TG Caption ~ Obsessive Heat(Bonus)

It came unexpectedly - almost too rapid for either Nate or Arona to understand what happened. And the woman took every bit of enjoyment in it, savoring the moment like her favourite cherry pie. Sitting in Nate’s apartment, right before his helpless body tied up to the bed, she could simply stare into his eyes with a wide smile held by the reddened cheeks of her pale as snow skin. Helpless, trembling, all covered in crimson hickeys and thin slap marks of her whip with bruises from previous unsuccessful attempts to tie him up properly… One kind of a sight. 

“W-What are you doing?! Who are you?!” Nate was screaming, but the woman’s heel right above his forehead was a clear indicator that he was supposed to remain silent. 

No answer from Arona, just the same dead stare while her fingers finally started working their way to Nate’s trembling lips, pushing one of them into his mouth gently. Ah, the scent of mint - she loved the way Nate was breathing and how his breath felt, a fresh feeling of clearance that was turning her on even more. At this point on, there was simply nothing about the guy that didn’t make her mind generate the images of Nate caressing and taking her body. His scared eyes, his trembling body… They were impossible to resist. Only now she started wondering how she didn’t snap when she was still a man. 

“Nate, you can’t imagine for how long I wanted… to make you mine,” she said in a raspy, threatening voice with an almost unnatural smirk over her lips.

He was so adorable when his eyes looked like they could sprout some tears at any given moment! It made Arona want to protect this puppy that always looked like a threatening dog to her. Yet he was much easier than that, and she did not complain, simply licking her lips before getting a taste of man’s delicate pecs and abs. Sweaty. Just like how she loves him. Just like in the obsessive dreams she had every single night. Though this time she won’t let herself get disappointed when reality crushes onto her - no, it was finally the right moment for her to make Nate her own, to claim this scared man as her property for everyone to know. 

“Mine…Mine…~” she whispered in a hungry tone, the drool almost leaking from her mouth as if she was some sort of wild animal. “MINE!!~”

Without any further hesitation, Arona brutally pinned Nate down on the bed, her porcelain-like pale body draped over his helpless form as he remained tied up, restrained, completely at her mercy like a broken toy. But she will fix him, and will make him understand what being loved to death is. Her lifeless eyes glinted with a manic craze as she drowned her dream boyfriend in another tight, saliva-filled kiss that sucked all the remaining powers out of him. She could sense small blows of wind coming from the window nearby, those tickling her already overly sensitive skin, prompting her to press closer to the man’s chest to get some “warmth”. 

Her skinny fingers traced the contours of Nate's trembling chest, relishing the slick sheen of perspiration coating his muscles, now under her complete control. Low in her throat, the moans were turning into a humming symphony, reverberating with the hunger clawing at her insides. In the depths of her unfocused gaze, deranged fantasies played out, each one grimier and more depraved than the last, all centering on the helpless male splayed out before her. Licking his body, the taste remained on her needy tongue for a few seconds as she slowly pushed his shorts down to grip the hard cock. 

“Look, and you mean to say that you don’t want this when you’re as hard as a rock? That’s my lovely man…~” Arona made sure to suck on her partner’s bottom lip with a fang-like nibble. 

“C-Calm down, girl..” Nate shook at the amount of “love” he was receiving, still not understanding that it was his job partner taking care of him like that. 

"Shhh... shush now, sweetling..." Arona sang mockingly, plugging Nate's protests with a cruel ram of fingers.

Up and down, up and down, the woman made sure to put some pressure into the “ok” sign that she formed with her thumb and index finger while stroking the man’s growing arousal. She could already see the juices flowing down, the sight worthy of making her heart beat so fast that she could sense the echo all around her needy body. Even though the situation was more than tense, Nate’s eyes slightly relaxed as he was slowly melting in the sea of passion and love with her. Upon seeing the way he finally let himself go, the smirk on the woman’s face turned warm, melting with his consent. 

