Torin gradually builds up a steady rhythm as he strokes Cyrine's g-spot, pressing his fingertips harder into her flesh as he feels her body acclimatise to his presence. Nibbling on her earlobe, he tweaked one of her nipples, making sure to obey her strained commands as intensely as he could.<br/><br/>"If she isn't in the right mood, she can tease you for hours. Sometimes, she lets you sit on your own . . . other times, she restrains you. There's something to be said about being tied to a frame, desperately aroused, as she has her dozenth orgasm less than a metre away . . . she can be a cruel bitch, sometimes. But when she's in the right mood . . . oh, she's almost as tireless as her servitors. And woe betide you if you tire out before her. She doesn't like to be kept hanging . . . then, she tends to take the lead. Once or twice, I've even found myself lashed in an uncomfortable position, as she has her way with me. It isn't rape, but it's as close as it can get whilst still being consensual. She'll position you just so, and use you like a slave for hours until she's spent . . . and, if she's still feeling vindictive, she'll leave you like that for a while afterwards." He continued, his voice soft and slow as he recalled pleasant memories, well-aware that Cyrine was feverishly picturing the events he was describing, only with herself in his place.<br/><br/>"After she's done with the Tau, I can bring you up to see her . . . and, if she's still interested, which I have every reason to expect she'll be, I'll make sure she gives you the ride of a lifetime. I can be persuasive when I want to be."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>