A Wolf's Howl, A Fairy's Wing

Erik's hands pinched, rubbed, and caressed Leia's soft skin, but he never touched her moistening cunt. Nearly no part of her body went untouched, except for that one area… and Erik felt her rising frustration.

He heard her muttering soft curses under her breath. He felt her body tremble. Her breath hitched every time he came close, but then she avoided it at the last moment.

Whenever it was Leia's turn again, she tried to relieve her frustration by tormenting Erik, but it didn't help much. It was obvious that, while she was not inexperienced with sex, she was inexperienced with pleasing a man who didn't really enjoy being treated this way, or forced himself to enjoy it for fear of royal reprisal.

Most of her attempts at making him cum were either focused around her own forced desire for domination, or her surprisingly real desire to subjugate him. Each time her turn started, Erik could see there was a short struggle about making him do something with her soon-dripping pussy, despite knowing it would make her cum faster than it would him.

So far, she made the smart choice, but Erik knew he had to make his move at the right time, before she became so needy that she'd make herself cum on her own turn.

With each of Erik's turns, Leia's impatience grew. At one point, she even started rushing her own attempts.

"Are you sure it's already been ten minutes?" Erik asked, smiling innocently. Currently, he was standing against the wall with his hands cuffed behind his back. Leia stood in front of him, his cock in one hand, a riding crop in the other. Her face was scrunched up in frustration, and a constant stream dripped down her leg.

"Yes!" she growled, quickly releasing him and stepping back. "Didn't you hear me?! Just hurry up and start your turn!"

Smirking, Erik easily broke the cuffs and tossed them on top of a pile of others. "If you say so," he chuckled, and scooped her up in his arms again. "I was sure it's only been a five, but who am I to argue…?"

Leia blushed from frustration, anger, and embarrassment. "Y— You're obviously as bad at keeping time as you are at making a woman cum! It's a wonder your wives are still with you!" she bit, despite quickly adjusting her body to accommodate his movements.

Knowing the drill, she willingly spread her legs before he could do so, and interlocked her hands behind her head before he could order her. She became quiet now. Her breath increased again, and her eyes were focused solely on the cock resting against her pussy. Her body trembled, and she couldn't stop herself from bucking slightly against the meaty staff, desperate for release.

Unfortunately for her, Erik quickly took control. He used one hand to lightly grasp her throat, and the other to stop her lower body from moving. "Stay still," he growled softly in her ear. "Or I won't move a finger to get you the release you crave."

Her breath hitched again, her body trembling harder. A soft whimper escaped her lips. She wanted to object, but her need was too high. Since she couldn't satisfy herself, and he wouldn't move, she could only nod miserably. She barely even cared to keep up appearances anymore.

Despite her earlier claims, she knew what he was doing… but could do nothing to stop it. His gentle touch was not something she'd ever felt during sex… and she couldn't believe how good it felt.

Slowly, Erik removed his hand from her lower body, but kept the one around her throat. Leila gulped, but obediently kept her lower body still, despite trembling from the effort.

Then, slowly, agonizingly, Erik started playing with her body again, now with one hand. The whole situation made Leia feel things she'd not felt in a long time. She felt controlled and desperate, yet also strangely warm and loved—all feelings she really wanted to ignore but couldn't.

And, eventually, she couldn't hold herself back anymore.

"P— Please…" she whined, now unable to stop her lower body from going back to rocking softly.

Erik instantly knew the moment had arrived—and a good thing, too. It's not like he was immune to all this teasing, as it was becoming increasingly difficult to hold himself back from simply ravaging her.

Grinning, he stopped her body from moving again, before cocking an eyebrow. "Hmm? What did you say?"

"Y— You know what!" Leia snarled as she failed to push back against his strength to keep her hips moving.

"I'm gonna need you to say it, little Leia," he growled softly. "Only good girls who ask for it nicely get to cum."

Leia snarled again, wordlessly. She knew what he was doing… and she hated it….

Or did she?

She didn't recognise these strange feelings coursing through her. Or, rather, it'd been a long time since she felt them—all the way back in her youth.

Her mouth opened and closed several times, her eyes flying around the room, looking for answers but finding none. Several minutes passed. Erik's turn had gone by already, but he was the only one who realised.

Slowly, Leia's eyes became a little wet. "P— Please…" she whined again. "P— Please make me cum…"

Instantly, Erik stopped holding her hips back, squeezed the hand around her throat a little tighter, and plunged three fingers into her dripping, ready folds.

"Haaaaah!"

Instantly, Leia released a breathy moan of relief, even though she didn't cum immediately. Her eyes widened, and her lower body bucked wildly. Her entire body tensed, but she could only move her lower body, as her upper body was held back by his grip around her throat.

Wasting no time, Erik started fingering her rapidly, quickly finding her most sensitive spots by tracking her micro-reactions using omnisense. Leia's body spasmed from pleasure, her eyes lost in the ether, her mind unable to form coherent thoughts.

It took only seconds before she came to a screaming orgasm… but Erik didn't stop there.

"That's your first orgasm," he chuckled softly in her ear. "I guess that means my turn starts over and I'm in the home stretch, huh? Better not waste any time…"