Do-Over
After all the pain and anger that had built up over her recovery from the trap she escaped, it was strange to return to the more favorable category of thoughts regarding Xerxes as she had, before. As favorable as they could be for someone like him. The time it took to fully heal from her throat injury was plenty of time to determine if she was comfortable with Xerxes handling her, again. Her conclusion was that she was amicable, but only if she could establish it under the right conditions.
To go back as though nothing happened would give the impression she was easily won. But she also didn't want to 'reward' him for the bare minimum. It was a matter of walking the line between getting what she wanted while also keeping it clear he needed to work to keep her interest. Taking her time to compose her thoughts, and how to phrase her requirements for re-initiating contact, Ketna sent the time and date that they would 'reconnect'.
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Back on his balcony again, a place that months ago Ketna never considered returning to with this specific intent. It was as though nothing had changed, save for one small detail- the cat that now occupied a little bed on a vantage point next to the sliding doors of the balcony. He didn't move from his spot but his posture changed, now alerted to her presence on the balcony, tail flicking in idle curiosity. Now no longer carrying an undercurrent of disdain, she could regard the changes Xerxes had made to the living room to accommodate the new roommate with favorable amusement.
Xerxes's large frame announced his presence by obstructing the light before she caught sight of him. He slid open the glass door.
"Y'coming in or what?"
Ketna had no words to describe this 'reunion' but it was oddly anticlimactic after everything that transpired between them. Possibly the most off-putting thing about it was that nothing told her she shouldn't be there. She took hold of the edges of her jacket, tugging at them to shrug off the fallen snow that had accumulated on the back and shoulders, nodding briefly before walking to the open door.
"Got your voice back?" Xerxes watched Ketna intently as she strode the threshold of the balcony.
Ketna didn't pay him much attention while she shook the snow off her boots and slipped them off. "Wouldn't be here if I hadn't." She answered casually, only glancing up at him when she was done. She couldn't be certain, but there seemed to be the briefest notion of relief in Xerxes' posture, the more she spoke.
"Good, fuckin' ya without hearin' ya scream just ain't the same."
In the middle of stripping off her pack and jacket, it was easy to catch the drop in Ketna's shoulders at the response she should have expected, though the mask obscured the rolling of her eyes. It wasn't the type of relief she had hoped for.
After resting the jacket near the shoes she had left, Ketna thumbed over to the cat, changing the subject. "You named him Capone?"
"Yeah," Xerxes slid the balcony door shut. "Shithead's made himself real comfortable here, real fast."
Ketna smirked behind her mask but made no sound of laughter. Removing her gloves, she presented bare fingers for the curious tabby to sniff. It only took a couple huffs for him to shove his head against her hand, which Ketna responded by scratching him wherever he leaned his head into.
"Didn't get to introduce myself properly, last time." Ketna spoke idly while providing the attention Capone wanted, using her free hand to slide the scarf off her neck.
"Y'here for me or the cat?" Xerxes sounded vaguely impatient, possibly even the slightest bit jealous at the attention Capone was receiving, but Ketna couldn't be certain.
"I don't know," Ketna's tone was mockingly wistful. "It's a tough call, you've got some strong competition." Capone leaned the full weight of his top half into Ketna's hands, purring loudly at the scratching against his cheek.
"Competition? Tch'," Xerxes loomed his frame over her, sliding his head beside Ketna's before he continued. "How's about I pet your pussy and make you purr."
Ketna was not prepared for how quickly she dropped at that single suggestion by Xerxes, especially at something so incredibly stupid. She was grateful for the mask that obscured her likely reddening face. But little good that did her when her momentary freeze would have been something he could easily pick up on. Or he would have, had his attention not been drawn by something else.
"Ain't a mark there..." Xerxes commented curiously, looking at the space on her exposed neck where she had been shot straight through.
Xerxes' hand reached out, seeking to confirm what he saw, but Ketna caught his fingers in her grasp the moment they moved toward her. Capone gave a soft protest at the loss of the hand that had been attending to him.
"I haven't given you permission to touch me." She announced just as quickly.
Xerxes huffed, almost sneering, at the denial of his advance but did nothing to contest it. When he pulled his hand back, Ketna released it without another word.
"So y'just heal like that?" His hand gestured at her without advancing.
"I'm not magic, I need surgery just like anyone else." Ketna blew off the question, retrieving her pack and making her way to the hall in an attempt to avoid the line of questioning.
Xerxes was fast on her heels, and not about to let it go right then. "Anyone else still gets scars, 'less they're synthetic."
Ketna paused in her response, mulling on how much to provide that would get him to let go of the subject.
"I have access to medical means most don't." She answered cautiously.
"Figured that much, but there's more to that, isn't there."
Again there was a marked silence as Ketna considered her words carefully. She didn't have to answer him, but knowing how he was, he was going to needle her again at some other point until he got an answer he was satisfied with. Entering the threshold of the bedroom, she attempted to bring the subject to a close as quickly as possible.
"I heal a bit more- completely than typical. As long as the pieces are close enough and aligned correctly, my body can fill in the blanks without too much issue." It was more information than she would have liked to provide, but it was likely something he would pick up on soon enough, especially if they were going to continue being 'intimately' involved.
"There a limit to that?"
"None you need to know." Ketna answered sharply.
"So that's a yes."
Ketna huffed but didn't answer the question, setting the bag on the nearest surface to sort through it.
"S'Like, if y'get an arm sliced off y'can just put it back on like nothing happened?" Xerxes gestured to his own arm when speaking, mimicking a slicing motion toward it to illustrate his question.
Ketna paused in her preparations and sighed heavily. "Yes." She answered darkly, suspecting it'd be something he'd find out eventually.
"So h-"
"Do you want me to fuck you or not?" She interrupted the next line of questioning before it got on any further.
"Shoulda just said that from the beginning."
