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His quiet pants had long turned to whimpers.
“Please,” Tamlin begged again, only to growl at your consistent denial.
He was bound to the bedpost, clawing at the wood and countless ribbons that held him on his knees, hands behind his broad back.
It was delicious, seeing him like this, half beastly and praying for his strength to save him. Everything he wore was enchanted. Every silken tie and even the sweet gilded lock around his hard dick.
“You witch,” he moaned, no real threat or menace left in the poor man’s voice. “When I free myself, you're in for it.”
“That’s if you free yourself,” you crooned, watching with pleasure as his cock dripped a milky puddle on the floor beneath him.
“Please, my love,” he gritted, hissing softly as his fangs slid free and his claws punched out further. Every primal instinct wired into his beastly core was on alert, ready to rut you into the bed.
“I don’t know… I like seeing you like this.” You knelt down to his level, carefully cupping his balls in your warm, soft hands. “It seems like you like it, too.”
“You wretch.”
“That’s not very nice…”
“Untie me.”
“No.” You trailed a long nail against his weeping tip, caressing the sensitive skin left exposed beneath the cage.
Tamlin’s head fell back in frustrated ecstacy. “I need to cum.”
“Go ahead.”
“No, I need to fill you.”
“Well that would be a little difficult, all tied up like this, don’t you think?”
This time, his growl was different. It was lower, like a warning rather than a response of anger.
It was your only warning.
Fabric stretched taut and ripped at every seam as he shredded straight through his silky bounds.
You had the good sense to run, but it was useless. Half feral and on his haunches, Tamlin’s lunge was deathly fast. He was on you in an instant.
With an inhuman glint in his eyes, he tore through the sexy little number you had donned to tease him. Relentless, apathetic.
Your throat tightened as his hands came up to squeeze and pin you to the floor. He lowered his lips to your ear, and you felt the startling brush of his fangs. “Unlock me.”
You felt his cock hard against your thigh. It was reddened with unresolved arousal and straining in its tight cage.
The gilded keys at your hip jingled as you finally grabbed them, hands shaking the whole time you worked to free the tiny lock.
As soon as the metal fell apart, he was inside you. It took seconds to flip you onto your stomach and spread your legs just enough to slot himself between. Then all you could feel was his rough, punishing rhythm of thrusts.
Each slap of his hips had your cervix aching, no doubt bruising from his force, but you wouldn’t tell him to stop. It felt too good, and well… you deserved it.
“You won’t be so cocky when I knock you up, when I fill you so deep it takes,” Tamlin snarled, one large paw coming up to smush your cheek against the floor as he rutted you deeper.
“Ah fuck…”
“Don’t you dare come. I'm nowhere near done with you.”