Desperation

Rosie sat at the table with her head on her hand and her legs crossed, but he could see the hesitation in her eyes.

“Are you sure?” She asked.

“Of course I am,” He assured her. It was an irresistible mix of Rosie, the unknown, and desire that he needed to experience. He said as much to her when he first broached the topic.

“You won’t be able to say no, you won’t want to, if I use my powers.”

“I consent. There is nothing you could do to me that I wouldn’t want.” He reached over to cup her face in his hand. She leaned into it, closed her eyes, and nodded. Once he realized they were in a new land with new powers, his mind ate at him to discover all they could do. Rosie had been unsure, hesitant, but willing to try.

“Okay.”

He ran his finger over the soft skin on her face, and she turned to kiss his hand. He stood, and she reached out to him to give him a soft kiss. She pressed their foreheads together, ran her fingers down from his neck to rest over his heart, and then pulled back.

“Get naked for me and then get on the bed.”

Unrei undressed swiftly, not willing to chance Rosie changing her mind. His cock swelled, thick and needy, as soon as he freed it from his pants, and Rosie smiled at the sight. Unrei wasn’t used to the thick waves of arousal that he couldn’t control, and he let out a pained hiss as she reached out to trace the head of his cock with a single finger.

He could feel her confidence grow as she tied him to the bed. He tugged on them with a smile. He twisted his fingers around the rope connecting him to the headboard. “These won’t hold me.” He said, smirking as she pulled back to sit next to him. His smirk fell off of his face as her fingers fluttered across his neck and down his chest.

“I know.” Rosie’s smirk dried his throat, and he swallowed as she lowered her hand down to trace the ridges of his abs. She neglected his poor cock, and he bit his lip to keep from begging for her to touch it before she even used her powers on him. “I’ll hold you there.” She leaned forward and kissed him, and he groaned softly as it crushed her breasts to his chest and let the naked skin of her leg brush against his.

These were a test; one he was sure to fail. He already found it near impossible to not break his bonds, and she hadn’t even started yet.

 “Say it again.” She said. “Just so I’m sure.”

“I consent.”

Unrei didn’t feel any different for a heartbeat, for two, he began to wonder if she’d use her power at all when he felt it explode in his body. He let out a heedy moan at the feelings coursing through his body. Desperation took form in his racing heart, his sweaty palms, his throbbing cock. Unrei panted as he forced his eyes open.

Nothing changed about Rosie, but everything did. She looked so beautiful, standing there in front of him. A soft smile he should rip apart with his kiss. Clothing he should rip off of her with his teeth. Arms to wrap around him and fingers to dig into his skin as she came. Legs to part for him to sink into her. Her hands moved to her face, pulling back her hair into a ponytail and Unrei was assaulted by memory of those lips around his cock.

“Rosie,” he groaned. He growled. He panted. Flames licked at his fingers. Destroy. Destroy anything keeping him from Rosie-Rosie was keeping him back. His groan broke as he realized it. This was where she wanted him most. This was where she put him. An animalistic growl tore from his throat as his flames died down. He felt more animal than man, mind filled with memory and need.

“Someone’s impatient.” Her voice was teasing, light. It should be screaming. It should be choking on pleasure as he rammed his cock into her. He refused to answer, but he didn’t have to. Her new gift told her all she needed to know. It was freeing, not controlling the emotion, not hiding desire from her. He licked his dry lips in agony. They should not be dry. They should be soaking wet in her juices as she screamed on his tongue. They should be locked on Rosie’s lips as he brutally fucked her anywhere, everywhere.

His mouth itched to taste. It has been an eternity sitting here waiting for her. His memory drove him insane. He knew how she tasted; he just couldn’t taste. He knew how she sounded but she was silent. He knew what her legs felt like wrapped around him but he was tied to this flimsy headboard.

He let out a needy, embarrassing whine. There was one all-consuming thought. “Rosie.”

“Yes?” She asked, and he recognized the teasing tone in disbelief. He was right here, ripe for the taking. Take me he thought, let me take you.  

Once upon a time he was controlled. He was patient. He would tease and plot and plan. That seemed like forever ago. Now he was little more than an urge. He existed only as she wished him. Did she wish for him? Why wasn’t she touching him? He let out another sound, unable to answer Rosie coherently, and she laughed. He watched her body shake as she started undressing and Unrei clenched his toes, his fingers, he clenched his stomach so hard his pathetic cock bobbed with it. Would she never touch him?