Ketna sighed but was glad to have the conversation move beyond the discussion of her physical limits and what could kill her. She had sorted what she needed in her bag, but kept the contents hidden inside for now, the more important gear she needed to start was not in her possession. Glancing around the room, she found the harness resting outside the hardware cabinet. After slipping one item from her bag into a pocket, she sat the bag next to the cabinet, exchanging it for the harness that hung there. But that wasn't the only thing she needed.
Opening the cabinet she found it much less of a mess than before. It wasn't neatly organized but it had been very obviously sorted through. What remained appeared to only be the things that fit Xerxes and what he, hopefully, was interested in. The lack of collars in the cabinet was a good indication of that. She hoisted the additional straps she intended to use over her shoulder, and closed the cabinet back up.
"Get over here so I can strap you in." Ketna held up the harness to make her intent clear.
Xerxes was quietly compliant as Ketna slipped the harness over each arm, holding each one out as needed. She slipped it over around his front, circling around to his back to fasten it.
"Let me make this absolutely clear." Ketna marked the statement with the final tug of the buckle. "Things are not 'back to normal' between us. My being here is not proof of absolvement, this is your trial. The verdict depends entirely on how well you listen." She walked back around to Xerxes' front in time for him to address her.
"Trial huh? Should I call ya 'your honor'?"
"Heh, cute, but no." She tugged at the harness. "Now, kneel." She ordered.
Xerxes gave a nonchalant shrug but did as he was instructed, kneeling as he did the last time. As he complied, Ketna continued.
"Face forward, hands on your thighs, remain still until I instruct you otherwise." As she spoke, Ketna made slow strides circling around Xerxes, while resting a hand to linger on his shoulders, tracing across him with her steps.
"I'm not letting you at me all at once." As Ketna explained, she withdrew the object she had snuck into her pocket and unfurled it. "You will be restricted in what you can do," she slipped it around Xerxes' head, making it obvious it was a blindfold. "And what you can see." She emphasized as she secured it, when doing so, she caught the corners of his mouth tugging into a grimace. "The better you listen, the more freedom I'll permit you. Hands behind your back."
Xerxes gave a small laugh but did as he was told. One by one she strapped his arms to his harness. When finished she continued to pace around him once more, leaving a hand against his neck to ensure she never lost contact with him. Circling around to his front, the hand on him trailed up his neck, gliding under his jaw to firmly hold him by the chin, tilting his head upward.
"Is that clear?"
"Heh, crystal."
"Good. Now, wait here, don't move until I tell you."
Finally releasing him from her touch, she left Xerxes kneeling there on the floor.
She had intended to change earlier but between the cat and distracting conversation about her healing she never got around to it. All for the better in the end, making him wait patiently was something he could learn from.
She had no intention of dressing up for him, but she did want something easier to work with this specific kind of activity. A dress was more convenient than a pants and top set, and a full mask swapped with a half mask to keep her voice clear and instructions easy to hear. All the while, apart from some subtle muttering and shifting, Xerxes had remained in place and largely quiet.
Returning to Xerxes' placement on the floor, Ketna placed a hand on his shoulder as soon as she was in reach before she spoke.
"Off to a good start, but I'll see how well you keep this up."
With hand on his shoulder Ketna placed pressure in the direction she wanted to guide him to, turning him to face the edge of the bed. Xerxes now positioned as she wanted, she sat herself at the edge of the bed, hand drifting from shoulder to his chin as she moved and sat in place.
"You have a lot to answer for, I expect you to make it up to me." Ketna's hand pulled away from Xerxes, joined to rest in her lap with the other. "Which is why, before we go any further, you're going to apologize to me."
Xerxes' smirk dropped into a frown. "What?"
"You heard me. If you want anything between us to move forward, I expect you to apologize to me."
"That a metaphor, cus if you want me t-"
"I'm serious, a real apology." Ketna cut him off before he could steer the conversation in another direction.
"I apologized to you for actions I took that crossed the line, now you need to do the same. You want us to be square, this is how you do it."
"Th'fuck am I even apologizin' for. You admitted that was your fuckup. And I already told you I didn't claw you on purpose. What- am I supposed t'apologize for something that wasn't even my fault just cus you got hurt?"
Ketna sighed in exasperation, she wasn't surprised but now she was second guessing if this was more trouble than it was worth.
"Yes, I admitted where I fucked up, and I know I caused that outcome. But things wouldn't have escalated to that point in the first place had you just admitted not wanting the collar. And deflecting that discomfort with what I can only describe as insecure machismo, didn't help, either."
Xerxes sneered, straining on his binds. "We actually fucking or was this all so that you could fuckin' lecture me?"
"Yes, we're going to fuck," Ketna sighed, but was unsurprised at where he put his priorities. "All you have to do is apologize and we can continue."
Xerxes shifted again, on the cusp of another complaint but Ketna spoke before he could voice it.
"Since I'm certain you've hardly had any practice in this field, here's how an apology works. First, you identify where you did wrong. Second, you state your remorse for that wrongdoing, sincerely. Third, you endeavor to not repeat it and say as much. It is also helpful to apologize for things that weren't intentional, not because of culpability, but out of sympathy or remorse that it happened."
Xerxes groaned audibly, fidgeting in place, but finally settled.
"Yeah alright, fine." He took a breath before he spoke again. "I'm Sorry- I lied- about the collar." Xerxes spoke with great strain and theatrical inflection, emphasizing and exaggerating words as he spoke.
"And?"
"And?? What 'and'? You already know about the collar we covered that. What the fuck am I not supposed to repeat?" His voice raised, his flexing in agitation causing audible strain to the binds.
"Any other situation where you're not comfortable with something, you tell me. You don't deflect it or make a joke about it, you just say you don't want it."
"Yeah yeah fine okay, I'll tell you I don't want somethin' or 'deflect' or whateverthefuckitis." Xerxes huffed but the tension against his bonds seemed to wane.
