The Taking of Khaera (private)

[Daes]

This need… it was growing unbearable, her flesh constricting against his fingers as he withdrew them, her juices leaving them slick with her cum. She gasped. The pain, the hunger, the pleasure, all merging into one overwhelming feeling that made her feel more alive than she ever had. Yet for all the marks he bore her, it was… enthralling.

As his whip snaked around her breasts, her body went rigid, nipples poised and hot under the lash, she grunted, standing her ground and taking what she could. Her lips quivering as she withheld a sob, she wanted to show him… show him that she could stand it… Her breath was snatched away as the leather broke once more over the soft flesh, her nipples throbbing. Once more, it snapped across her breasts, the impact causing a burn that roused a shriek.

Seven? She breathed, nipples burning still, chest heaving. This number was her only thought before the whip did fly. A crack that landed thick and fast over her already flushed bottom, and bringing with it, a needle-like sting.

“One.” She forced out the word as though she couldn’t breathe, and was swiftly rewarded with a second. More dire than the first, how she would manage to get to seven, was beyond her.

“Two.” The pain brought on with it, an epiphany, as hot as the leather that struck her once more…

“Three!” It burned up her body with a ferocity she had never experienced, but there was more than pain there… Could it be? Snap!!

“Four!” She knew the answer was there in her mind, but she couldn’t think… this was maddening, a kind of hypnotic frenzy.. Her thoughts interrupted again by the hellish sting.

“Five!!” It no longer stung as badly, her bottom was reddened and numb… but this other feeling remained, a feeling that maybe.. Thwwaack!

“Six!!” As she uttered the word her eyes flashed open. It was clear now, and as the whip cracked the final time, she understood.

“Seven!!!” She gasped out at the final blow. She needed it. It was as clear as the nectar that streaked down her thigh, or as the welts on her ripened behind. She wanted it, she wanted all that she could handle and more.

“Seven..” Khaera repeated softly, chest rising and falling with low quick breaths. The burning sending a tremble up her sore flesh, but body ached, the pain was ever sweet…