Rin's door stood ajar, a sliver of candlelight spilling into the hall.
The air inside was thick with the musk of sweat, steel, and the sharp, primal heat of beastkin desire, lingering like embers in a dying fire.
The room was simple but warm: a wide bed draped in furs, a sturdy wooden beam overhead fitted with iron rings, and a small table holding a basin, folded towels, and a leather case.
Rin stood naked in the center, a statue of scars and strength.
Her dark gray hair was pulled back into a rough tail, exposing the taut lines of her neck.
Her fists clenched at her sides, nostrils flaring, breasts rising with each slow, anticipating breath.
Her nipples were hard, her tail twitching in short, impatient arcs, betraying the need she refused to voice.
Her thighs glistened, slick with anticipation, though her hands hadn't strayed to touch herself.
Kio stepped inside, closing the door with a soft click that echoed like a promise.
He set the leather case on the bed and opened it without a word.
Inside: coils of soft black rope, a long silk blindfold, a polished steel spreader bar, and a thin wooden rod, its tip smoothed to a delicate point for precision.
Rin's golden eyes tracked him from the corner, her body shifting—hips tilting, tail flicking—as if already straining toward his touch.
She didn't speak.
Neither did he.
He moved behind her, silent as a shadow, and trailed his fingertips down the ridges of her spine, light enough to raise gooseflesh.
Her breath hitched, a low, shuddering exhale.
"About time," she muttered, voice rough with need.
"Speak again," Kio said, his tone smooth but edged with ice, "and you'll wait another hour."
Rin's body trembled, her jaw locking tight.
She obeyed, but her tail lashed once, defiant.
Kio lifted the blindfold, its silk cool and heavy in his hands.
He stepped close, his chest brushing her back, and tied it over her eyes, knotting it firmly.
The fabric settled over her eyes, stealing her sight but sharpening every other sense—the creak of the floor, the warmth of his breath, the faint scent of leather and clove oil on his skin.
He took her wrists, guiding them behind her back with neither haste nor gentleness.
The rope came next, soft but unyielding, looping twice around her wrists before he tied a single, tight knot.
Her breath caught, a soft gasp that betrayed her composure.
Kneeling behind her, Kio nudged her legs apart, his hands steady on her thighs.
He fastened the spreader bar between her ankles, locking her open, vulnerable.
When he stood, he stepped back to take her in.
She was exquisite—tense, still, a warrior stripped bare.
Her muscles strained against the bindings, her skin flushed, her arousal dripping slowly to the floorboards.
Her ears twitched, straining for any sound, every nerve alight with anticipation.
He let her wait.
Thirty seconds.
A minute.
Two.
The silence was its own torment, her breaths growing shallow, her tail flicking faster.
Then, a single tap of the wooden rod against her clit—light, precise, a spark of sensation.
Rin moaned, loud and unrestrained, her hips jerking forward.
He struck again, slower, dragging the rod's tip from her slick folds to the tight rim of her asshole.
Her gasp was sharp, her head shaking as if to clear the haze.
"You—"
"Did I say you could speak?"
She whimpered, biting her lip, her body trembling against the bar.
Another stroke, this time circling her entrance, teasing without penetrating, the wood now slick with her need.
Then he leaned in, his tongue flicking her nipple—once, quick, a jolt of heat.
Her moan deepened, her hips grinding against empty air, desperate for more.
"You're dripping on the floor," Kio murmured, his voice a low growl against her ear.
"Y-your fault," she panted, defiance fraying at the edges.
"No. Just a needy little mercenary who hasn't had her ass fucked in weeks."
Her tail whipped, a single, sharp motion, and a low growl rumbled in her throat.
He tapped the rod against her rim again, harder this time.
She bucked, a cry tearing from her lips, her knees quaking against the bar's restraint.
"Please," she whispered, the word raw, unguarded.
Kio set the rod aside, stepping behind her.
His cock pressed against her lower back, hard and unyielding, a promise of what was to come.
Rin leaned into him, her bound hands straining to touch, as if she could pull him inside her through sheer will.
"Kio," she breathed, voice thick with hunger. "Use me."
He reached between her thighs, sliding two fingers into her pussy, her wet heat trembling around him.
She gasped, her body arching, but he didn't fuck her. Not yet.
Leaning close, his lips brushed her ear. "You're taking me in your ass tonight," he whispered. "And you won't come until I say."
Rin's moan was primal, a beast in heat, her body surrendering to the command.
Kio's hand moved to her hip, steadying her, as he began to claim her, every motion a step deeper into the dark, intoxicating rhythm of their shared need.