Concerned about the potential spot of vulnerability Xerxes may be in, in all this, Ketna felt impulsed to make a pact she hadn't intended to when she started. She reached out, gently placing her fingers against the sides of his neck. Xerxes flinched at the touch, either because he wasn't expecting it or was tense from the course of conversation, or both, Ketna wasn't sure. But he didn't respond adversely beyond that. She traced her hands up his neck and began to speak when she felt some of the tension leave.
"I don't violate intimacy, Xerxes." Both of Ketna's hands rested against his jaw, cupping it from underneath, her voice weighted with earnest sincerity. "I don't use it as a tool or a lure. Whatever vulnerability I discover between us remains that way. If there is a boundary, I won't cross it, but in order to do that I need to know where it is."
"Y-yeah-" He shrugged, attempting to shake off whatever disorientation he was experiencing. "sure, whatever."
"Good. Now then-" One of Ketna's hands left Xerxes' jaw, leaving just one to tilt it up. "you mentioned a metaphorical apology. I think I like the sound of that."
Her last hand withdrew from his chin as she leaned herself back. With the appropriate leverage, she raised a leg over Xerxes' shoulder, pulling him into a leaning position toward the foot of the bed.
"I hope I don't need to explain what I expect of you n-ext-!?"
Ketna had hardly finished her sentence when Xerxes shoved his face hungrily between her legs, teeth and tongue no strangers to navigating the delicate flesh, despite the lack of help from his sight. Even after the first time he had responded this way, it never ceased to surprise her with how eager he was to get his face between her legs.
His tongue found its way between her lips brushing on the outside as a tease, then forcing its way between on the second lap. Ketna leaned herself back, resting her weight on an arm while tilting her hips up to potentially give Xerxes better access in the position he was in. He shifted quickly to the new posture, pressing the front of his teeth carefully to her lips while his tongue dove deeper inside. The pressure he could provide inside her was decently stimulating, his tongue was good enough at that. They had hardly begun and already, Ketna found herself being lulled closer into a state of sexual comfort.
He continued massaging her internally until he heard the first gentle sounds from her, withdrawing the tongue for what she knew would follow. As he had done before, teeth pressed to her lips, pressure enough to part what he needed to gain access to her most sensitive spot. As many times as it had happened, and just as before, Ketna jerked in place at the first contact of tongue against her clit. His careful buildup had made her appropriately sensitive, and the gentle swirling of his tongue was winding her up in quick order, warmth of what would soon follow reaching from her center through the rest of her body.
While he could not keep himself close to her on his own, Ketna's hand at the back of his head and legs against his back, kept him as close as he needed to be. Circular motions switched to quick, flicking laps, and her body responded immediately. Everything was getting sharp so fast, her back arched in some attempt to feel it more, her mind chanted for it to not stop but she could only whine in her state. He kept up the action for as long as he needed until she finally gave a small whimper and her body began to shudder. The subtle ripple of an orgasm took hold of her body for a moment, her back stiffening, legs tightening against his back and hand at the back of his head clenching in a fist but not gripping at him.
Despite his limited mobility, Xerxes did what he could to keep himself as close to her as possible, seeking to continue teasing her through her sensitivity, but it was an effort that had its limits. After the first wave of intensity washed over her, Ketna pulled herself away from him and there was little he could do to bridge the gap. Conceding his limits given the circumstances, he ceased straining against her hand, licking lightly against his teeth, grinning at her from his position.
"Good enough for ya?"
"Not bad," She admitted, Ketna's voice was almost melodious in her praise but still marked by deep breaths, riding the pleasant sensation of the orgasm she just had. "Now show me what you can do with your hands."
Reaching around Xerxes' side to his back, she undid the buckles of the straps that held his arms in place. It may have been too early to move to the next step, but she desperately wanted the additional stimulus that she knew his hands could provide.
His hands darted straight to her hips the moment they were free. He grasped and yanked her to nearly off the edge of the bed with a force that threw her off-balance. Hands clamored over her thighs, hips, and back with a ravenous urgency that caused him to grip all too tightly in places. The feel of claws against her skin, even if accidentally, caused Ketna to stiffen immediately.
"Hey! Watch the claws!" Her order was sharp and urgent, her mind recalling the last time Xerxes dug his claws into her.
Xerxes' grasps softened immediately upon hearing the exclamation, then tightened again with more caution than before. It took longer for Ketna's adrenaline to die back down despite her relief that he had listened and complied so quickly, as her mind was still coasting on the memory of before. But sure enough, Xerxes' diligent and attentive work in her sex had coaxed her into a tentative state of ease.
While his actions to grab hold of her were desperate, almost wild, the touch between her legs was far more careful. Thumbs felt along the inside of her thighs roaming inward, feeling along where leg met pelvis. Both an act to search for what he could not see and to feel solely for the sake of feeling. One more firm but mindful squeeze of his grip on her hips, and his thumbs slid to her center. They slid between the lips, making use of the combined forms of lubrication to glide easily across. One pressed in enough to graze over her clit in an upward sweep, contact that made Ketna twitch in his grasp. He left the thumb there, unmoving, while the other continued to tease between the lips, just at her entrance with careful mindfulness given to give clearance for his claws.
The thumb left the space of her entrance vacant once more, only for it to be filled with his tongue again as it had earlier. No longer occupied, the thumb between her lips found new purpose in spreading her wide, and the one that rested at her clit moved once more. The first circle against her clit was timed deliberately with motions of his tongue inside her and Ketna whined and arched her back in response. So soon from her last orgasm, she was in a prime position to have another, and she permitted herself to fall back to facilitate this.
