lotor and allura are fuckin and while spacing out from pleasure he bites her. Hard
allura honestly loves the feeling so much but he didnt ask permission and we cant have that right?
he obediently opens his mouth for a gag. too bad it will muffle his moans when they continue
Allura shivers with pleasure at the teeth sinking into her flesh. Her hips drop down and grind on the girth filling her up. Lotor makes a sound of discontent, needily trying to thrust up into her, but she keeps him pinned to the bed below them. Gripping his hair in both fists she steadily pulls him away from her neck.
He gazes up at her, eyes glassy and chest heaving with effort. His mind floated somewhere far from his body, leaving him nothing but a shell of aching desire. Perhaps she had pushed him a little too far today, but he needed to learn. Obedience, patience, and submission were not his strong suit.
“As nice as that was,” Allura purred. “You didn’t ask for permission. We can’t have that, can we?”
For once, Lotor didn’t even try to argue or sweet talk his way out of it. He just shook his head as best he could, looking at her as if awaiting his fate. She smiled at him. He was learning.
Leaning over to the side, she retrieved the gag from her Box of Useful Items. They had used all of them during his training. Lotor had been so stubborn at first, but Allura was relentless. Eventually, she had managed to make him crack. The difference in his demeanor was noticeable. He was much more relaxed now and didn’t always seek to win every argument. It was a pleasant change.
Holding the gag up between them, Allura raised her eyebrows at him. Lotor obediently opened his mouth without any further directions needed. Allura smiled down at him with affection as she pressed the ball between his teeth and slid long fingers down the straps to latch it into place at the base of his skull.
“Such a good boy for me,” Allura cooed.
Lotor’s eyelashes fluttered and a muffled noise escaped around the edges of the gag. Pity that it would hold back those tiny sounds she so loved to hear. No matter, she would just have to make him scream so she could hear him better.
Allura clenched her inner muscles and Lotor sucked in a sharp breath, his hips shifting and grinding on her still immobile hips. “There, there…” Allura cupped his face and dropped a soft kiss on his forehead. “If you can continue to be good for me, maybe I’ll take that out before you leave this room.”
She could see it in his eyes, the thought of the others seeing him so uncompromisingly submissive to her. It brought back some clarity that the fog of his headspace had taken from him. He both wanted and feared it. The sight of that sent a thrill up her spine.
Lifting her hips, she sank back down on him, sighing in pleasure at the feeling of being filled up so perfectly. The galra certainly had their perks. Or, at least, Lotor did.
“Two more rounds and you get a chance at release. Would you like that?”
Lotor’s eyes fluttered closed and he moaned into the gag, his fingers gripping her thighs tight before forcing themselves to relax. After all, he hadn’t asked if he could leave bruises this time. He couldn’t ask, not anymore. That was his punishment for breaking the rule: no longer being able to request anything, being reliant on Allura’s will and charity.
“Good boy,” Allura whispered as she set up a pace that pleased her most.