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Pained moans filled the room at the elfsong inn, sweat permeated the hot, damp air. Naadja’s warm breath fanned against the crux of Minthara’s thighs. The girl had a penchant for teasing. She had already done so through four incomplete orgasms. Minthara’s muscles flexed in restraint, as well as agony. She had been dragged to the peak of a mountain, only to be caught just before the fall. Though Minthara had managed to withhold her reactions, she was growing impatient in her frustration.
“Ssin, do you mistake me for a pleasure slave?” The question was loaded. While the act of denying her was entirely self serving, Naadja knew that Minthara was receiving just as much pleasure as she. She would not have tolerated the teasing otherwise.
Naadja smiled at her through half-lidded eyes- drunk on lust and the taste of Minthara’s cunt on her tongue. She was not denying Minthara’s agony, only revelling in it. Every failed orgasm was done with careful observation by Naadja. She felt for the very moment Minthara came close to finishing. Every taut muscle and each shuddering breath alerted Naadja to the precise moment she should pull away.
“Is something the matter?” She spoke in that smug, coquettish voice she used when feigning innocence.
“You know very well what is ‘the matter’. Would you be so kind as to finish what you started? I am running out of patience.” She all but ordered.
The pair had come to a familiar pattern when the topic of dominance came about. Naadja had taken the role in stride as she drove Minthara to highs she could not have fathomed. It took a great effort on Minthara’s part to be so vulnerable as to give another power of her in any capacity. Yet she found it to be all the more satisfying. Except for occasions such as these when all she’d like to do is shove Naadja’s face between her legs to ride her tongue until ecstasy became her.
Naadja was often dutiful to her, but sometimes she enjoyed being selfish.
“Beg.” Naadja ordered, catching Minthara’s breath as she did so.
“Absolutely not.” Minthara barked at her. A dextrous push to Minthara’s walls nearly made the drow reconsider.
Naadja pressed her lips to her inner thigh as her fingers drew out Minthara’s pleasure. “Beg for me. You’ve been doing so well for me tonight.” She cooed, trailing her lips ever closer to the heat of Minthara’s sex.
Her tongue darted out to trace Minthara’s clit in slow, agonizing circles. That was most certainly Minthara’s breaking point.
It happened so quickly, Naadja didn't register that she had left her leaning position on the bed’s edge and had all four limbs pinned to the floor. She sat in a four legged position, her face aimed at the floor, and back straight.
Naadja had been made to grovel.
“Minthara, this isn’t funny.”
“You think I jest?” She sat back and relished in Naadja’s obvious irritation. It wasn’t often that Minthara challenged Naadja’s authority, less often that she got away with it. But seeing her dominant lover pinned to the floor made whatever consequences worth it.
“I think you must. That or you've gone mad.” She hissed, trying to remain in control with her most authoritative tone. It had little effect with the position she was in.
“You look as though you belong there, Ssin.”
“I’ll give you until the count of ten.” Naadja warned.
Minthara let out a low chuckle. “There is no need. Tonight, you will be good for me. Or I just may leave you there, where you belong.”
Naadja’s paralyzed hands longed to dig her fingernails into the wooden floorboards. Instead, they sat there before her, useless.
Biting back her anger she nodded in agreement. She could play along, it didn’t matter, she’d regain her control in the end. She always did.
“Speak up.” Minthara stood, turning Naadja’s stiff body from the bed.
“Fine.” Naadja murmured under her breath.
Tutting, Minthara kneeled beside her, resting her hand on her left buttock as she did so.
Naadja rolled her eyes and repeated the word with even less enthusiasm. A hard and sharp smack landed on her rear in response. Naadja gasped in shock at the realization that Minthara had just spanked her.
“Are you serious?” Naadja cried out in disbelief. Two more smacks in quick succession confirmed that Minthara was indeed serious. “Okay! I’ll be good!” Naadja said with a newfound sincerity. As a burn spread across the impacted skin, she accepted that her ass was worth more than her ego.
“Excellent. Then you shall be very good and keep count for me.” Two more blows rained down on her as Naadja scrambled to count them.
“Six? No- five?” She guessed. Minthara doublued her strength in a blow that wouled have collapsed Naajda is she were able to bend her arms.
“Start again.” Minthara commanded. In Menzobarranzan, Minthara had engaged in much more... involved play. Often taking her time, utilizing pain to bring her lovers to exquisite release. Naadja had worn her patience down somewhat, but she was still willing to dedicate the time necessary to make her submit.
Her hand caressed the aching cheek and she saw Naadja’s ears twitch in panic at the touch. Minthara’s next spank was much softer.
“One.” Naadja spoke through her breath. The light slap preparing her for the next two on her thigh. “Three.” She counted.
Humming in approval, Minthara tested another slap, a bit sharper this time.
“Four.”
The burn of desire accompanied that of Naadja’s rear. She didn’t want to admit that the reprimanding was having an effect on her. Minthara noticed it all the same. A sheen of sweat had covered Naadja’s body, and if she peered between the girl’s legs, she could see her moisture glistening.
She made it to seventeen before she was all but sobbing with desire. Her words were barely legible as she moaned out the numbers. When she miscounted at a set of four, Naadja sputtered in preparation for the pain she was about to receive.
