The Sky Can Burn

TYKE

Currently, I'm playing officer, a role I have difficulty keeping up with, my true self constantly surfacing. Honestly, this stuff is kinda new to me.

I inhale, pixie dust spewing straight out of my nose, as I observe a goddess pleasure herself.

It's all for Fay, even though I can't deny the kick it procures...

She didn't ask for it, and that's the trick. I know she needs her officer whenever her moods go downhill. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't see it happen, how her mood slowly turned, morphing her light into darkness right in front of me. I don't know why it happens, or how to get Fay the help she needs; all I know is that I can help her, and I'm powerless not to.

I wasn't sure what to say the first time she told me what CNC roleplay was. Fay was on a rant, rambling about a guy who got what he wanted from her and never called b?—

I shut my eyes. Fuck, the patience she teaches me, it's barbaric.

We'd been seeing each other for a couple of months. Still, she took me off-guard when her little voice came out like a wild kitten's roar. "Insult me. Tie me up and call me a slut."

"Find someone else." I couldn't envision spitting 'slut' in her face. I just couldn't.

That's when I discovered a whole new side to this brat. Susceptibility. Followed a weekend cancellation and two emptied bottles of vodkaria...

She was playing the passive-aggressive card, and I suck at the game.

The second time this kink was brought up, she expressed how bad she felt for scrapping our arrangement and that she needed to be taught a lesson.

"You've got to scare me, Tyke. Make me feel your frustration and pain... I want it."

I remember sitting on my couch, gawking at her, mostly feeling coaxed. Standing in front of me, she tilted her head and crossed her arms. "It's called variety. Don't be afraid."

Afraid?

I caved.

The first attempt was a fiasco. I rang my own fucking doorbell. Fay flung it open and glared at me. Yeah, her eyes were bitter. "Who are you?"

I stared at her blankly. "It's me, Tyke."

There was a sag in her shoulders. "Officer?" she said snappishly, trying to salvage whatever she could.

It was bad, and it only got worse. I was holding Fay like she was made of pure water. That was me getting started.

"Is that what's in your blood?" Heck, I was green like a newborn leaf! But when she barked, "Orcs don't treat slaves kindly!" I pinched my lips, scratching my head as to how she knew so much, but that was before I discovered the bookworm she was. And when she went on her knees, purring, "Threaten me, force-feed me with your cum, slap me," I eventually got the gist.

She gave us a safe word. "Don't stop." Bloody hell...

From then on, I understood the entirety of her package leaflet. She wants to absolve herself in torture and pleasure, and I'm on it—but on my terms only.

It's hard to see and even tougher to breathe. I'm trapped in a cloud of particles tinting the air with red and gold.

Leaning above the kitchen island with one arm supporting me, I'm ensuring my slave applies my instructions to the letter—instructions I already regret having given. To touch herself until she feels she's about to climax, but is forbidden to.

Under me, shadows meddling with moonlight surf over her lavender skin as Fay arches and twists, veering, rubbing, and pushing fingers into herself. As much as I try, I fail to muscle up my emotional state. It's hard to focus on anything else buthermouth,herjerking lips, andthe spellofhertrance washing furiously overme.

And when "Tyke..." flows from Fay's mouth like water in a dream, my cock near-strains. She'd probably run away if she knew the forbidden urges currently raping my thoughts. I'm struggling with them, trying to keep a straight face, allowing only my eyes to smother her.

I force my attention on Fay's wings and try to keep it there. At every spasm, her wings pulse and glow. It's a matter of a second, like a febrile heart beating to her ecstasy. And the pixie dust they give off is freed each time they light up.

I keep blinking from thislovedust aggressing my eyes, trying to focus on this hexing woman who could easily be mistaken for a demon performing some satanic mating ritual.

Instinctively, I narrow my eyes on a speck dancing before me.It's everywhere...My vision expands at my thought, and a little cringe fills me. The sink is glittering orange, the couch shimmering red, the floor... The flat is blizzarding with glitter! I pinch the bridge of my nose. The room is saturated; the open-plan kitchen drowned, layers of sparkles on the cupboards, fridge's door... not one surface has been left untouched.

Donna's going to kill me.

It's as if a barrel of micro powder has exploded, and now they float eerily around us. It's at a concentration so intense my body is boiling with it. It's all over my skin, in my airways, blood, and the urge to ravage Fay is skinning my composure right down my middle.

"I want you to free me..." Again, that purr of hers, it worsens everything.

"Don't even think about it," I say coldly, shutting my eyes, the lump in my throat bungee jumping with every painful passing second.

As my grunt blows heavily toward my doom, my chin lowers. I don't dare look at her anymore. The lust I'm experiencing has reached a level too dangerous to control.

But my wimpy self can't stay like that forever.