As she dropped back onto the bed, Xerxes responded quickly by shoving the leg he had a grip on, nearly against her side. She could feel his tongue increase the pressure inside in a way no organic one could, the blessed benefit of a mostly synthetic partner. Gentle touches against her clit felt like cracks that weakened whatever tension remained that may have held her back. In time she gave in to his attention, the comfortable shudder that ran through her was her reward for permitting herself to relax. Xerxes kept his tongue inside, stirring her up while she continued to clench against it.
Ketna could feel herself slipping, some part of her felt she needed to cut through to regain her cognition, but she didn't want to. Every other time she had him go down on her in a domme setting, Ketna didn't allow herself to indulge beyond one orgasm, but this time she didn't stop him. He owed her that much.
Xerxes tongue drew out of her, sliding upward to tease her sensitive clit as he did. His elbows braced against her thighs, knowing her response, preemptively preventing her from lurching out of place from his touch. Noting that Ketna made no effort to prevent him from going on, Xerxes' actions became more assertive, changing his position to have a better hold on her. If she wasn't going to stop him, he wasn't going to let her get away. And that was exactly what she wanted.
Fingers took their place inside her, carefully navigating inside as not to hurt her, his tongue returned teasing her clit. Every flick of his tongue sent sparks through her, her voice rose to match the intensity of what she was feeling. Strong as his tongue was, they couldn't compare to the kind of force he could apply with his fingers. His free hand lay over her raised thigh and hip, both holding her in place and pulling flesh back to give her no protection from his tongue.
Body already warmed up from the climax before, Ketna was already close by the time Xerxes' fingers sped up. Her body attempted to shift away involuntarily from the intensity of Xerxes' tongue sliding gently over her clit, but his strength and leverage didn't allow that to happen. She was thankfully held firm to accept what he had to give. Internal pressure brought it down in waves, the gentle laps against her clit provided sharp waves of pleasure that finally tipped her over. Desperate whines followed by loud outcry telegraphed the next orgasm that rocked through her. Having fully given in to what was being done to her, more of her cognition slipped away, hiding in between the waves of pleasure that made her body arch and jerk with every contact, all kept firmly in place by Xerxes.
Ketna wasn't sure how long she had been kept on that high, but at some point through that wave, Xerxes tongue had withdrawn from between her legs, though his hands remained to tease her. She should have said something, interrupted him to chide him that she didn't say he could stop using his tongue, but the thought was fleeting. The touch and stimulation had not stopped despite the lack of tongue and it kept her on the cusp of another orgasm. The next wave that washed over her pushed it further into the back of her mind and his continued contact ensured her inability to act. Her body continued tense shudders even as she came down from the last climax.
Fingers inside her eased, the touching outside moved from direct contact with her clit to massaging the mons. The lack of stimulation was just enough to make Ketna aware of Xerxes' speaking.
"Not sure how you're expecting to keep control like this."
Ketna moaned in acknowledgement, slowly willing herself to cognition.
"I could slip this blindfold off at any time and there'd be nothing you could do about it."
"Mnn gonna" Was all Ketna managed to mutter out.
"What was that?" Xerxes teased, tongue laps shifting to her thighs and abdomen.
Ketna whined before she found her voice enough to speak. "I said you're not gonna. Cus I'm still callin the shots." There was a slightly slurred quality to her words. "'N I didn't say stop."
"Sure y'don't want me to take control of yah instead." He teased, lapping between her lips enough to make her flinch.
Ketna hoisted herself up on her elbows to encourage focus out of herself and emphasize what she was about to say. "You haven't earned the right."
"Sure this ain't proof enough." Xerxes smirked, his tongue teasing at her abdomen again.
Exasperated by the conversation, Ketna fell back on the bed. "Just let me have this." It came out as more of a whine than a statement, possibly something she should have held in her head.
Xerxes felt her fall back but didn't say anything more, and quietly returned to the task he was ordered to do. Fingers pried her back open and his tongue returned to her depths with a forceful insistence. It shoved in as deeply as he could allow without grazing his teeth against her, likely holding back due to her reaction, earlier. It drew out, slowly with lingering pressure, then up between her lips, dragging deliberately across Ketna's clit. She whimpered at the touch and huffed when she felt the tongue leave that point. Both hands shifted over her body, taking a thigh in each hand grasping her tightly and lifting her hips up. His tongue teased at her lips through the adjustment, Ketna whimpered with each tease that didn't give her what she wanted.
"Xerxes-" Ketna whimpered out breathlessly, while her hips moved to follow the tongue that didn't drag deep enough for her to feel it.
"Yeah- relax princess, I got it." Xerxes answered in a way that seemed playfully annoyed, suspecting what she was fussing about without her actually saying it.
Ketna considered contesting the choice of pet name, but her will to complain was curtailed as a thumb parted her lips and tongue found what she wanted to receive attention in the first place. The size of his hands made it easy for him to keep his hold on her while spreading her open, so when his tongue circled against her clit, her sudden thrash did nothing to break that hold. His tongue switched from gentle swishes to light and fast flicks against that most sensitive point, and her body strained more in place. She was tense all over, quickly regaining the high she had lost when interrupted a moment ago.
Xerxes' other free thumb teased her entrance while his tongue continued his unrelenting flicks. Ketna's hands, which she had kept to her side, always anxious about harming her partners unintentionally, found themselves at the back of Xerxes' head, willing desperately to keep him close to not stop. Her legs already close to his neck, turned in at the knee to wrap themselves behind his neck. All the while Xerxes' pattern did not let up, driving that electric heat through her to drive her over the edge.
With another outcry Ketna felt herself crashing again to the sensation that overwhelmed her. Her legs clenched tightly to Xerxes' neck, to keep her close to him while he still struggled to flick his tongue against her throughout her strengthening grasp. For a moment she held him to herself tightly riding the orgasm out for as long as he and her body allowed her too. With the wave over, some element of her senses returned, noting her legs wrapped around Xerxes' neck and her finger's grip. Hurriedly she released him, some part of her worried she might have harmed him in the process, but a cursory glance of both his body and overall posture indicated no initial harm done to him.
