The amber sunlight had bled into a bruised purple twilight, casting long, predatory shadows over the ironwood desk where the Assistant of Clan Leader of the city's greatest hall had fully transitioned into her Lord's most dedicated vessel.
Gack. Glugh.
She hit the "wall" of her throat, her eyes widening as her body's natural reflexes fought the intrusion. She gagged on purpose, her throat muscles clamping down on him in a series of tight, wet spasms.
Shlick, shlick, shlick.
That sent a jolt of electric pleasure through Shen Yu's frame. She held it there, letting him feel the frantic, rhythmic pulsing of her internal muscles as she struggled to breathe through her nose, her brown eyes watering and fixed on his face in a look of absolute, terrifying submission.
Shen Yu's breathing turned into a wrecked, guttural growl. "Grrr... You... you're doing this on purpose," he choked out, his fingers knotting into her dark hair with a bruising intensity. "You're a wicked, brilliant woman."
