The Kidnapping of a Harpy - Beach House - Griselda/Estaban

He gasped as she continued going in.

"Please, Ra'idah, please do not go in any morel..aaahh..Please Ra'idah I ask you to you more lubrication and please let me stretch before you enter me more. Please?"

Oh yes this was going to be interesting. This was different and also painful but extremely exciting.

Because he finally asked, she stopped once again. Her hand went back to that gentle caressing of his hip, that same affectionate gesture that she had used before. She even let go of his hair, letting her nails gently scrape down his back as her hand trailed downward. She gripped both of his hips, adjusted him gently, lifting his hips up just a bit higher. She started to move, but slowly, and very gently. She pulled away from him, but not fully. She was rocking her hips, gently pulling away from him before pressing within him again. A little farther each time, and he could feel that she was, indeed, well prepared with the lubrication. She just wasn't going to stop any time soon.

If there was any doubt about the fact that she wouldn't hurt him, it was probably a good time to start doubting. She didn't seem to be willing to let up at all. "Keep talking," she said, sounding somewhere between amused and fascinated. She, after all, could see what she was using.

He managed to relax as she stopped and tried to help him calm down. Her nails made him sigh at the sharp pleasure and then she started moving again. He held still as she started to move and he could feel the difference. She was being more careful and soon she had him moaning in pleasure again.

She was moving and moving well, maybe more than he would have preferred but the lubricant and the movements not being as deep helped tremendously.

"Oh...god. Yes, that helped thank you. Please use small stroked. It doesnt let my body shrink up but keeps it stretched. Oh god that feels good. Yes please. Oh....."

It really was hard to talk when someone was doing this to you.

It didn't take too much longer before he could feel her. Actually feel her hips pressing against his. Because she could, she leaned over him, letting him feel her pressing against his back as she scraped her teeth over his shoulder. Then she bit him a little bit harder. One hand came up to tug his hair again, enough so that she could bite his throat. Just a little bit - a little more gentle.

She started to move her hips. She was taking her time, almost pulling completely away from him, before she moved just as slowly back within him. She was definitely in a mood, her voice soft as she chuckled into his ear. "Isn't this what you wanted?" she asked, obviously amused. Her hands were free, roaming over his back and hips as she continued to slide in and out of him in long, measured strokes. A slow pace, but still steady. "I distinctly remember you asking me for this once."

He groaned deeply, as deeply as she probed. His hands grabbed the chains and pulled tightly, holding on even as he forced himself to relax. She was talking long strokes which cause his entire back to be filled constantly. Her teeth bit and his back arched, groaning even deeper.

Even ash e did she pulled his head back again, a little more gentle, but still forceful. He breathed heavily moaning as she slowly fucked him. Calling it anything else just seemed wrong. He concentrated on relaxing, on the feeling, and on avoiding any pain.

"Um... this is very nice. Maybe next time we can talk about size. A little smaller is nice. uuuuh... ut yes, this was the idea..ooooh.."

It was a rare thing for the woman to hurt him. A very rare thing for her to do so intentionally. But the moment he spoke, she moved. She didn't pull his hair back or even bite him. Instead, it was the motion of her hips that changed. For a few moments, she moved more strongly within him, with less care taken to insure that he had no pain. For a few brief moments, she took him forcefully, a soft growl sounding from her and near his ear.

"I would suggest watching how it is that you speak at the moment. I have you at several disadvantages." But because she wasn't cruel, even in her most wicked of moments, she once again slowed. Once again, she was taking him gently. All of it told him: she knew what she was doing, had done this intentionally. Everything had been well thought out by the blonde he claimed that he loved. It was just very, very rare to see this sort of thing from her in practice rather than just lurking at the back of the mind.

Rare. He knew this though. He had experienced something like it once before. Remembered it, felt it in his mind so raw and he could never forget it. And it was happening again. He knew now what he was dealing with. He was in a room, chained, bare and open with Mihaela, not Ra'idah.

He moaned, the edge of pain in the sound of his voice along with a little pleasure. The pain was greater than the pleasure though. His body reacted to her savagery, for the first time pulling away from her a little, trying to lessen the intensity of the thrusts but failing. There was no where to go.

"Yes.. Mihaela. I am... sorry."

She slowed and his body stopped pulling away. He controlled himself well and never became tense, instead relaxing more as was needed.

"What would you have of me then? Besides what you are taking."

Because he had apologized, and because she really couldn't find it within her heart to be cruel to him for very long, she had slowed. She rose over his back, her hands at his hips, as she once again took him gently. It was an interesting perspective for her, to see things from this angle, to see what it must be like, often, for him. It made her smile.

