Rin's breaths came in jagged gasps, each one tearing free as if yanked from her core.
Bound, blindfolded, her legs splayed wide by the steel spreader bar, her wrists knotted tightly behind her back, she was a vision of surrender—back arched, tail raised, trembling not from fear or anticipation, but from a need so deep it consumed her.
The air was heavy with her scent, a primal mix of sweat, arousal, and beastkin heat, curling through the warm, fur-draped room like incense.
Kio knelt behind her, his presence a quiet storm.
His fingers, still slick from her pussy, traced the tight ring of muscle between her cheeks.
He pressed one finger in, claiming without preamble.
Rin moaned, a raw, guttural sound that cracked something open inside her, primal and unguarded.
Her hips rolled back, greedy for more, her legs jerking against the bar's unyielding hold.
She was caught between two selves—the warrior craving domination, and the woman who found solace only here, in this tavern, where she could shatter and be remade.
"You remember what I said?" Kio's voice was low, a velvet command.
She nodded frantically, the blindfold twitching with her movements. "Yes—yes, Kio, please—"
He added a second finger, twisting slowly, stretching her with a patience that bordered on cruelty.
Her thighs quaked, her moan rising into a desperate keen. "I won't—I'll try, I promise, I—fuck—"
He withdrew his fingers, leaving her empty.
She whimpered, a soft, broken sound that hung in the air.
Then she felt him—the heat of his cock, slicked and thick, pressing against her asshole.
Her body trembled harder, hips grinding back instinctively, chasing the fullness she craved.
"Say it," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
"I want you to fuck my ass," she rasped, voice hoarse with hunger. "Please, Kio. Use me. Break me. Fill me. Please…"
He thrust forward, slow and relentless, splitting her inch by inch.
His hand gripped her hip, steadying her as her muscles clenched, then yielded, drawing a high, gasping cry from her throat.
She didn't come, though her body screamed for it, every nerve alight with the stretch, the pressure, the exquisite invasion.
He bottomed out, pausing to let her feel him—fully seated, unyielding, a presence that filled her in ways no other could.
Then he pulled back and began to fuck her, each thrust slow, deep, controlled, a rhythm that owned her as much as his hands did.
Her moans grew louder, filthier, spilling from her like a dam breaking.
"Please, more—harder—fuck me like a bitch, I'm yours, I'm—Kio—!" She was babbling, sweat slicking her skin, her body unraveling with every slap of his hips against her ass.
He reached beneath her, his fingers finding her clit, and tapped it—once, light as a spark.
Rin came with a scream, her body convulsing.
Her legs buckled, the spreader bar holding her upright as her arms strained against the ropes.
Her pussy clenched around nothing, her ass tightening around him like a vice, drawing out her climax in shuddering waves.
She collapsed into the furs, sobbing, gasping, her tail twitching helplessly.
Kio didn't stop.
He fucked her through her orgasm, each thrust prolonging her unraveling, her moans dissolving into wordless, primal sounds.
When he finally spilled inside her, deep and slow, she was beyond speech, her face buried in the bed, her body trembling with aftershocks.
He pulled out gently, her whimper soft and plaintive.
Kneeling beside her, he untied her wrists, the ropes falling away to reveal faint red marks.
He removed the blindfold, letting it slide to the floor.
Rin didn't move, her face pressed into the furs, her breaths ragged but slowing.
The room was quiet now, save for the distant patter of rain against the tavern's roof and the faint crackle of the hearth in the main hall.
Kio's hand found her back, stroking slow, grounding circles over her sweat-damp skin.
She exhaled, a shudder running through her, but she didn't pull away.
After a long pause, her voice came, soft and raw: "…Thank you."
Kio said nothing, his touch steady, his silence a balm. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck, his lips warm against her cooling skin.
Rin turned her head, a half-smile curving her lips, her golden eyes heavy but bright.
"I'm still not leaving tomorrow."
"I know," he murmured, his hand resting at the base of her tail, a quiet claim that made her shiver.
She closed her eyes, her body sinking deeper into the furs, and for the first time in days, she looked at peace.