"Good," Ketna breathed deeply, re-centering herself to ease her voice into a tone of praise. "Very good." Her next impulse was to thank him, but held it back to help maintain her appearance of authority.
"That's it? Good?" Xerxes' smirked, teasing her word choice.
"I said 'Very' good, didn't I?" Ketna hooked her fingers into the front of Xerxes' harness to pull him in. "Besides, I have other means besides words to reward you with just how well you did."
Before Xerxes had any chance to be cheeky about it, Ketna rolled out from under him and maneuvered around to shove him down, face first onto the bed. Using a leg to brace herself against his back, Ketna maneuvered a hand behind his back, which he complied with.
"You won't be needing these anymore for the time being." Ketna announced as she began to strap the one back up.
Xerxes didn't say anything but gave a muffled 'heh' while turning his head to the side on the bed.
While Ketna fastened one arm, and then began on the other, she gave thought to what just transpired before. Xerxes had the opportunity to take advantage of her in her compromised state, that he even very explicitly called attention to, but he didn't. Even if his choice to not do so was calculated, biding his time, it still felt appropriate to give him something he wanted. Theoretically that was, he wasn't exactly forthcoming about what he explicitly wanted.
Finishing up with the second arm Ketna glanced Xerxes over. Seeing him on his stomach, in the position where their last encounter spiraled, had her recalling those poor choices and how they cascaded. She wasn't sure what compelled her, but act on that compulsion she did. Leaning over, she planted a gentle kiss on the back of his neck at an estimated location where the collar would have rested on, before she slid off his back.
"Wait here for me."
Blindfolding Xerxes meant she couldn't quite make out the expression he had when she did that but he didn't say anything about it, either. He remained quietly, waiting as he was told.
Returning to her bag, Ketna fished out the strap she had brought with her. A new one, both to replace the one that had been ripped off the last time, but also possibly something a bit more compatible for Xerxes. She had taken the time to discuss dimensions with R'Vindr, something she hadn't done the first time around. After applying lube to the dildo and leaving some in her hands, she returned Xerxes at the foot of the bed.
"I wonder what it is you're more eager for me to touch, your dick, or your slit." Ketna announced, before resting one hand on his thigh,
She didn't wait for any answer before resting her lubed fingers against the slit she just referred to, gliding the pre-warmed lube around and slowly between his lower lips. Xerxes grunted softly at the gentle touches, and then again at the slow penetration. Two fingers eased their way inside, followed by a third that felt along the inner walls to tease and stimulate. She could feel and see Xerxes's back and thighs tense to her touch. Ketna considered the size of Xerxes' slit next to her hand, contemplating that she could possibly fist him fairly easily, but she'd leave that for another time. This meant she would have to concede there was going to be 'another time' to be had.
While firmly pressing into the synthetic flesh inside him, Ketna kneaded her fingers carefully into the synthetic muscle of the thigh she held with the other. She traced her fingers inward on the thigh where it met the groin, attempting to complement the internal stimulation. She still had no idea how much he felt but she hoped the gesture was in some way complementary.
Further she slid the hand in, her thumb meeting the other at the opposite sides of the lips. Withdrawing the fingers inside him and both thumbs on opposite sides, she used them to spread his cunt wide for her while she aligned the tip of the strap. Xerxes huffed as he felt the tip press against him, then shifted and grunted when she slid it inside as though surprised. It was wider than the last strap she had before, not extremely so but enough that it was different from what he expected. Toes flexed and dug into the floor below.
"Do you like it?" Ketna's voice was playful but soothing. "I got it special just for you." She continued the penetration slow and steady to help him get used to it.
Xerxes huffed and shifted, 'looking' back to respond. "Yeah," he breathed out between a moan. "cus who else you gonna use it on."
Ketna's hands slid up to Xerxes' hips and finished off the penetration with a little thrust while pulling hips toward her own. Xerxes moaned a little louder in response.
"Shut up and enjoy it." The tone of her voice was amused, pulling out just enough to thrust it back in.
Slow at first she pulled out, and thrust back in with ramping aggression. Each time, Ketna watched Xerxes arch to her thrusts and sought to match how his hips tilted. After a few slow thrusts in and out in this manner, she found a rhythm and angle that permitted her to sink downward into him while keeping up a steady and firm pace. Xerxes telegraphed his approval with moans that grew louder with each thrust.
Ketna watched the subtle shudders of his body, hands and toes clenching in waves of increasing urgency to, and the increasing roughness of his breathing and moans. When he began making those desperate moans she was familiar with she coaxed him along.
"That's it, sweetheart," Using the pet name as equal parts affection and tease. "Let go, come on my strap for me like a good boy."
Either by way of good timing or the coaxing itself, Xerxes' back arch and in a growled moan came as he was encouraged to do so. Ketna paused thrusts only momentarily, giving him a moment to clench against the strap inside him, but she didn't keep still for long.
"I think you can be much louder than that."
Ketna returned to the motions with a strong thrust, which Xerxes groaned loudly against. She increased the pace from what she just had before, and Xerxes' hips squirmed and tilted. Ketna couldn't be sure but it seemed as though Xerxes was more overwhelmed by it than he had been in the past. He seemed less stiff, less on the edge of holding it together. He panted harder and more audibly. She couldn't be certain if it was the new strap or the additional restraint, or both. His hips squirmed, claws dug into the floor once more and she knew he was close.
"Come for me, again." Ketna urged him again between thrusts.
Not as well timed as the last, Xerxes clawed into the floor, squirming and panting a bit longer before his back stiffened and he gave in loudly to the building orgasm. In the middle of his climax, Kenta reached down between his legs, tracing fingers over his very erect dick.
"FUCK!" Xerxes growled out in something more sound than word.
