Editing Hil'ardil (section)

=== Part A ===
:“Release me you corrupted whore!” Fineath commanded. Hil’ardil smirked and chuckled again. “Not a chance.” With that she got down on her knees, so she could get level with the part of the male that held her attention the most. She kissed softly up and down the currently flaccid length, her mind hot with desire and anticipation. Fineath bit his lip softly, blocking the thought of pleasure from his mind. “Stop!” He shouted again, his legs trying to rise up to kick at Hil’ardil. She smirked and grabbed his thighs firmly, her daemonic strength making it difficult for the powerful warrior to move his legs even an inch.

:Hil’ardil found it surprisingly easy to get Fineath’s above average shaft rigid. It was easy to get the body to betray the mind. Now to get the mind to betray itself… That’s what she wanted. Hil’ardil wrapped her lips around the tip of the Eldar’s shaft, suckling softly with a light whoreish groan. Fineath let out a grunt as he tried to put his mind as far away from this situation as he could, but she didn’t make it easy on him.  

:She slowly lowered her head, drawing out another grunt from her bound subject as she took every bit of him into her mouth. She grinned to herself. After all, it was just a matter of time. With her tongue pressed firmly up against the underside of the warm meat she began bobbing slowly and deliberately. Fineath began struggling again, but was completely unable to change his position. He kept his mouth closed, afraid to let out a moan on accident.

:Hil’ardil groaned more as she worked Fineath’s shaft, the vibrations from her throat reverberating down the solid appendage. Fineath leaned his head back as he continued to refuse the thought of receiving satisfaction from this perversion of his leader. Hil’ardil kept at him, his body unable to reject what his mind did. It did feel good. Oh GOD it felt good, but he wouldn’t accept it, he refused it, and Hil’ardil wasn’t about to give up: breaking the will was one of the most fun parts.

:Her tongue shifted around and licked at his shaft as she bobbed faster, trying to draw the stubborn Eldar closer and closer to his pinnacle of pleasure. Fineath’s mind was strong, but unfortunately that’s not the only thing that mattered. His body reacted naturally to the attentions, sending more and more waves of pleasure to crash against his consciousness. 

:It built quickly, each second bringing him closer and closer. He growled and struggled again, but she shifted as well, her tongue tickling in just the right spots to bring out more feelings of delight. He refused it, but it was still coming. He couldn’t stop it, but he could refuse to enjoy it. He even let out a tiny stifled moan as she sucked firmer and rolled her tongue more against him. Just when he thought he was about to his peak, he clenched his eyes and braced mind… but he felt her pull off.

:Hil’ardil grinned up at him, licking her lips as she stood back up, leaving the wetted shaft hanging in the air. He panted softly, glaring at her. She knew she could take her time. She was going to work him up, over and over, always stopping one step short of the finish line. She wasn’t going to let him orgasm until she knew she had broken him.