Anastasius had, in his canny silence, continued to watch the interplay between the bandit and the ice queen, sharp edges of his attention as fine and present as the palpable pangs of feeling his crushing fingers sowed in Mohini's nipples.  Sliding to settle himself like a model of supple branches upon a cushion, he leans on the wall, haunting the action with his attention.  And all the while, despite Mohini's reaching, his fingertips squeeze and stroke, twist and soothe, upon the furious red caps of her swollen teats.<br/><br/>He pumps.  He pinches.  And when she touches, he looks down on her with the languor of a Lord in his parlor and rolls the rapier points of his bright stare within her eyes.<br/><br/>"Don't raise your hand to me, slave."  And serpentine, Anastasius' eyes then slither down Mohini's form, along the arched vale of her back, up the crest of her bottom.  His hands pull back, coaxing her to follow lest her nipples be stretched, bringing her nearer to the center of his recumbent body.  In this way, he leads her to pool against his thigh by taut leashes of red nerves, shivering in the gourds of her swollen breasts.<br/><br/>Then up flash his eyes again - up and into hers - and while his thumb's crook is left to bend the bead-hard head of Mohini's nipples against the mortar of his forefinger, Anastasius' fingers splay to stroke the underside of those heavy bulbs.  He brushes the incomparable soft underside of her breasts.  He takes their weight.<br/><br/>And with featherlight tones, he lays on her the burden of his command.  "In fact, lower them.  To yourself; to your sex.  And touch there, so that I might see."<br/><br/>The cool of him has palpable complement in the wash of fingers under her breasts, while fire continues to twist in the captive necks of her teats.  It seems little troubled by the crack and slam of the struggling.<br/><br/>That storm of flesh culminates in a snap the sound of a lightning bolt, as Quintus' tussling allows another of Atnorsa's fists to lash.  The bolt of her strike sunders his lower lip, sending a spray of stars into his field of vision, and blood down both sides of his throat.<br/><br/>http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1542213/