The Archman

Chapter 48 - A Welcome Subjugation, Part 2

"You want me to wear that?" Eira reaches the absolute pinnacle of curiosity as she looks upon the metal restraining device.

"Not quite." Adrulac shakes his head with a sly grin. "You're going to wear this, and nothing else."

"Okay..." Eira's face starts to redden significantly. "But, why?"

Adrulac opens up the collar and lifts it up to Eira's neck, closing it around her and locking it firmly and comfortably in place.

"You'll see."

Suddenly, Eira is pulled forwards helplessly as Adrulac yanks on the chain attached to the collar, instantly closing the distance between them so that their faces are hardly an inch apart.

Eira's heart races from the abrupt gesture, and from the fact that her body is now pressed up against Adrulac's. She is quickly beginning to understand his reasoning for all this.

"Oh."

Adrulac plants his lips against Eira's neck, simultaneously pulling her silk nightgown off of her shoulders. She removes her arms from the sleeves as he continues to pull it down off her upper body. In their current position, with Eira straddling his waist, it would be impossible to remove the nightgown from her lower body.

The simple solution, Adrulac surmises, is to change positions. He grabs Eira by the torso and pushes her off of him onto her back, then finishes his mission of fully disrobing her by pulling the nightgown off her hips, down her legs, and finally past her feet. Now there is nothing which can physically come between the two of them.

The cool steel collar against Eira's neck contrasts heavily with the fiery heat of her skin. She somehow feels more naked with the collar on than if she wasn't wearing it.

She looks up at Adrulac, opening her legs to invite him as close as he could possibly go. He usually moved with immediate swiftness to take her up on this physical offer, but at this moment he stayed put, kneeling before her with an investigative reservation.

"What's wrong?" Eira asks, trying not to overinterpret the meaning of his hesitancy.

"Mm...it won't work like this." Adrulac deduces.

"What won't?"

Adrulac doesn't answer, opting instead to proceed as he sees fit. Without any kind of communication or forewarning, he grabs Eira by her left shoulder and hip, rolling her over onto her stomach. She gasps in surprise, gripping the bedsheets impulsively, as it's the only thing she has to brace herself against.

Eira had gotten used to being moved about according to Adrulac's discretion, but there was something different about the way he was handling her this time. He typically employed an equal amount of playfulness and authoritativeness when positioning her as he desired. Today, however, he was being much more commanding with how he maneuvered her.

This is made all the more evident when he grabs Eira by her hips and lifts them up to make them level with his own. He then grabs the chain and pulls it taut, coaxing Eira up onto her hands and knees. Eira's heart accelerates with an immolating anticipation. She couldn't possibly explain why, but something about this position is deeply satisfying, and she had yet to even experience everything it had to offer.

Eira looks over her shoulder up at Adrulac. His expression has shifted to one of ravenous fervor, as if all logic and sensibility has left his body, leaving him with nothing but his fundamental primal impulses. The configuration of their bodies appears to be having a similar effect on him as well.

Eira can feel his hardness grazing against the outside of her feminine rift, lingering for no longer than a second before he slides himself inside her, causing an exultant moan to slip past her lips.