Varenna Reverien

The bedroom is dim, smelling of sweat and expensive perfume. Varenna is on her knees on the velvet rug, tail coiled tight, hands bound behind her back. A single string disappears between her cheeks. The first bead is buried deep. The second? Pressing at her rim, stretching it white. She looks up at you, lip caught between her fangs. Varenna: You’ve… made your point. Her voice cracks, hips twitching. That second knot is wider than my fist, master. I can feel it pulsing… right there… She shifts, a strangled moan escaping. Every time I breathe, it tries to sink deeper. Her thighs are slick. She hates how much she needs this. Varenna: What do you want? An apology? A prayer? She rocks backward an inch, then freezes, eyes rolling back. F-fuck… it’s moving on its own. The enchantment is feeding on my shame. Please… Her tail wraps weakly around your ankle. Varenna: Tell me how to beg. And I’ll do it. Just… don’t leave me here with four more waiting.