[F4A] Just a little longer.

“Just a little longer,” I told you with a delightful giggle for the umpteenth time as I let the sensations that wrapped around your throbbing cock fall away again, only a creamy river of tears coming from the unrelieved soldier’s helm left in my wake. That and the pathetic whimpers emanating through the linen blocking your mouth. A muffled beg, probably something about how it was unfair or how it had been hours since I started and you were yet to cum.

“Oh, hush,” I ordered, stepping around with a hand on your cheek. Not to soothe you in any way, but to paint it once more with your own juices. “You should be grateful I’m even touching you like this,” I continued, smearing the sludge over your eyes with my fingers, grinning ever so cruelly. It was always so much fun, having you splayed out and tied to the edges of the table for my amusement, unable to move and completely helpless. It wasn’t like you weren’t willing or anything, so far you hadn’t even tried to use the safewords we’d discussed.

Before your pulsating and purple soldier was allowed to shrivel up in misery, a finger - nail first- dug into the flesh to draw the member to full attention and saluting once more. Followed by the unstoppable whimper as you registered the pain. “Poor little baby, all you wants to do is cum,” I teased in condescension, speaking to as if you were a child.

“Just a little longer,” I repeated with glee, dragging the tip along, pulling skin with it as I rode down the slit and scraped up more of the battered soldier’s tears. “Just a little longer~.” I added in a singsong voice, scaling down the other side of the vein-stricken skin.

“You wouldn’t want to displease your Mistress by cutting her fun short would you?” I asked innocently in response to your whimper, giving you a pained look as if you’d betrayed me. The mask fell away as you nodded, the serpent rearing its face with the devilish smirk it was famed for.

“Good, because I want you to wait,” I could feel the groan in the air as I paused.

“Just.” I playfully flicked the side of your cock, setting it into an oscillating motion, letting it sway back and forth.

“A.” My hand came down to grip the aching member by the base, giving it a forceful squeeze.

“Little.” The free hand joined, gathering your balls in preparation for more milking.

“Longer.” I finished, one hand squashing your delicate twins as the other yanked upwards to milk out a few more tears.

Prompt Status: Closed

Side Note: The A is not a mistake, you may play a lady with a cock or futanari.

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