I push myself, and fuck, does it require some mental effort to travel my eyes down my arm. I land it on my hand, soaking in Fay's love juice. And this very hand will stay there, flat on this island's counter, inches fromher irresistibledripping sex, right between her hungry thighs. It will stay there because, if I move it, I can't guarantee where it'll end up.

I can't take it anymore.I want to dig inside this fairy, multiply her cables, her coils, or whatever is twisting inside her, bend her over in all positions possible, stab her insides with my cock, and grind her meat to death.

My hand twitches, and my tusks slump downward. Fay's beautiful?—

Fingers...I'm stuck on her cunt like a sinner at the gates of heaven. In and out...Fuck, I can smell her arousal, and it's amplifying mine, my cock so badly aching.

A shiver washes over me, my now crossed arms spasming. I want to touch this succubus, lick those pearls of sweat running down her glinting breast, and drown in this liquid heat trapped between them.That body of hers...

This dirty cop thingis this fairy's way of telling me she wants me. The woman's asking me if she's worthy of me. And it blows my mind every single bloody time because, hell, she is. There's no need for us to pull this stunt—my word.

But I'm well aware her day had turned to fudge. The whole precinct was talking about it.

I was stuck in HR, getting roasted for having near-killed a colleague, Deon, but that's a different story... I only got to know what happened with Fay, much later from a message one of the team leaders sent, El Mahel, who probably wanted to make sure I hadn't been arrested—a bloody miracle now that I reflect on it. 'There's been an incident this morning. Fayra Jinksovan, the daughter of Chief Jinksovan, but I guess you know that, ticked off, blasting at the chief how you and her were together, amongst other things... Chief got showered with coffee, courtesy of his daughter. She had to be contained, Kir'elp, she was furious. That's not all, a dozen people were fired after slurs about his daughter came to his ears. Make yourself small, Lul Kurv. A friend's advice.'

I won't.

We won't.

Shlaatak... She's twisting, arching her damn back like I'm about to do the big spit on her.

I give her a smack to the clit and gruff out, "Be still, I said."

"Off—"

Once more, I go, the sound of my palm striking her pulp fucking the itch in my cock. "Keep your mouth shut, Fayra."

Her hips jump, her lips spritzing muted, harsh gasps like a bursting geyser.

I try keeping a death face while standing right in front of this act of open masturbation, degrading her with indifference.

But her craving blue stare flickers, gradually blurring as she yearns for me...

And her moans... her brain-numbing moans. They are searing my senses, hardly slaking my thirst, jazzing up my blood, stoning my ears red.

It's beyond me. I cannot think properly. I just can't.

"Officer, for the life of me..." she drawls, her voice begging.

"Keep going," I grumble coyly. Why do I indulge in this? Telling her to keep going when I'm on the verge of detonating!

Shit...I really need to take a step back. Believe me, anyone thinking I'm in control is wrong. Taking on this role feeds on unhealthy impulses I can hardly resist. And yet, watching Fay give herself everything has me walking on air somehow. And this thought alone is enough to make me go as far as Fay wishes me to go. I guess that makes me a masochist...

I made it to the window beam, approximately seven feet from her. That's how far I managed to distance myself.

"Ty-ke!" She's deeply sunk into her core while sucking her sloppy fingers like she can't do that!Argh... Crap.I crash my attention to the ground.Focus on the floor, don't look up.

It's too much. But even at my feet, I can't silence Fay's breathless vocals, nor stop this love-mush sound.

I nod to myself, trying to shake off some homicidal thoughts that keep... thrustingin me.Fay, for crying out loud.I'm seconds from ripping this stupid belt off and?—

"Bear..."

I look up.

I look up because I'm fucking weak.

"I beg you, bear..." My eyes are about to fall. Her legs are splaying wider than spread-out butterfly wings, amplifying this plunge I'm currently taking. And by Uran' Kular, it's nothing new. I keep falling, over and over, for her. It's like I'm stuck in an endless loop of love blitz!

Ark Kana Ti, I'll drink her dry!

As of now, I regret using this chastity belt. I'm so stretched out that I can't stand it.

"Fay" The key around my neck feels cold against my blazing chest, the heart underneath bubbling lava.

To hell with it! My hand dives down the leather belt and grips the lock firmly.

In one yank, the lock snaps, and I tear this torture instrument off and toss it away.

Now, with a firm grip on my pulsing trigger, I'm seconds from breaking Fay apart. And no matter how many strokes I give my cock, this unsatiated feeling doesn't go away, so I choke it harder, trying not to shoot out.

"Fay."

I catch her gaze, and I become a beast.

It's too late for her, and by the way her chest heaves, I think she knows it all too well. She even creeps back as I make my way to her.

Yes, Fay, I'm about to fuck you to the bone.