Even her body begs to be touched. His fingers twitch in memory of gliding along the fine fuzz as he touched her, as he positioned her, as he fucked her. Why couldn’t he fuck her? These ropes. Burn the ropes. Fuck Rosie. Burn the-he couldn’t.

Tears threatened to spill out in desperation.

She stepped closer, to the edge of the bed, and her fingers caressed his jaw, cleaning up his saliva. Embarrassing, but he had nothing in him to be embarrassed. If she wanted him that way, she could have him, only have him, please.

“Rosie…” He pushed his hips upwards in vain. Searching desperately for contact, for attention. “Please…”

“You are so desperate for me.”

“Yes.” His moan was broken in its honesty. There was nothing to keep from her, nothing he could, even if he wanted to. Yes, he wanted. Yes, he was desperate. Would she give him what he was so desperate for?

Smiling, the fae leaned down, her lips ghosted against his, not quite touching, not quite not. Unrei pulled at the tiny slack in the ropes to get closer, but it was only her breath that lit every single nerve of his body on fire. True fire. The fire that seared and burned and never left. He pulled again, sinking his teeth into her bottom lip, eliciting a gasp. Yes. Yes. Finally. Her thigh shifted to provide delicious friction to his neglected cock and Unrei sagged in relief at the simple touch.

If he could just move his hands, he could position her right over his abused cock and sink home. He could make her scream with pleasure, hiss with pain. He could give her anything. What did she want? Surely him? Always him. The thought of anyone else touching Rosie caused a primal roar to emit from deep within his chest.

Her desire for him alone was his desire for them. Always them. Only them.

The rope was flimsy. Human made. Flammable. Yet every time his hands ignited they stopped. Rosie. Surely she wanted him inside her, pulsing, aching, making her cum over and over until they both die in an agonizing bliss. Surely she also wanted his tongue on her neck, on her nipples, buried in her mouth or her pussy. No. She wanted him tied to the bed. No matter what he did, he would be tied to this flimsy headboard.

“You don’t want me?” He growled in discontentment at the realization

“Why would I want you?” She asked. Cruel. Cruel. Beautiful and cruel. He could show her. He would show her. “I don’t need you anymore.”

It hurt. It hurt his cock in a way that made him stand thicker and leak. Hurt in the way of the crack of a whip, in the burn of an ice cube, in a way that only feels good. He whined in need and spread his legs. Look at him. Look at him and repent. See the error in her ways and repent. Ride him. Peg him. Suck him. Only touch him, please.

Rosie settled by his knees, too far. Her fingertips danced along her thighs and stomach, where his hand should be, where his mouth should be. He could smell her arousal in the air and tried to tug on the ropes behind him. One solid tug to break them and free him. His arms froze and his head hung in defeat. Except defeat met desperation and lost, and he lifted his head again to watch her. Her confident smirk melted away to slightly parted lips as she further caressed herself. “What can you do for me anymore that I can’t do for myself, huh?” Her palms brushed over her breasts, nipples hardening, barely visible beneath her fluff as she arched her back. He saw. He knew. He could practically feel her bud hardening against his tongue. “Do I need you anymore? Do I need anyone?” Each word was poisonous honey. Sweet. Dangerous. It was too much, not enough. He wanted more.

He wanted.

“No one else made you feel like I do.” He panted. No one did. She said so herself. She said it as he impaled her on his cock. She trembled against him as she rode him into the night. She moaned it as he bruised her hips with his heaving thrusts and begged for him as he milked orgasm after painful orgasm from her as punishment. Had she been this enthralled? This consumed? He felt like fire danced across his skin, that every small breeze across his cock was a torturous kiss. Had Rosie once wanted him as he wanted her? Impossible. How could she resist him?

“That was then, before this gift.” She moaned, light and breathy. Had her moans always been this beautiful? How could he not tell, he had taken her countless times. He would know if he could just reach her, sink into her silken folds and know her again.

It’s been ages since she tied him to the bed. Centuries since he drank the sweet nectar of the gods.

