She ran her sharp nails up my waist, hips, and bra… That was when we both knew the bedsheets would need a second changing.
This was… Wrong, I could've just let her walk out, submit the evidence to Eirlys, and have my life return to its somewhat ordinary days. But of course, just like the hammer of justice, my lust was unending and unpredictable.
When I get to know Anshur personally by touch, and not of leather or steel, I realized that she was one of those people who never seek to receive any physical pleasure from flesh for herself.
She found joy, not just seeing me in pain, but seeing me feel any emotion and react to her stimulations in general… I've gathered this information after an extensive quarter hour of Anshur running her hands through every nook and crevice of my body… And I mean every, every part of my body that she could access without needing to remove me from my dress.