It never came. Instead, two fingers sunk into her soaking hole. Naadja’s cry sang out, loud enough that any patron of the Elfsong was sure to hear it. She did not relent in her wails when Minthara’s fingers pumped in and out of her. Slick sounds of Minthara’s ministrations resounded in Naadja’s ears and just as her pleasure began to build, Minthara removed her fingers from her.
“Please!” Naadja shouted, her walls trembling in absence.
“Very good, Ssin. But I want to hear you beg.” Minthara praised the girl and slid her fingers through her folds in reassurance. Naadja’s tongue was held. She would be tormented, she would be humiliated, but she would not beg.
“Very well.” Minthara’s fingers worked in her again, slower and precise. Just deep enough the cause her mind to reel, but slow and deliberate so as not to allow her release.
When Naadja was sure she could command her orgasm to flood her, Minthara’s fingers removed themselves once more from her entrance. Naadja’s misery was made apparent as she keeled out.
“If there is something you desire, pet, you need only ask.” The older drow pressed soft kisses against Naadja’s outer thigh, dragging her teeth along the marked flesh and settling under the relief of her tongue. It was a terrible sensation, this denial. Naadja cursed herself for enjoying it so.
“Please.” She whispered. Minthara’s fingers ran along her stomach as she waited for her to beg in earnest. The touch caused a shiver to cross the length of Naadja’s spine. “Please let me come. I’ve been good, I’ll make you come a thousand times more, please I’ll be so good for you.” Voice cracking with desperation, Naadja begged. She begged as Minthara’s fingers resumed their chase, and as her thumb pressed against her swollen clit. She even begged as pleasure shattered her, coating her inner thighs in her own slick.
A hush washed over her as Minthara calmed her searing skin. Her hand wiped the sweat-clung hair from her face and Naadja saw her lover's eyes before her.
“Are you ready, my love. Or do you need a moment’s rest?” She asked, brushing her thumb along the tears that fell against Naadja’s cheeks.
Naadja’s limbs ached beneath her, her wrists and knees throbbing under the weight of her body. “Ready?” She asked. “For what?”
Minthara’s lips pulled into a smirk. “To do as you promised, pet.” She sank below Naadja, spreading her knees before her face as she leaned back on a cushion.
Naadja’s mouth salivated at the sight.
“I believe it was one thousand orgasms?” Her finger pointed to her lover’s arched position and lowered it in tandem with Naadja’s hips. The relief of renewed circulation flowed through her as her form adjusted to the new position. Not for long did she bask in her altered state before her mouth rested directly against Minthara’s neglected sex.
A deep moan escaped Minthara as her lover lavished her cunt with the strokes of her flattened tongue. Naadja had little restraint left in her as she tasted Minthara once again. Her lips wrapped around her clit and she began darting her tongue rapidly. Relinquishing the hold of the command spell, Minthara allowed her resolve to crumble. Naadja’s fingers were on her in an instant, fatigue long forgotten as the digits curled upward inside her in a ‘come hither’ motion.
Minthara’s hips thrusted onto her fingers, letting Naadja’s tongue drag against her clit. With Naadja’s free hand, she reached forward and caressed the perfect breast above her. Her thumb slipped over the nipple, pressing it between thumb and forefinger.
By the way Minthara gasped and tensed, it was becoming clear that she would not last longer. Naadja slipped a third finger inside of her and watched the scene unfold before her.
Her knee shook as the waves of ecstasy overtook her. Minthara’s hands fisted the cushion beneath her and she braced for the complete surrender to pleasure. Her head was thrown back and a piercing cry tore through her.
Minthara slumped back onto the floor, chest heaving with every pained breath she took. Naadja continued to lave at her cunt before Minthara pulled her off of her and into her embrace.
They laid there for a moment in a peaceful silence before Minthara pressed her lips against Naadja’s. “Do you require a refreshment, my love?” She asked, her breath mingling with the younger drow’s.
“In a moment,” She said, dreamily. “I’d like to savour you for now.” She returned Minthara’s kisses as the sweat on their bodies began to cool. Minthara examined Naadja’s wrists. The amethyst skin had turned nearly to moonstone under the paralysis. Minthara noted to herself to release her sooner if they were ever to utilize the spell again. She doubted they ever would, but Naadja had been full of surprises thus far. She took the sorceress’ wrist in her hands and began to massage it. Naadja hummed at the sensation and leaned further into her touch.
“The rest of those promised climaxes will have to wait. I trust you will keep count in the future.” Minthara said, playfully in her way.
Naadja sighed in agreement then lifted her thigh, dragging it along Minthara’s side. “This hurts too.” She gestured to her knee, suggesting Minthara rub it as well. She did so, happily.
"You know, I adore seeing you this way." Minthara cooed, lavishing Naadja with affection.
Naadja pursed her lips in consideration then spoke "Then I suppose you may do this again in the future." Naadja relented, it had pleased Minthara that she had.
"Thank you my love," She said, trailing kisses along Naadja's throat and down her shoulder. She could allow Minthara her victories tonight. Tonight, Naadja would rest in her arms as she planned to carry out her promise.