Your back arches as their finger slips inside of you. They've been teasing you for what feels like an eternity.

Faerie fires light the room. They left the blindfold off this time, explaining to you they wanted you to see every action they take.

The fire and licks and hungers, burning hot, sending a flush to your skin. Sweat beads on your skin as you lie anxious with anticipation.

I hear you whimper slightly as my finger brushes the side of your neck. You've been bound for a while. Every inch of you has been teased, tantalized, and explored, yet I persist. We had a special word for when you wanted me to stop, after all.

A full moon is barely visible through the canopy of the forest, leading to streaks of silvery white breaking the darkness.

You think you've lost them. You pause to catch your breath.

A hand brushes the nape of your neck.

And now you are out of breath. Utterly exhausted.

This Archfey has used you as their plaything, had their way with you. But it was a dialogue, not a monologue.

Your back arches and you let out a soft moan. Your vision is blackened from a blindfold, and your hearing is muffled, but you feel EVERYTHING.

"Try to escape, my pet," I purr into your ear - I love to watch my prey struggle to escape their bindings. All in good fun of course. In the end, you're glad to be caught.

Because when I bite...claw...mark...it's to make you MINE. And you want to be mine don't you?

Let me whisper what a good girl you are when you're bound to my whim, at my mercy. Let me feel the goosebumps on your skin as my fingertips lightly brush against you. Let me hear your ragged breathing as I give you my hand as a necklace.