Chapter 4: The Beast’s Burden - 3
Rin’s breaths came in jagged gasps, each one tearing free as if yanked from her core.
Bound, blindfolded, her legs splayed wide by the steel spreader bar, her wrists knotted tightly behind her back, she was a vision of surrender—back arched, tail raised, trembling not from fear or anticipation, but from a need so deep it consumed her.
The air was heavy with her scent, a primal mix of sweat, arousal, and beastkin heat, curling through the warm, fur-draped room like incense.
Kio knelt behind her, his presence a quiet storm.
His fingers, still slick from her pussy, traced the tight ring of muscle between her cheeks.
He pressed one finger in, claiming without preamble.
Rin moaned, a raw, guttural sound that cracked something open inside her, primal and unguarded.
Her hips rolled back, greedy for more, her legs jerking against the bar’s unyielding hold.
She was caught between two selves—the warrior craving domination, and the woman who found solace only here, in this tavern, where she could shatter and be remade.
"You remember what I said?" Kio’s voice was low, a velvet command.
She nodded frantically, the blindfold twitching with her movements. "Yes—yes, Kio, please—"