The rope netting dug uncomfortably into Ashram’s tough skin, restricting his movement down to a mere pathetic wiggle. However, the restraints were the least of his worries. Kalina was staring down at him giving him that look. The expressions that flickered across the sharp features of her face were of an unknown nature Ashram never knew she had in her. After holding dominance of their kismessitude for so long, he supposed consequences such as this were inevitable.
He never expected it to be this extreme, though. She pressed her hips down against his and leaned down to scrutinize every little detail of his horrified face. From such a close distance, Ashram was able to smell the unexpected freshness of her breath and examine the surprising lack of glitter adorning her face. Though he never thought of it as a possibility, he could tell that she was so very sober. In previous conversations, she had mentioned her irrational fear of her “sober self” and he couldn’t help but wonder what circumstances caused bear such negative feelings towards sobriety.
Seeing her like this helped him understand more clearly. Her eyes were filled with an unfamiliar fiery intensity that burned him to his very core. She was far more stable, focused, and intelligent in this state of mind. If he wasn’t the chosen target for her little escapades, he would have been rather impressed with her talents.
Kalina allowed her gaze to wander along his form, examining every detail of his body while carefully calculating her next move. She would have to carry out her actions through the netting until he finally complied with her. It would be a difficult task, but she was positive she could force him to bend to her will.
She leaned down and latched onto his neck, biting down with great force while ignoring his muffled protests. She broke the rough ashen skin with ease, sampling a taste of his blue blood as it ran down his neck. Something close to a moan and a low growl vibrated at the back of his throat and his body jerked upward in vain attempts to throw her off. Kalina sat up, laughing loudly as she licked the blood off her lips, savoring the bittersweet flavor.
"If you start behaving, I’ll consider freeing you from these ropes." She stated in a mocking tone.
If Ashram’s eyes got any wider, they would have possibly popped out of his head. His breath was erratic and his body writhed violently underneath her. As much as he hated to admit it, he would have to obey if he ever wanted to get out of there. When she began trailing hard bites down his torso and digging her claws into his side, he stilled in his movements, focusing his attention on anything but her.
It was painfully hard to ignore her actions. The way she abused him sent warm tingles down his spine despite the way his mind adamantly despised her touch. His breath hitched when her mouth reached the area above his pants line. He sincerely hoped she was going to go any further. Unfortunately, he knew her well enough to know that she had no plans to stop anytime soon.
Kalina pulled at his pants through the restraints, successfully freeing his member after a bit of tugging here and there. She wrapped her slender fingers around him, eliciting a reflexive moan from the back of Ashram’s throat. She laughed, low and devious as she continued to play with him. His body writhed with her movements, hips arching into her touch.
After several long moments of tortuously slow movements, Kalina finally opted to reward Ashram by enveloping the head with her lips and teasing the tip with a flick of her tongue. Ashram’s head fell back as his breath grew heavy. Even with the amount of times he’s chastised her about her habits, she was exceptionally good at what she does. With each movement of her tongue, surges of warmth and electricity spiked through his body. Despite how much he despised this, he was enjoying himself.
As Kalina moved lower, taking his member more into her mouth, his hips bucked upward. At first, he was expecting to relish the act of causing her some type of displeasure but she took the motion like a pro. She barely even flinched as she pressed her nose against his pelvis. As she rose, Ashram tensed and groaned, clawing at the ropes binding his hands underneath his back. The way she worked at him so hungrily drew every breath from his lips and rendered him weak and pathetic. He writhed with each rise and fall of her head, gasped whenever her tongue trailed circles around his head, and let out loud, hearty moans as she tightened the grip of her lips around him.
She continued to bob her head rhythmically until she was finally satisfied and pulled away with a loud pop. Ashram sighed in surprising annoyance, feeling a strange lack of stimulation when she stopped. She licked her lips with a grin, examining the flushed expression playing across Ashram’s face. At this point, it was apparent that he had already succumbed to the heat of the moment. She crawled back over him and sat up long enough to shimmy off her shorts and underwear all while keeping a close eye on his movement between her legs.
