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I wished he had not extended this courtesy. Leaving my pussy and thighs bathed in cum would be a further punishment. His kindness only made me weak.
I shuddered as the cloth ran over my thighs, creeping towards my pussy. My senses were so finely tuned I could hear the tight strain of his muscles as he held himself together.
“Valko.” I released a sigh of relief as the cool cloth spread my lips and he pressed closer. If he teased me like this, I would tease him in return.
I felt the tremor of his hand as he pushed further; the cloth touching my sensitive skin, a shudder racing through me. I cursed the fact I was already wet for him, but it still served my purpose.
“Oh, Valko,” I moaned, spreading my legs wider, hoping he would fall for it.
His heart jumped. A small puff of air whispered across my neck before he continued his path, pushing the thin cloth against my clit as he cleaned me.
I inched my hips forward, asking him to continue, knowing full well this was no longer part of the tease.
His hand ran between my thighs again, his clothed fingers massaging my clit. One touch and I could already feel myself coming undone.
“Valko, don’t stop.” That moan was real.
I wanted those harsh fingers that gripped me the first day the wolves fucked me. The cloth was thin enough that I could feel the way Valko’s fingers split open to stroke me, widening me, exposing me like the first time they took me. Only this was for him, just for him.
“Please, touch me more.” I would despise myself later for wavering, but I wanted to feel the bond again, the electricity that sizzled over my skin when they connected to me.
He was so slow, building on my aching need. Exploring me, touching me, drawing it out, teasing me in return with strokes so soft that I shivered.
It was delicious. The cloth moved back and forth, my heightening longing for him. Even the possibility of his fingers inside me had me bending, trying to ride his hand, wanting him closer.
Another stuttered sigh from him, louder this time. Was resignation at this thing between us, that energy that I could not resist reaching for every time he was near?
Valko’s arousal grew thicker; the musky scent of wolf that first caught me in the woods enveloped me. It blended with mine, the two of us merging as a small crack opened in his resistance.
I rocked my hips, and he responded by pressing harder, meeting my movements with his own. We moved with each other, finding a pace that joined us.
I loved how he softened for me, that he was giving in. Beyond my rage and despair at my situation, I still wanted them. The bond was consuming me, and each touch drove me further into madness.
“I can smell you, Valko.” I hummed as his stroking quickened. His heavy breaths were like music, the bass to my gentle moans. “I can smell how much you want me.”
I could imagine how good it would be to bring him inside me, to fuck me like the others, to complete the circle that they had formed around me. Once I had Valko, I could control them further, but that was the farthest thing from my mind as he groaned, and I bent to him in response.
“You’re a witch,” he murmured, lust tinging his voice.
He edged nearer to me. I could almost taste the sweat on his skin. I wanted to bite him, tear into his flesh, use him as a puppet to help me to his freedom, but his gentle touch was torture of the best kind. And so I gave myself over to him.
“I’m so close,” I whispered, connecting to him, opening my heart so he could feel how much they had altered me, bonding in a way I had needed from him since they first surrounded me.
“I’ve got you,” he said with a strained sigh. Those simple words of tenderness sent me over the edge.
“Valko.” I choked out a cry as I came bathed in the softness and love he sent me.
It was so gentle, so unlike him, that I kept still as the last tremors of my orgasm shook me. I stayed silent in my dark world, where the blindfold separated us, and there was no past or future for us, only this moment, together. I did not want to break it, or return to the reality where I had given myself to another one of my captors.
Valko’s breaths merged with mine, in time with each other, filling the tense air between us.
His hand still pressed against my pussy, twitching. I shook, panting with need, wanting him to put his arms around me, to kiss me, hold me and stroke me, to unleash the full force of this bond upon us both. Though the consequences of it would devastate me further.
Only six days, yet I felt Valko’s power in my body, intoxicating, lulling me into a false sense of security.
He moved, the warm towel disappearing as he receded from me. I tried to reach him, but his walls came crashing down again, shutting me out completely, leaving me cold and empty.
I let out the smallest whine, in shock that he had stolen the moment from me so quickly.