Unrei’s fingers twitched, desperate and useless, as Rosie’s fingers explored the landscape he wished to. He could do it. Just burn the binds and take what he wanted, prove he was what she desired, but he couldn’t. Her power held him in place. He groaned, or growled, or whined. He wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter. Rosie wanted him right here. She wanted him achingly hard and powerless, watching as her fingers slid between her legs and her lips parted. He could do it. He would do it forever. Her head rolled back with a pleasing whine as her second hand found her chest, pinching her hardening nipples. He could sink his teeth into her neck. He bared them. His fingers were longer; he could do it.

“Ohhh FUCK!” She moaned. Memories of his hand in her pussy told him how wet her own fingers must be, the ease of which they slide in and out, curling slightly to feel perfect to her, to cause her legs to quiver and tighten. Her thighs should be tightening around his head as his skilful tongue made her scream. He watches her fingers glisten and his own cock begins to glisten with his precum. How many touches would send him over the edge? He wanted to explode in her pussy. Her glorious pussy.

He would gladly die for another chance to have her. Die in her pussy with a smile on his face.

Release him. Release him. He couldn’t find the words in his haze. What use were they? She wanted him here. A desperate animal. He was nothing but a desperate animal, bound by a neglectful master. Touch him. He could prove he was worthy.

“How did you do it?” She whined, eyes glazed as she trembled at the already loud mess that was her pussy. He could slide in so easily right now. He could take her so hard and bruisingly fast. He could hike her leg up, pull her onto his lap. He could bend her over the table. He would take her until she begged him to stop as pleasure overwhelmed her.

If not for these stupid ropes?? He would ban them from his church. An abomination.

“You… you had these sorts of powers once… ugh you could feel so good, always, how did you resist it?” It was true. He must have been terrible. He couldn’t resist this. Couldn’t resist her. Even when she stopped, he was sure he would be here forever like this. Her powers rewriting the very neural pathways in his head until he was nothing.

“Don’t ignore me!” Rosie reprimanded. Shame. Would she ever take him now? “You’re my toy tonight… don’t you look away from me.” Desire changed him. He took in a breath, swallowing the overwhelming need in his blood and looked into her face, so closed and flushed. Let him. Let him. He could smell her; he could hear her as she touched herself. She was trying so hard to contain her pleasurable moans. She shouldn’t. She should be screaming around his cock. It was leaking and bobbing and turning pur-

“D-don’t you look away… I-I wanna see your eyes as I…” She furiously rubbed her clit and his fingers mourned the loss of their job. Her name was barely audible as her voice pitched up and her wings stretched behind her, trembling. He growled at that. She was cumming. She was clenching and gushing and he was sidelined to watch? Cursed to not be a part of it? Everything she did was a spectacle and he was sick of not being a part of it. With an angered growl his flame was ignited stronger and with more purpose. He would break these ropes and he would have her.

“You could break these flimsy little ropes if you really wanted to.” Rosie comments. His eyes lock on hers with furious need. She gripped his chin with her wet fingers. The disrespect was maddening and he groaned, flames disappearing as his cock bobbed and his lips parted. The smell of her hard work was overwhelming and he felt her moist fingers move from his chin. Before she could speak, his lips parted. He panted, pushing forward, licking along the digits and salivating around her fingers. She tasted like heaven. So good. He needed more. He wanted to dive into her pussy and give her another orgasm. A better one. One that would never have her doubt his use to her, even as a toy. Rosie smiled as he licked her fingers clean. “But I have to ask, don’t you want to be good for me?”

He was nothing but want. He knew she had to know. His very heart only beat to fill his cock so that she could use him. He would stay. He would be good. He would be whatever she needed him to be.

“Oh wow.” Rosie breathed. Unrei’s cock pulsed and his eyes went lidded as he continued to lick at her fingers, desperate for a taste that was long gone. Desperate for a purpose he lost a millennium ago. “What do you want to do to me?” She quizzed, voice low. He was unshackled. She wanted him. She wanted him to take her. Fire burst behind him, consuming not only the ropes but the very headboard before his calloused fingers reached out, desperate and wanting. He grabbed her by the hips, soft fuzz and warm skin and the smell of her ready pussy, and spun them around. Rosie’s body bounced on the mattress as he grabbed at her. He’d never let her go. It was time to die in sweet agony.

“Everything.”