He jerked and buckled immediately to the touch, shuddering with each circular motion traced against the tip of his dick. After teasing the tip, Ketna took slow firm strokes of his dick, adding to the continued thrusting she had not paused this time around. His moans had nearly become shouts, his thighs shook with held tension both from the previous orgasm and the building of another one close at hand.
While trying to maintain her focus on Xerxes, Ketna couldn't help but think of the dick in her hand and how badly she wanted the roles reversed. She wanted him inside her, she wanted him ravenous and desperate, to pin her down and fuck her until he was spent. Maybe forget for a moment how theoretically dangerous that could be. But first she needed to keep her focus on him as a writhing mass beneath her.
The combination of Ketna's thrusts and hand at his shaft had Xerxes squirming more than usual. Her strength could keep up but his mass did not make it easy to hold on to but she managed well enough, putting weight into his hips to keep the squirming to a minimum. His next climax happened suddenly, with very little buildup, the way Xerxes jerked in her hands and barked out some nonsensical word made it seem as though he wasn't expecting it either.
Ketna slowed her thrusts a little with this climax, easing into slow, but hard thrusts, pausing after each time her hips hit his. Her hand at his dick stroked at it slow and firm, pausing occasionally to tease the tip. Tension caused by the climax slowly faded from Xerxes' body, but he still shuddered and painted with each slow thrust. Occasionally Ketna would feel his dick twitch and pulse in her hand with each tease of the glans.
Again, Ketna found herself considering how cute Xerxes looked with the occasional shudders, but continued to keep that thought to herself.
"I get the feeling you like the new strap." Ketna teased, pulling out from Xerxes for good this time while also releasing his dick.
Xerxes grunted and shuddered one more time as he was left vacant on his stomach. Ketna let her hands linger on the synthetic muscle of his back, and then his thighs, before her touch left him completely so she could remove the strap. She could do more, but this was about her, not him, and what she wanted now, was to be in his position.
"You've been very good for me tonight." Ketna praised, walking back to the back to stow the strap.
On her walk back, Ketna could see Xerxes' head turning to follow her footsteps as she returned to his side again. "I think you've earned some freedom."
"Just some." Xerxes' voice was softened slightly from the few orgasms before.
"I'm not giving you Carte Blanche to do whatever you want, I can withdraw whenever I want." Ketna placed her hands on the buckles of the straps on Xerxes' arms.
Xerxes huffed a laugh, then began to roll on his side and sit up. "Not getting much of anywhere with this." his head motioned, likely to the harness.
"I was getting to that." Ketna took hold of the harness to guide Xerxes to where she wanted him to sit upright, and maneuvered around to his back. "Only when I release you completely, can you act on your own accord." She warned, then went to work undoing the straps on Xerxes' hands.
One by one each arm was released, as he had been told to do Xerxes made no effort to act on his own, waiting for Ketna to undo the harness. Even when the buckle for the harness was released he assisted in shifting it off his shoulders but didn't make a motion toward Ketna. However, the moment Ketna slid the blindfold off, her hand was caught by Xerxes' own, his other free hand encompassing her chest and shoulder to shove her down on the bed, quickly pinning her down beneath him. From there, his first action upon pinning her down was, to her surprise, not to claim her, but to rip off the mask that had covered her face. It was the first time either of them had seen eye to eye since the last night they had been together. Ketna suspected he would have done it eventually, but she had not anticipated seeing her face was more important than getting his dick in her.
"Funny, you get all dressed up and don't let me see it." Xerxes remarked when he noticed the change in attire.
"That was the point. Besides, you're seeing it now, aren't you?" Ketna said with a smirk.
Xerxes gave an annoyed 'Tch, before releasing the hand that held Ketna's to grab her leg instead, hiking it up, the other hand shifted any of the dress out of the way before grasping the other leg. Shifting her hips to a position that suited him, he let his dick slide between her lips, grinding against her but still not penetrating her.
"You came back here cus you want me, like every time before. You want this-" Xerxes made and angled grind against her, eliciting a suppressed whine from the woman beneath him. "I want t'hear ya say it."
Ketna tilted her hips in an attempt to guide Xerxes' dick inside her but to no avail as Xerxes raised his dick out of the way and held her thighs in place. The slickness from between her lips that coated his dick was enough to make it easy to slide his dick between her thighs, lifted just enough away from her vulva that it provided her no feedback. Ketna huffed at the removal of stimulation, and sat herself up on her elbows.
"Naw, none of that, I'm not fucking you until I hear you say it"
"Like you're not desperate to get it in." Ketna smirked, attempting to bait him without having to resort to saying it out loud herself.
"Dunno," Xerxes smirked while he continued to grind himself between Ketna's thighs. "Got a pretty good thing goin' here."
Without the mask Ketna could no longer hide the scowl she made at the rejection.
"Might change my mind if you beg me for it." Xerxes taunted, the look on his face gave the indication that he already felt he had won.
Ketna grunted in frustration, dropping back onto the bed, not expecting him to have as much restraint as he did so far. Clearly making her beg was more important to him than getting his dick in her as soon as possible, and his ego being as it was meant he wasn't about to let this go easily. After a few thrusts between her thighs, Xerxes leaned himself down further enough to graze against her lips to remind her what she was missing. Ketna tilted her hips into his thrust and he pulled back.
"Goddamnit would you just fuck me already?" Ketna exclaimed at being denied again.
Xerxes withdrew a hand from one thigh to take hold of Ketna's face, thumb sliding between her lips which she accepted without fuss, looking her in the eyes while he reiterated what he wanted.
"I said beg me for it, no cheeky demands. You want me to fuck you beg me for it."
Immediately after he spoke, something changed. It was subtle, a slight shift in his face and adjusted focus of his eyes showed a hint of confusion as though something about her face had caught his attention and required study. Ketna knew she had to do something now or he would catch one of the few remaining elements about herself that she had still managed to hide from him even now. Acting quickly she lifted herself to reach up to him, resting hands against his shoulders.