"What I want? I want you to tell me what you want. I want you to ask politely if you want specific things. There is no room for hurt here for the next few days, no room for doubt. But there's also no room for sarcasm. In essence, darling, I truly do want you to give me everything you have for the next few days."

Her hands ran over his thighs, her voice lowering once again. To those deep, husky tones that he knew so well from her, those sounds that meant that she enjoyed herself. She was once again taking her time, pulling away from him almost fully before she slid back within him, her nails dragging along the sensitive flesh of his thighs.

"If you do, you might find that you get all of me as well."

He noticed she started to be kinder. Though she rose on top and angled, hitting a different place inside him, He groaned and his back arched down more, presenting himself more to her.

He listened to her, pretty much set down the rules and then she touched him more, caressed as well as gave him the sharp feel he craved. He groaned into the pillow and shook a little.

"I will not be sarcastic for the remainder of this. And I will give you everything I have, from my wishes and needs to all of me. No hurt, no guilt, no doubt. Forgive me for asking this Mihaela but... can you handle that as well?"

He groaned and shook, telling her that he was enjoying her more. She was still taking her time, letting him get used to the feel of her and the toy that she used, caressing his thighs and his back with gentle hands and fingers.

"Yes," she said, her voice low and soft. "I want to. I need to." It was quiet from her as she took to being so very gentle while she took him. She leaned close to kiss his back, a light brush of her lips against him. "I would have waited. I wouldn't have done this now. But this, no one knowing where we are other than the ghouls... this is for you. For us. Our anniversary is soon, and I would have waited, but... the Tremere thing meant that it should be done sooner rather than later." She smiled as she said it, then leaned up to kiss his shoulder.

"If nothing else happens, and we will discuss the Tremere issue later in depth, I want this done before anything else happens. I want to have all of you. I want you to have all of me. Even if it is just once."

He went silent for a moment, though his body continued to react to her. To her kiss, to her lips, to her touch.

"Happy anniversary. To tell the truth I am surprised you remembered. I am afraid I did not bring your gift with me. Though it rather pales in comparison and I can see I should have given you something you can keep with you always, in your heart like I will keep this."

He was hurting at the thought of being separated from her but this was not the time to think about it or show it. Instead he smiled and reacted to her. This was their time, his present and he was not going to let anything ruin it.

She paused in her movements, listening to him as he spoke. She smiled at him, even if he couldn't see it. Then she shifted his hips to start to move once again. She was a little more forceful, but not quite enough to be painful.

"So tell me what you want."

The tone of command was back. Even speaking to him, telling him the reasons for this. The sweetness that came from her. She was still in her mood, still not letting him up, and that air of control and command seemed to have only been set aside for a few moments so that she could pick things back up.

He smiled back but the smile didn't last long as she went a little harder. Then his eyes closed and he groaned again.

"I want you. I.."

Deep breathes.. Such a little change in her movements and yet he could feel the pressure taking over his ability to speak, to think, to react to her.

"Please Mihaela, flip me so I can see you. Fuck me and use your hand on me at the same time. Please."

The tone was there in his voice too, the tone of a man who wanted and who knew he had to ask properly.

He could feel her pulling away from him. Sliding away so that she could flip him over. In moments, she had him free from the chains that held him, slowly turning to literally manhandle him to flip him over. But the pillows under him stayed, and he could see her as she locked him back in place again. Her eyes, when he looked at her, were hard. Hard, but not cold. She was, in fact, wearing a strap-on, a large one.

It was maybe twenty seconds of freedom before she went to lock him back in place. Her brow was lifted. "Why do you want to see me?" Her voice was soft, and as she went to lock his wrists back in place, she leaned over to press a kiss to his forehead.

He felt her manhandling him into place and looked up into her face as he found himself turned. She looked amazing as always, though a little threatening. The thing she wore was huge. She was fast, as the manacles locked again over his wrists.

"Because I love to look into your eyes. Because I want to see your reactions. Because I want you to see my reactions. Because this way you can see how much pleasure you are giving me."

She slipped back between his legs. The funny thing was that she still wore a shirt, even wore a pair of underwear. She wasn't nude at all. Her brow was still arched, her hands sliding over his thighs once again. Her head cocked to the side. She looked amused.

"What makes you think that what I want to see is your pleasure?" What he might believe or disbelieve about her was somewhat inconsequential. Of course she wanted to see his pleasure. Of course she wanted to hear him moan and feel him tremble at her touch. That... was not the point, though.

