He increased the speed of his hand inside her, the sound of his fingers slapping against her clitoris and the walls of her vagina becoming a frantic, wet rhythm.
Splat... schlick... splat...
"You're losing it, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice dripping with sadistic glee as he watched her eyes roll back in her head. "The great Ignivara is turning into a drooling, foaming mess."
"A mindless, beautiful bitch who can't even remember how to breathe without me letting her!"
"Nnngh... aaaah... haaa..." Her cries were no longer coherent words.
They were just raw, guttural sounds of a soul being stripped bare. Every time she tried to pull her consciousness back to the surface, he would squeeze her throat harder or thrust his fingers deeper, dragging her back down into the delicious, agonizing abyss of sensation.
She was on the precipice. The warrior was almost gone, replaced by a creature of pure, unadulterated reaction.