Just as she rested her hands against his hips and began to lower herself onto him, he managed to wrestle his arms free from behind. His hands shot out and gripped her legs hard, breaking the skin almost immediately. His movement was still strained and he couldn’t lift his hands high enough to remove the rope that kept his mouth gagged but he figured this would have to do for now. The hiss that slipped through her teeth as he scratched at her legs was positively delicious. Though he was giving in, he wasn’t planning on going down without a fight.
It took a short second for Kalina to recover from the way her body locked up when Ashram took the initiative to grab onto her but soon enough, she pressed her hips down against his with renewed vigor. She rested her hands against his hips before beginning to rock her body atop him, breath warm and heavy. Ashram continued to claw up and down her legs, drawing blood where he could and causing her olive green blood to trail down her ashen skin and pool around Ashram’s legs, staining the leaves on the ground beneath them.
He bucked his hips upward to meet with her movements, panting as he struggled to watch the bleary expression on Kalina’s face. She was enjoying herself but he could still see that she was thinking about something, maybe even still planning something. He questioned what she could even do after this. Wasn’t this her plan the whole time? Eventually, his thoughts fell to the wayside as his mind gradually clouded over from the pleasure.
Kalina dropped down above Ashram, resting her palms on either side of Ashram’s head while lost both in the moment and in thought. Ashram was surprisingly good despite his irrational fear of social interactions. She would probably be willing to do this again if it didn’t take so much effort to smoke him out of his hive. Her thoughts continued to flicker back and forth between the hazy look on Ashram’s face and what she should do after this was all done and over with until she finally decided that she would come up with something on the fly. Being sober meant her thought process was far more efficient than before.
Now that Kalina had moved herself within closer range, Ashram could latch his claws onto her torso with considerable ease. He pulled her body flush against his, hands trailing down to grip her ass as he arched his body upward to thrust roughly up into her. Kalina dug her fingers into the soil, nearly screaming as Ashram picked up his pace. In keeping her promise, she pulled the rope that kept Ashram silent for so long from his mouth. Before he could say anything about the situation, she swooped in for a kiss, pressing her lips to his with great force and nibbling on his bottom lip to force his mouth open. The kiss was heavy and noisy for they moaned against each others’ lips, volume rising as they inched their way closer to climax.
There was no time to grab a bucket, nor was there really any time to care. There was no use in worrying about making a mess laying outside they way they were. Instead they continued without a second thought, movements becoming erratic as a great heat began building up in their stomachs. Ashram’s body spasmed underneath Kalina as he finally came, movements slowing down as he rode out the orgasm. Kalina followed suit, teeth clamping down on his lip as she tensed and relaxed shortly after.
They stayed as they were for some time, catching their breath and recuperating before speaking.
"I’ll kill you." Ashram hissed, breathless and sore from the exertion.
Kalina just laughed and stood, pulling her shorts back on before fixing Ashram’s pants out of some strange notion of courtesy. “Yeah. We’ll see about that.” She quipped before jerking him up using the rope that still held him down. Now that she was no longer holding the netting to restrict his movements, it hung loosely around his body. It wouldn’t take long for him to shed himself of the pesky trap.
"What’s going to keep me from exacting my revenge once I get out of here?" Ashram dared to ask as he wriggled out of the afore mentioned net. By now, Kalina had already turned her back to him and began walking away in the direction of her hive.
"Nothing." She replied with a dismissive wave over her shoulder. "Except for the distance I’m about to put between you and I." For a moment, she stopped to turn and grin at him with an air of confidence that was different from anything Ashram had seen about her before. "And we both know you wouldn’t dare chase after me." She finished in a taunting, almost challenging tone before breaking out in a run.
Ashram grit his teeth as he watched her go. She was right. He wouldn’t chase after her. From what he could see, she was a faster runner and he didn’t have it in him to brave unfamiliar territory in the name of vengeance. Not yet, at least. He turned back towards his hive, seething. He would pay her back tenfold for this and make her regret ever stepping foot in his hive.
Kalina was successful in getting what she had always wanted from him: Ashram was finally beginning to take their kismessitude seriously.