Editing Hesperax's Pet (section)

==Chapter Three==
As the mon’keigh started manhandling his meat, Lelith had to bite her lower lip to prevent herself from laughing. It was almost cute how determined he was trying to get his package ready for delivery, but she didn’t feel like mocking him. Instead, the Dark Eldar walked over beside the door and open up a hidden panel there. Inside was a wide array of instruments of sexual pleasure and torture, along with a few switches which would mold the room to her liking. Grinning, she flicked a few switches before removing a length of rope and turning back to Avitus.

Absorbed in his task, the acolyte leapt in surprise as the sound of metal scrapping against itself briefly met his ears.
 
“Calm down. It’s only the hooks lowering,” whispered Lelith, slowly walking back over to him.

“H-Hooks?”

“Mhm, for this.” She offered out the bit of rope, then glanced down at his mostly hardened member. “Is that the *best* you can do? Pathetic…” Placing the rope on the floor, Lelith pushed Avitus back into the chair and kneeled down between his legs. “…Want something done right…have to do it yourself…”

Not giving her toy a chance to react, she slid her hands along his thighs and began to breathe across his shaft. Slow, steady, warm breaths only a few inches away from the pulsating flesh. “I bet you wish your mistress would take this inside her mouth…teasing the tip with her tongue…” Lelith moaned, pleased to see her teasing was having a positive effect. 

When she was satisfied with the state of Avitus’ manhood, she removed her hands from his thighs and slid her G-string off. Humming, the Dark Eldar used the fabric to bind the base of the acolyte’s shaft. “There we go. Now you won’t go soft in the middle of my fun…”

She stood, not caring that Avitus was given free rein to stare at her moistening folds. Grasping his left arm, she quickly folded it at the elbow before binding forearm to bicep with the rope. With a flick of her hair, the tiny hooks woven into it severed the length from the makeshift restraint, allowing her to repeat the process on his three remaining limbs.

“What are you…” Avitus stammered as he found himself lowered from the chair and placed onto the floor. His limbs as they were, he had little purchase to move except on stumps, but that was the least of his concern. His host had thrown the remaining rope up near the overhead light, apparently latching the two strands around a hook hidden there. 

“Now…” Lelith murmured, easily picking him up like a child. “You and I are going to experience the Drukhari version of the missionary position…” 

She attached the four ends of the rope hanging from the ceiling to his existing binds, then stood back to admire her handiwork. It had been quite some time since she had had the opportunity to practice her rope work, but she was pleased with the result. The mon’keigh was left suspended several feet above the air, swaying gently as his limbs involuntarily strained against their restraints. Ignoring his grunts of discomfort, Lelith removed the rest of her armaments adorning her lower body.

Avitus’ mind raced as he tried to discern what the Dark Eldar had meant. His thoughts were short-lived, though, as he soon found the woman’s weight upon his crotch. As he was tipped up by the ropes, Lelith wrapped her arms around his neck and purred, “Just sit back and relax…it will be easier that way…” He nodded, only to moan moments later as she took his manhood deep within her. The succubus’ folds were near perfection – tight, moist, and practically massaging his cock. She was not content with this, however, and she began to grind her hips against him.

Each thrust and little movement from Lelith caused the pair of them to rock back and forth. The acolyte noted, with dismay, that he had been turned into a human swing-set. It was…pleasurable, in a way, but his limbs were flexing uncontrollably with the action. They were beginning to burn and cramp as they hyperextended. His groans turned to a mixture of grunts and growls as he was forced to endure countless minutes of the agonizing ecstasy. Avitus’ vision began to blur as tears formed in the corners of his eyes, but it was clear his mistress had only begun.

Lelith noted, with quite a bit of satisfaction, that her methods were proving fruitful for the both of them. Her charge’s battered body was sating her innate desire for tortured soul energy, and his shaft was hitting her G spot in just the right way. She leaned in, nipping at his neck as she whispered, “I want you to cum for me, little mon’keigh… Cum for your dear mistress…”

And cum he did after a few more minutes. Lost in the haze, Avitus was unaware that he had stared orgasming until the wave of delight caused his entire body to spasm uncontrollably. Bound as he was, this served to triple his pain as rope after rope of thick cum was shot inside Lelith. Each moment was a concoction of conflicting sensations, which the acolyte soon found himself drowning in. 

When he was finally able to see straight again, he realized that the Dark Eldar had stopped grinding against him. Chuckling, she lapped his salty tears from his face before leaning back. “It’s been so long since I’ve been able to share this with someone. But…you see…*I* haven’t cum yet…and you’re not off the hook until I do…”