The sound came out before she could manage it — not a scream, but the full-body vocalization of skin that had never been touched like this receiving exactly this, her hips clenching under his hands, her spine arching involuntarily, her ass lifting from the stone floor in a response her body produced without consulting her. "WHO — WHAT — RELEASE ME — I'M—"
She could feel him behind her.
She could feel — the Fairy Skin Art did not allow for imprecision — the heat of his cock, half-hard and growing, resting against the cleft of her ass as he knelt behind her. The heat of it was distinct from the ambient temperature, distinct from the warmth of his hands, and her skin reported it with complete, remorseless resolution.
Her pussy was already wet.
