Fantasy BDSM?

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Flish gently tugged t her nipples like he used to when he wanted her to work lower on him. He kept the soft caresses coming after a bit of tugging.
 
"Come on Flish. . . " Al'ika groaned. She didn't like talking dirty all that much. "I know how much you love my ass. . . "
 
"Oh, you finally got used to that?" he said, amused. He put her on all fours and lined up to penetrate her.
 
Al'ika let out a scream but quickly regained her composure. "Did you ever enjoy me with lube?" she asked dryly.
 
"Not really," he said, moving slowly in and out of her. "Are you liking this?" he asked, putting a couple of fingers in to work her cunt.
 
Al'ika gasped and moaned even louder, squirming under Flish's administrations to her pussy and her button. "I'm getting close, Flish. . ."
 
Flish stayed in as she convulsed around him and pulled out, spurting his load on the small of her back. "I love it when you just explode like that," he said, kissing her cheek.
 
Flish held her for a very long time. "Well, that's the morning," he said, "I'll go get lunch." He left, locking the door behind him.
 
Al'ika curled up, closing her eyes for a little bit. She sent a picture of her to Issak mentally.

I'm falling for him, Issak. . . again. Please save me, soon, please. . .
 
As Flish went about getting her food, a violent mental projection filled his mind, making him fal to the floor and cutting his forehead on the stonework.

"Why is she in your bed and not in chains?" Ashglow boomed.

"You said I could have a week," he said.

"Yes, a week to have your fun, not court her, now go in and do your job as head jailer or I'll rip her away from you again!"
 
Al'ika heard the projection and she let out a soft whimper.

Issak. . . Ashglow's angry at Flish. . . Heavens, Issak, why aren't you answering?! She called mentally, almost crying. She shivered and dived under the covers, whimpering and crying.
 
Flish stumbled back into the room, blood oozing down his face. He handed er the stew and bread and sat down, crying, faced between his love and his legacy.
 
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