"Goddamnit, yes okay!" She exclaimed, hyping herself up for what she was about to say. "Please, Xerxes, please, fuck me." She let her genuine desperation show in her voice. "I need you inside me so bad." She dropped herself back onto the bed and squeezed her legs against Xerxes' waist. "I want to feel you deep inside me, I need to come against your cock, God, please."
Ketna knew she was going to be dealing with the repercussions of her word choice for quite some time after in one way or another, but it sufficiently distracted Xerxes from whatever it was he might have noticed. And if it was enough to make him forget what he might have seen, it was a hit she was willing to take.
"That's what I thought." Xerxes announced with smug triumph before doing exactly what she had begged for.
Ketna permitted herself to let her own satisfaction be heard, producing a content moan as Xerxes hips pressed flush against hers. Xerxes made a satisfied intake of breath at the same time.
"All that talk of never fucking me again, bet you were thinking about me fucking you against the wall that whole time." Xerxes stated with smug confidence while sliding his dick out.
"I wouldn't go that far." Ketna made a small gasp as Xerxes moved inside her, thrusting back in again. "I was very committed to making your life hell once I was fully recovered."
"Yeah, so what changed?"
Ketna moaned with the next thrust before she answered. "Context."
Xerxes chuffed but didn't say anything more, taking firm hold of Ketna's thighs picking up the pace with firm thrust inside her. Ketna whimpered and arched beneath him, losing more of her ability to even answer anything he would have said in the first place. She might not have been thinking about being taken by him at the time, but she was certainly thinking about it now.
Amidst the ramped up thrusts, Xerxes hands couldn't stay in one place, they held her hips down for a time then trailed up her body while doing what he could to hold her down. Finding it difficult to keep the pace and force he wanted as fingers trailed over her torso, he settled instead on one fixed to her hip, the other free to roam where it pleased. Fingers pried under the neckline of her dress, feeling and cupping at the breast that lay beneath it.
Fed up with cloth getting in the way of his contact with skin, clawed hands tore at the fabric, ripping it away and exposing her more than she already had been. His hand splayed over her fully exposed chest, before rolling a thumb over one of her breasts. Amidst every thrust, he teased at her chest, cupping the mound that was barely visible as she lay on her back. She whimpered underneath this hold, back arching each time he pinched at her nipple as the sensation connected directly to center. He shifted his hand to the other breast after a time, ensuring attention was applied to both. After they had been attended to, his head dipped down, broad tongue lapping her sternum.
The tongue switched lapping over her breast, the warmth comfortably welcome against them. His hand that had been at her chest slipped under her, hoisting her up by her back. When Xerxes' teeth grazed one of Ketna's nipples, she braced herself for the bite that was to follow. But when her nipple was caught in the broad flats of his front teeth they were surprisingly delicate in the pressure they applied. Her own surprise at the gesture translated to mewled whimpers as Xerxes' tongue brushed the released nipple then mouthed against the other to tease it in the same manner.
Tension had been building up the whole time with every thrust, it was a surprise to her that this gentle regard for her body was enough to tip her over. Ketna's arm snapped up, wrapping around the back of Xerxes' neck to pull her in close at the same time, while her legs likewise wrapped around his waist. It was a subtle first climax, small shakes and a lightness in her head. She gasped into his neck as the sensation passed. It wasn't the most powerful climax, but it was a strangely intimate one.
Xerxes had paused his motions to hold Ketna still against him for a moment while she shuddered, but dropped her onto her back when it showed signs of slowing. Ketna whimpered at the loss of closeness but it was quickly replaced by a new desperate outcry as Xerxes grasped firmly to her hips with both hands to thrust back into her. One thumb lingered between her legs accumulating enough combined slick to make the first contact against her clit pleasant.
Ketna gasped and lurched in place at the touch, hands grasping at the sheets that covered the bed. Already made malleable for the first small climax, Ketna was primed for another soon enough. What the new position lacked in intimacy, it gained in intensity, each thrust inside her hit where she needed it to to keep that tension building. Xerxes' likewise was labored in his breath; he was as much on the edge as she was.
"C'mon, really suck in this cock you want so bad." Xerxes teased.
A few heavy thrusts timed with a brush against her clit finally tipped Ketna over into that strong overpowering type of climax she craved, and the first internal clenches against Xerxes' dick brought her in along with her. He growled a deep satisfied moan holding her flush to him to finally come inside.
"Good girl." Xerxes hissed as his own orgasm subsided.
Ketna was still riding her own when Xerxes' thumb brushed against her clit again. As much as she startled in place, she couldn't move her hips or legs from the grip Xerxes held on her, captive for however long he wanted to tease her. With his breath caught up he wound up and slammed his dick back into Ketna again, making the most of her before she had a chance to cool down. Both of her thighs were shoved against her chest so Xerxes could thrust deeply and heavily against her. Not being permitted to detach from the stimulation left Ketna in a continued high, sense of what was around her continued to diminish as she was quickly ramped up again. The combination of the aggressive thrusts and pressure both outside and inside had her gasping loudly.
Xerxes seemed just as caught off guard as she was when the next climax finally washed over her. He hitched and grunted as he felt her clench against him. It wasn't long before the pressure of the contractions had him cumming inside her once more.
Abruptly after his last climax, Xerxes pulled himself out, lifted and flipped Ketna onto her stomach with alarming speed and shoved his dick back in between her lips, hard and rough against her. Ketna moaned happily at the new change in position. With his grip at her hip, he moved once more with frantic, aggressive rutting. He was using her to get himself off, and lucky for her, that kind of aggression did well for her, too.
