>>58909639Aldith mused, his voice a low, grating sound. He knelt before her. Cynthia squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her terror. But she couldn’t block out the feeling.
His hands, clad in rough gloves, wrapped around her right. His grip was firm, possessive. He lifted her and Cynthia gasped at the vulnerability of the position, the stretch in her leg as he examined her. His thumb stroked the high arch, a slow, deliberate caress that felt intimate and deeply violating. “So soft,” he murmured, almost to himself. “So powerless.”
He brought her closer to his face. Cynthia shuddered, a full-body convulsion that was stifled by the Seviper’s relentless coils. She felt the warm puff of his breath against her sole, then the shocking, wet heat of his tongue as he dragged it in one long, languid stripe from her heel to the ball of her
“Ah! N-No…!” The protest was a weak gasp. The sensation was grotesque, a parody of worship. It wasn’t pleasurable; it was a branding, a claim. He licked again, more insistently, his probing between her toes, coating her skin in a film of that cooled rapidly in the air, making her feel even more exposed and defiled. He switched to her other repeating the process, his eyes locked on her face, drinking in every flinch, every strained whimper that escaped her lips. The act was less about any and more about absolute domination—reducing the region’s most powerful trainer to a set of bare, helpless he could demean as he pleased.
When he finally lowered her , a string of saliva still connecting his lip to her skin for a moment, he gave a nod to the Seviper. “Now. Consume your prize.”
The coils around her chest shifted. Not loosening, but repositioning. The great serpent’s head, which had been resting on her shoulder, now swung before her face.
