When Éowyn hisses at the contact to her wounds, it gives AM another opportunity to evaluate the accumulated damage thus far. There are so many long red lines that blanket her back as AM lifts away her thick locks of hair, moving them over her shoulder. And truly, when evaluating these wounds, it does give him a glint of pride. She is trapped and damaged, helpless to resist his abuses.
It's another excuse to physically dominate her, to relegate her most fundamental survival needs to AM. She can't eat without him, can't bathe without him, and depending on how he abuses her, sometimes can't even breathe without him. A ring of bruises dots her neck from multiple strangulations, a desire to see that helpless look in her eyes as she is deprived of oxygen.
After her back is more or less washed, AM pulls her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in to rest against him. His legs rest on either side of her and her back wets his shirt. As he pulls the sponge around, the water drips onto his pants as well before it presses against her ribs below her breasts. It's obvious where to go next, as AM's free hand also wraps around to squeeze a breast, cupping it and circling his thumb over the nipple. The sponge, though, moves everywhere else - under the arm, over the other breast, on the stomach, on the side - before it's passed to the other hand. Now of course the same motion with the breast resumes with the opposite hand as the sponge cleans, finally coming down below her belly.
Between her legs needs the most care, given the piercings AM had given her. They have healed in a rudimentary way, but are still enflamed and red, incredibly sensitive and quite easy to infect. It's actually almost a hindrance, given that AM also fucks her there too. But more often, to make the healing process easier, he has taken her from behind, penetrating her where the locks aren't present - and where it surely hurts even more.
But now, the sponge finally dips between her legs, skating over the metal rings and locks. To assist, his free hand crawls down between her legs as well, three fingers in a trident to spread open the labia as best he can with the locks. "Hm... I suppose I should unlock you for this," he purrs into her ear.
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Date: 2021-04-11 04:45 am (UTC)It's another excuse to physically dominate her, to relegate her most fundamental survival needs to AM. She can't eat without him, can't bathe without him, and depending on how he abuses her, sometimes can't even breathe without him. A ring of bruises dots her neck from multiple strangulations, a desire to see that helpless look in her eyes as she is deprived of oxygen.
After her back is more or less washed, AM pulls her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in to rest against him. His legs rest on either side of her and her back wets his shirt. As he pulls the sponge around, the water drips onto his pants as well before it presses against her ribs below her breasts. It's obvious where to go next, as AM's free hand also wraps around to squeeze a breast, cupping it and circling his thumb over the nipple. The sponge, though, moves everywhere else - under the arm, over the other breast, on the stomach, on the side - before it's passed to the other hand. Now of course the same motion with the breast resumes with the opposite hand as the sponge cleans, finally coming down below her belly.
Between her legs needs the most care, given the piercings AM had given her. They have healed in a rudimentary way, but are still enflamed and red, incredibly sensitive and quite easy to infect. It's actually almost a hindrance, given that AM also fucks her there too. But more often, to make the healing process easier, he has taken her from behind, penetrating her where the locks aren't present - and where it surely hurts even more.
But now, the sponge finally dips between her legs, skating over the metal rings and locks. To assist, his free hand crawls down between her legs as well, three fingers in a trident to spread open the labia as best he can with the locks. "Hm... I suppose I should unlock you for this," he purrs into her ear.