The new angle provided a different kind of intensity in pressure from the previous position. Though Ketna still squirmed with every thrust, it was hardly noticeable against the way Xerxes held her fast against the bed. Ketna was lost in everything that surrounded her, lost and unable to think of anything other than the desperate want for Xerxes to use like this for as long as he wanted. There was little sense of time, just the sense of that warm fire building up overwhelming every point Xerxes' touched, crowding her head until she tipped over the edge once again.
Xerxes' own climax followed with a near roar, the strength of her warmth around him making it impossible for him to ignore. He paused to take in her contractions for as long as her body trembled beneath him. In the deep breaths of his recovery he leaned down, his head close to Ketna's.
"I said it before-" Xerxes' huffed next to Ketna's ear between breaths. "You're mine and you know it."
Involuntary tremors ran through her from the words he spoke and the feeling of his breath against her. There was nothing Ketna could do to hide what that suggestion was doing to her. An open maw and teeth grazed against her shoulder, then pulled back, a hesitation, followed by a tongue that took their place. A broad lap of tongue traveled from shoulder to neck, causing Ketna to shudder.
One of the hands at Ketna's hips slipped between her legs, finding her clit gliding over it easily with all the times they had come between each other. Xerxes' thrusts started up again, slow but firm. The sharp intensity of sensation of the finger at her clit brought back that overwhelming cold fire that traveled through her body. Her whimpering cries grew louder with every thrust, until she could keep it back no longer and her body gave in to what Xerxes' coxed it into.
Xerxes grunted at the sensation of climax against him but still hadn't achieved his own, opting instead to remain still while he continued to stimulate the woman beneath him.
"That's it sweetheart," Xerxes' voice was strained, but sinisterly sweet. "Milk my cock like a good girl."
The finger at her clit was unrelenting, slow and careful circulations against it ensuring her orgasm didn't die down easily. The longer it continued, the louder she became. Every touch was both gentle and overwhelming, Ketna involuntarily squirmed, both parts wanting more and wanting less but she was captive to whatever Xerxes wanted of her.
Ketna had no idea how long she was kept on that high before Xerxes finally came, but she was only partially cognisant in any significant sense by the time he did. The warmth inside her was barely recognizable to the fire inside her that had been stoked this whole time. Any sounds Xerxes may have made were drowned out either by her own or the way her head was filled with pleasure.
This time, he finally stopped, keeping himself inside Ketna close to her hips, groaning exhails as he remained long enough to feel her contractions subside around him. When she finally settled, Xerxes withdrew from her with a grunt.
Ketna was only barely getting any sense of her surroundings when she felt his hands on her again, at first she thought his only purpose was to turn her over, but the way they passed over her body was slow, contemplating. A flat palm dragging from the small of her back to her shoulder, before taking hold and rotating her onto her back. The other hand dealt with her legs, both to align her hips with her back but also to brush between her legs, spreading the lips once more, no doubt to inspect what he had left behind. The hand that had held her shoulder lingered over her torso, from chest to stomach, not so much to tease, just to feel. It was the closest she had come to any token of affection by him, and she craved it as much as she had the sex itself.
Xerxes grasped Ketna by her jaw, turning her head in his direction before he spoke. "No one fucks you like I do, do they?"
Ketna focused, then her face formed a gently amused look. "That's not as impressive a boast as you think it is."
"But y'don't deny it." Xerxes smirked about his potential victory.
"You're right, no one else has fucked me to the point of seeing stars on the same day they sold me out to a group that wanted to kill me." She answered pointedly.
Xerxes appeared a little less proud. "You're still on about that?"
"Wouldn't you be, were the situation the other way around?"
Xerses got quiet for a second but conceded. "Heh, suppose I just might be."
"Then you should know damn well why I'm still 'on about that'." Ketna emphasized.
Xerxes opened his mouth to say something but Ketna cut him off before he could speak. "So instead of feeling proud of yourself, you should be humbled by the fact that I'm even allowing you to fuck me at all." She raised herself on her elbows to hold Xerxes by his jaw, mirroring what he had just done. "Because the real truth is, no one fucks you like I do, do they?"
Xerxes looked briefly stunned at both the statement and gesture, likely caught off-guard by the reversal.
Ketna chuckled, "Except for R'Vindr, possibly." She playfully patted a still-bewildered Xerxes on the cheek. "But he's a good fuck, so I'm right there with you on that one." she rolled out from under him off the bed.
Xerxes remained partially frozen in place. "Wait- Y'know R'Vindr?"
"Yeah, been fuckbuddies with him for a while." She explained casually while she walked away. "Heh, it's interesting. In a way you could say he was responsible for my.. Reconnecting with you."
"How's that?" Xerxes asked cautiously.
"Well after the-" She paused, sorting through how to word it. "First complicated altercation between us, one day I went to visit R'Vindr and I saw you leaving his place. Since I knew you had a cunt and I knew R'Vindr's preferences, I asked him what you were doing there. He explained and that led to the idea of.. pushing things in a different direction, between us." All the while Ketna was busy cleaning herself off and redressing.
Xerxes sat himself up on the bed while Ketna spoke.
"He explained, did he?" He was staring off into the distance while he responded, but Ketna was not facing him to notice.
"I'm sure this is a lot to hear all at once but, you would have found out eventually. I'd rather be up-front about it, if we're going to continue this arrangement or whatever it is.." her voice trailed off.
"Yea- 'Preciate it."
Only now had Ketna glanced back to look at Xerxes, catching the distance in his voice. "Are you okay?"
"Tch, yeah." Xerxes shook off whatever held him in place, raising himself off the bed.
"Really?" Ketna narrowed her gaze at him.
"What y'gonna nag me about it? Just made me think'a something I gotta address s'all." He muttered out quickly before shifting tone. "But 'nuff about that. Trials over, so what's the verdict Your Honor." Xerxes put emphasis on the title.
Ketna sighed, in a vaguely defeated way. "I might entertain the prospect of socializing with you again."
"So we're fuckin' again?"
"If I feel up to it, yes."