She gave him very, very little warning when she took him fully again. Her hands gripped his hips, pulling him toward her. Actually using the strength that he knew she possessed to hold him still and pull him closer to her. It would be a strain on his wrists, she knew, even if she wasn't violating him terribly. But she was, indeed, doing both. It was just that, now, she got to watch his face, to see his eyes, when she did it.

He could see her now, could concentrate on her. He moved his legs to give her more room and used the pillows under him to give him the right angle for her. He was ready when she entered him but then she pushed hard, taking him completely and hard.

He couldn't help but shiver and then yelp and moan as she stretched him out too hard too fast.He arched his back to change the angle but found he couldnt as she pulled him hard to her, his hands hurting slightly as they were pulled against the chains.

He could not help himself. His eyes closed as he concentrated, his breath coming heavy in between groans and light yelps of pain.

"I..don't know Ra'idah. I...thought... since you... love me.. as much.. as I... love you."

Once again, she held herself still. One hand left his hip, reaching up to gently caress his cheek. It was such an odd contrast to the other things she was doing. So tender and sweet in comparison. But she didn't pull away from him. She held him against her with one hand, her head still tilted as she watched him.

"I told you. I want all of you. Not just your pleasure." She seemed quite wicked then, quite forceful. She finally pulled away and took him slowly once again. Gentle and sweet, while she watched him with a look of fascination. This... this was something that she had never done before. She couldn't help but be fascinated at the difference it made. The power it gave her, the way he looked beneath her.

She could understand his own fascination with it. Not necessarily with anyone else, but it did make her wonder what she looked like, to him, when he had her in much the same position. She moved again. Taking him slowly as she watched him. "What does loving you have to do with it?"

He shivered hard as he looked into her eyes, saw that attitude. The last time, it got to the point of her scaring him. Now, she tested him, but it somehow still electrified him.

"All of me? Including my pain and sorrow? It is all your, all of what I am is yours."

She started again, slow and easy and he moaned, his eyes closing and his body moving to her. It took an act of will to answer her.

"When you love someone, you want to make them happy and you want to see their happiness."

Slow and forceful, the way she took him. She hadn't fulfilled the second half of his request. At least, she had not done so yet. She didn't take him in her hand. Instead, she watched him, watched his face and his eyes as she continued to take him. She seemed quite intrigued by his response to her.

"But there is so much more to someone than just happiness. There is their dreams, their desires, their pain, their sorrow. All of these things are necessary to being a whole person." She didn't sound upset. She sounded fascinated, maybe a bit curious. She was still watching him. Particularly, she watched his mouth. The way it moved when she moved to take him, the way his lips formed words. "I would think that, to truly love someone, all of these are necessary. All of them need to be shown, shared, experienced."

She had not stopped. She was being careful, making sure to not hurt him at the moment. Though she had not eased up on him at all. But her voice was soft, musing, when she spoke to him. "It is why I wish to see so much of you now. If you wish me to stop, say so."

His body writhed a little as she took him, reacting both to each thrust and each slow pull away. His body seemed to be its own creature now, separate from the part of him trying to answer her.

He thought about his reply, truly thought about it rather than just reacting. It showed in his face, in his eyes, in his lips. He was drawing deep unneeded breathes and a short sigh came out as he spoke.

"No, I do not wish you to stop. As I said, it is all yours. If you wish to see it all during these days then you shall see them. That mark on me is not just some random agreed sacrifice. It is a pledge. I am yours. All of me. My sweetness, my kindness, my love and affection, but also my imperfections, my sins, sorrows, my nightmares and fickleness... all of me. You wish to see it, I will crack my psyche and let it all come pouring out."

He drew a breath and wriggled as she moved.

"And will I see the same from you? Or must I create my own experience?"

She pressed hard against him, though her slow movements continued. She was taking her time, watching his face, with each and every slow thrust into him. Each time she pulled away from him.

"You will see pieces, I am certain. To see all of me, though, you need to create your own adventure."

He gasped a little each time as she took him, moving underneath her. He was even starting to move to meet her.

"Pieces. I will remember....I think...I can come up with something. And in here..anything goes."

Her lips curved into a slow smile. He was getting the point, fully. In more ways than one. Because he seemed to be relaxing, to be moving to her as she took him, she was slowly starting to speed up. She was no less gentle for it, but she was moving a little faster. She watched him, biting her lip. Her hands, at his hips, held him in place, helped him move. Pulled him against her.

"Anything at all."

He moaned a long pleasure filled sound as she sped up. His body continued to move with her, to react to her. He was no far from letting his body hand everything. He wanted to really, but only after he fully understood the ground rules.

"All i have to do is ask. And I should expect anything, because this is about both of us. You as well as me. Meaning there are parts of me you want to know better and this will do what you think you must to know them. Yes?"