Editing Hesperax's Pet (section)

==Chapter Nine==

“Amythin...mmph!” 

Avitus’ back arched and he strained against his bonds as Lelith made true on her promise. Though his own tongue had only briefly brushed against the exterior of her labia during his muffled question, it was matched by a similarly quick lick across the underside of his tip. A frenzy began to overtake the acolyte, driven by the first real stimulation he had had in hours. At first, he stuck with the basics: teasing licks, light sucks, soft nips, a gambit to see just how diligently his Mistress would duplicate his efforts. Almost maddeningly, they were doubled, if not tripled each time, driving the man to rougher and more vigorous acts. 

Mid-way through a particularly long and slightly painful draw (Avitus had accidently bit Lelith’s clit in his zeal to be given release) on his cock, Avitus’ vision suddenly went pure white. It took a full five seconds for him to realize that he was finally cumming, by which time his entire body was flailing against the bonds. Abandoning his attack on Lelith’s crotch for the time being, Avitus practically screamed in pain and delight as his Mistress continued to suck him off throughout the entire affair. After what felt like an eternity, the acolyte’s body finally ceased its machinations, leaving him panting while tears of joy streamed across his face.

Below, Lelith happily made it a point to noisily suck up every droplet of cum that her pet produced. She would never admit it to anyone, but she had secretly thought about doing this the entire day. It had been decades, if not centuries, since she had last had a partner, and there was something positively alluring about not having to expect broken bones the day after. Her species had always been infamous for its sadistic nature, which extended to all matters, including the realm of sex. Needless to say, “intimacy” wasn’t something a Dark Eldar typically experienced, let alone shared with another. Affection was a sign of weakness, something to be exploited, or so the common line of thinking went. Yet, as Lelith swallowed the last dregs of Avitus’ semen, she couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit of desire to be closer to this human. Only for a moment, though.

The Dark Eldar let out a giggle as she once against spun around on the acolyte’s chest and leaned in to bite his lower lip. “Tell me my pet...how was it? How did it feel to finally be allowed to cum after being denied for so long?”

“It was...I…” Avitus lacked the proper lexicon to describe his true feelings. He was flummoxed, torn between emotions and desires. He hated the fact he was being treated like a toy, but another part of him was loving every single moment of it. His sexual experiences and relationships prior to joining the Inquisition were...limited, but it was enough to compare to. Unlike those, this “arrangement” allowed him to completely relax, to completely give in to the sensations wracking his every fiber of being. He couldn’t do much else, after all, since each time thus far he’d been made to cum he had been completely bound up. It was severely intimate, in a way, to have to trust and rely on someone else in such a fashion.

In any case, the acolyte panted for a few more minutes while Lelith preened his hair and nuzzled against his face. Once he found his voice again, Avitus offered, almost dejectedly, “...I-It was incredible…” 

“You have no idea how happy that makes me...But we’re not done yet...not by a long shot…”

A yelp escaped Avitus’ lips as Lelith bit his cheek hard enough to pierce the skin. His blood staining her lips, the Dark Eldar pulled back and slid down off the table near the acolyte’s feet. After undoing the bonds holding the man’s legs to the table, Lelith flicked a few switches on the underside of the surface that caused everything below the human’s waist to return into the floor. As such, she was given free reign to take up his legs, one in each arm, and walk forward so as to press her crotch against his. 

“Now, my pet...You’re going to experience the flip-side to being denied. I believe you mon’keighs call it ‘milking?’”

Before Avitus could reply, his Mistress finally discarded her robe, revealing a stunning pair of black lingerie complete with garterbelt. Such eye-candy was only briefly enjoyed, however, as soon the man’s cock was enveloped by the Dark Eldar’s own yearning folds. It was again an emasculating experience: to be on the receiving end of what was the classic human missionary position, but Avitus was not about to start complaining. Far from it, in fact, as the vigorous thrusts from Lelith soon but erased all else from his mind.