“That’s a good boy…~” Arona caressed his face with her palm as she let the ropes go off, freeing Nate as such. 

Nate shuddered, arched into Arona's caress, his punished flesh tingling and alive under the sensual glide of her palm against his flushed skin. The pressure of her finger and thumb encircling his manhood persisted, pumping languidly, stoking the fiery embers of his reluctant arousal. Each upward and downward undulation sent spasmed jolts of traitorous pleasure lancing through him, his vulnerable body slowly succumbing to her skillful ministrations.

A moan tumbled past Arona's lips, a stunned gasp of awe and arousal. She propped up on trembling arms, black eyes eating up the landscape of Nate's arched form. His showered sheen reflexively smoothed out, muscles straining beneath taut skin that begged to be tasted again. Her breath skewed into ragged gasps. She needed to clench her thighs to conceal her own urgent throb, desire mounting as Nate's surrender stoked the voluptuous curves threatening to consume them both. 

And he finally gave her what she wanted, gripping her waist tight and setting her up on his thick spear that pierced through her insides as he pulled her slingshot bikini to side, only for her perfectly shaved pussy to reveal itself at once, a sandwich with sauce that was already dripping and staining the sheets beneath. 

“Oh! Yes! Show that YOU ARE MI-NEEEEEEEE!~” 

Before Arona finally got any opportunity to triumphantly exclaim that the man now belonged to her in all his entirety, her voice broke in a gasp. All that thanks to the way Nate started roughly pushing himself in, stretching her body from inside and splattering the neverending juices everywhere. Intense, fast, rough! Exactly how she dreamt about him fucking her crazy all that time while taking the cursed pills. But it didn’t matter anymore, her wishful horny fantasies became a chromatic reality, causing her body to shiver from each pound and push - it’s as if Nate was playing ping-pong with her wet pussy lips with each thrust turning into more of a rapid slap of flesh slamming together.

A thunderous roar escaped Arona's throat, a primal shriek of ecstasy as Nate was sending bolts inside her, his veiny penis cleaving through tender folds as if laying claim to her very core. Her empty eyes rolled back in bliss, unfocused, hallucinating the depraved delights of their coupling reflected in the warped mirror of her lust-crazed mind. Arona's tight, dripping captivity clenched and fluttered around Nate's pistoning member, slick walls gripping and suckling greedily as if to pull him ever deeper into her welcoming obsessive heat.

Each powerful, relentless thrust sent scorching ripples through her body, making her pert breasts bounce and quake atop her chest. Arona gripped Nate's shoulders, clawing at his sweat-slicked skin, riding the rollercoaster of sensations threatening to unravel her sanity. Obscene wet sounds of their carnal union echoed through the room, punctuated by the lewd slap of flesh cleaving flesh. She could feel her plush ass cheeks clenching from the touch and her breasts bouncing chaotically as asymmetry took over. 

Obsession and madness flickered in Arona's crazed eyes as she gazed upon the man who had so thoroughly ensnared her, now so perfectly ensnared by her in turn. She reveled in the utterly debauched sight of their coupling, the way her bikini bottom had been shoved carelessly aside, and her dripping essence matted insult to the sheets below. This was no longer a fantasy, but a vivid, sweat-soaked reality - the man of her fractured dreams finally, utterly, inescapably hers.

Nate was hers now. And they both knew it. No one will dare to come to her dear. No one. 

The pills left a weird aftertaste in Arona’s mouth. She was now standing by the counter, her clothes being as revealing as always - her wardrobe was as exposed as it gets. But she didn’t mind it. As long as Nate will stay with her and be her boyfriend, she will do anything for him. And if he ever dares to disobey her, she knows she will end up putting a collar on him while pushing the leash hard enough to leave the bruises aside from the slap stains of her whip. 

But she would never do that for someone she didn’t love. At the end of the day, it was her special way of… showing affection that the pills gave her. Just like in these overly dramatic romance novels where her knowledge comes from.