A little voiceless gust of breath came out of his lips as she stroked him and tasted his skin.  The feel of her tongue against his body was like the blade of a knife, soft but firm, leaving a trail of moisture and a sense of having been marked.  He wouldn't be surprised to look down and see his body opened up to her like a corpse on the slab.  He would willingly let her flense him if she offered him another flash of her perfect eyes.  His cock stiffened where she touched and his balls twitched in surprise.  "Oh god..." he moaned out, his hands clenching and unclenching against the covers.  Those hands yearned to grab her by the hair and make her do their bidding but he calmed them down.  Where were these urges coming from?  The violent tendencies were starting to come more frequently and he wondered just how far this place would let him explore them...