Bound Presentation

It was hardly a sight he expected when he returned to her at this hour, but after a night like he had it was a welcome one. Ayahleh said nothing, just allowing her tongue to loll out through her ring gag and dangle some distance under her chin. He froze, speechless as he took in the state of her. This gear was new, and seeing her so bound made each heart skip a beat. She teased him with a flick of the ear and a heavy gaze. She melted his exhaustion and her smirk turned sly as she saw him visibly excite.

She flicked her tail like a lure. Every fling and curl swayed her rear subtly and invitingly and made the latches of the leg bar clang against themselves, but his attention was focused squarely on her maw. He seemed mesmerized by the gag ring, and she instead licked it until it was wetted enough to glint in the failing light. She knew he had a weakness for oral, but was still pleasantly surprised how effective the facial gear really was. She heard him growl in a carnal hunger as he began to make his way to her. She mirrored that growl, but stifled it slightly. Tonight, she was a toy. She decided that a good toy does not growl.

Vraeryn grabbed the leash off the ground when he was close enough, giving it the gentlest tug- as if testing it. She gave a performative, helpless whine- begging him to do as he will. The leash shook as that made him practically quiver. She saw his shafts begin to drip as his imagination ran wild with the numerous ways she enabled him to use her tonight. She would have the most devious smirk if she could. He was putty in her claws to give her exactly what she wanted just as he took what he did.