dominated by him struck a nerve deep down in her being. Fantasies came to her mind that she never even knew she had.
The choir seemed to grow more intense, the lights mirroring the change and altering their tempo.
As Lenny got within an arm's reach of her, she tried to reach out with her telekinesis but found she couldn't gather anywhere near enough focus to do it. It was hard enough just to think about fighting.
She threw a punch to his face but he caught her wrist in the air. She was slower now, her limbs not as responsive as they had been, and her muscles felt like they were going to sleep. Pariah now felt like she was trying to move through sand. Worse, in her befuddled state she wasn't sure that she had even really wanted to hit him.
'It’s okay, baby, just relax . Just be a good girl and let yourself go,' he cooed softly as he eased himself closer to her. He released her wrist and rubbed his hands up her arms to her shoulders, lightly massaging them and further releasing her tension. His touch was electric through her tight bodysuit, feeling almost as though he was touching bare skin, and it sent ripples of arousal through her body. It was so intimate; the wrongness of it matched only by the pleasure of it, and she shivered with conflicted desires.
She was just letting him touch her. His words assailed her mind much as his touch did her body and the choir compelled her to obey him. To just go with it.
Ugh... Must resist , she thought as she tried to rally a response. If she couldn't fight him with her mind or body, maybe she could use something in her belt.
Lenny saw in her expression that she was fighting it and he decided to press his luck. He rubbed one hand around to her neck and gently massaged it while he trailed the other hand down her back to grip her waist. He pressed his body in against hers, tilting her head to the side and started kissing softly into her neck.
'Nnnn....ugh... what are you doing?' she sighed, her voice sounding distant and timid. She pressed her hands up against his chest, weakly trying to push him away. She felt small next to Lenny, and she couldn't help but enjoy the feel of pressing into him. Her resolve threatened to crumble under this new assault and she moaned involuntarily from the new pleasure.
She had to fight him. He was a monster - they were all monsters.
She pressed harder against his chest, 'No... stop...'
He moved the hand tilting her head ever so slightly and pushed his thumb to her lips, shushing her protests. 'Hush, baby,' he whispered between kisses into her neck, 'Just relax and I'll take care of everything.'
Pariah was caught between fighting the aria and fighting Lenny. Trying to resist one left her vulnerable to the other, and the combination of the two was increasingly snaring her mind in a haze of lust. She started to feel meek and helpless; Lenny's dominating touch and words controlling her, exciting her.
His thumb played across her open lips, teasing them. She relaxed into his embrace, heeding his words. The aria filled her head with warm honey and her attention started to stray from resistance.
Feeling the subtle relaxing of the heroine's body, Lenny teased her lips for a moment longer before gently pushing his thumb into her mouth. Her lips instinctively embraced it and she started absently sucking on it.
'That's it baby, just like that,' he husked as he continued kissing her, slowly sliding the hand at her waist down to squeeze her ass. He lightly pushed the top of his digit in and out of her mouth, teasing her tongue until it started to play with his thumb.
'Mmmm,' she groaned.
He leaned back from kissing into her neck and enjoyed the sight as well as the feeling of her sucking his thumb. She was clutching his chest as much as pushing him away now. He could see that she was succumbing to the aria - her resistance gradually soothed into submission by his forced seduction.
He had used his craft well; keeping her on the back foot, pleasuring her
The choir seemed to grow more intense, the lights mirroring the change and altering their tempo.
As Lenny got within an arm's reach of her, she tried to reach out with her telekinesis but found she couldn't gather anywhere near enough focus to do it. It was hard enough just to think about fighting.
She threw a punch to his face but he caught her wrist in the air. She was slower now, her limbs not as responsive as they had been, and her muscles felt like they were going to sleep. Pariah now felt like she was trying to move through sand. Worse, in her befuddled state she wasn't sure that she had even really wanted to hit him.
'It’s okay, baby, just relax . Just be a good girl and let yourself go,' he cooed softly as he eased himself closer to her. He released her wrist and rubbed his hands up her arms to her shoulders, lightly massaging them and further releasing her tension. His touch was electric through her tight bodysuit, feeling almost as though he was touching bare skin, and it sent ripples of arousal through her body. It was so intimate; the wrongness of it matched only by the pleasure of it, and she shivered with conflicted desires.
She was just letting him touch her. His words assailed her mind much as his touch did her body and the choir compelled her to obey him. To just go with it.
Ugh... Must resist , she thought as she tried to rally a response. If she couldn't fight him with her mind or body, maybe she could use something in her belt.
Lenny saw in her expression that she was fighting it and he decided to press his luck. He rubbed one hand around to her neck and gently massaged it while he trailed the other hand down her back to grip her waist. He pressed his body in against hers, tilting her head to the side and started kissing softly into her neck.
'Nnnn....ugh... what are you doing?' she sighed, her voice sounding distant and timid. She pressed her hands up against his chest, weakly trying to push him away. She felt small next to Lenny, and she couldn't help but enjoy the feel of pressing into him. Her resolve threatened to crumble under this new assault and she moaned involuntarily from the new pleasure.
She had to fight him. He was a monster - they were all monsters.
She pressed harder against his chest, 'No... stop...'
He moved the hand tilting her head ever so slightly and pushed his thumb to her lips, shushing her protests. 'Hush, baby,' he whispered between kisses into her neck, 'Just relax and I'll take care of everything.'
Pariah was caught between fighting the aria and fighting Lenny. Trying to resist one left her vulnerable to the other, and the combination of the two was increasingly snaring her mind in a haze of lust. She started to feel meek and helpless; Lenny's dominating touch and words controlling her, exciting her.
His thumb played across her open lips, teasing them. She relaxed into his embrace, heeding his words. The aria filled her head with warm honey and her attention started to stray from resistance.
Feeling the subtle relaxing of the heroine's body, Lenny teased her lips for a moment longer before gently pushing his thumb into her mouth. Her lips instinctively embraced it and she started absently sucking on it.
'That's it baby, just like that,' he husked as he continued kissing her, slowly sliding the hand at her waist down to squeeze her ass. He lightly pushed the top of his digit in and out of her mouth, teasing her tongue until it started to play with his thumb.
'Mmmm,' she groaned.
He leaned back from kissing into her neck and enjoyed the sight as well as the feeling of her sucking his thumb. She was clutching his chest as much as pushing him away now. He could see that she was succumbing to the aria - her resistance gradually soothed into submission by his forced seduction.
He had used his craft well; keeping her on the back foot, pleasuring her
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