michaelmanning-art: SASAYA: ORAL SLAVE 02 (2006) Ink on plate surface bristol with digital tone. &ld
michaelmanning-art: SASAYA: ORAL SLAVE 02 (2006) Ink on plate surface bristol with digital tone. “The sound of the screen panel sliding open in its oiled metal groove roused Sasaya from her erotic trance. Despite the discomfort of the position she had been bound in, the warmth of the afternoon heat and the dim light had lulled her into a dream-like state; that and the small amount of rapture dissolved into the liquid which the attending concubine had been using to keep her held-open mouth lubricated. With each spurt of sweet oily fluid from the glistening atomizer, Sasaya had felt the chemical heat spread throughout her body in soft languorous waves, easing the tension in her jaw, shoulders, and thighs as its erotic effects concentrated in her extremities, leaving her nipples stiff, her cunt ripe and swollen and throbbing in time with her pulse. Where her body wasn’t encased in latex, her bare skin was moist with perspiration and almost unbearably sensitive. She felt as though she were radiating heat. The long phallus of the cockatrice that had been strapped into her anus was both torture and pleasure. Even the tiniest movement of her hips stimulated the living metal of which it was composed. Allowing her buttocks to settle back on her heels only caused the amorous device to become more erect and penetrate her more deeply but she had long since surrendered to this intrusion and even grown to relish it. Beyond the ornamental screens which divided the rooms center and concealed its entryway from her direct view, Sasaya could just barely make out the low murmur of conversation between the attending concubine and someone with a deeper, more resonant voice - a voice which sent a shiver through her body. Their playful banter went on for some time, punctuated by the concubine’s giggles and the throaty chuckles of what Sasaya had to assume was one of the Gardens clients. After a long breathlessly whispered monologue by the concubine which was interspersed with more conspiratorial laughter, Sasaya heard the girl make her departure through the sliding door by which she and the client had entered. There was a long stretch of near silence broken at last by the rustle of fabric and then the sound approaching footsteps on the lacquered floor boards mingled with the click of what could only be claws. The inhumanly tall figure of the Tengu Lord who strode slowly into view sent a thrill of excitement and fear through Sasaya’s body. It wasn’t the first time she had encountered one of these mysterious creatures - intelligent beast-men who most humans considered more legend than fact - but it was still a shock to see one in the flesh. It must have shed it’s robes in the adjoining room. Except for a fundoshi made of a faintly metallic fabric wound around it’s loins, it was almost naked, the sleek fur on it’s leanly muscled body shimmering in the diffused light that filtered through the slats on the windows. The horse-like head swiveled in her direction, the thick lips writhing back to expose pointed canines as it’s long tail gently lashed the floor behind it - signs she knew from experience that indicated suppressed excitement. She heard the soft intake of it’s breath as it’s large dark eyes met hers and she blushed involuntarily as it’s gaze took in the helplessness of her situation: her tender mouth held open by the hard rubber ring of the gag, her huge breasts glistening with a light coating of fragrant oil that the concubine had lovingly applied after attaching the thin metal cable connecting the delicate silver rings piercing her nipples, her voluptuous body strictly corseted and immobilized in a provocative kneeling position. The tengu slowly crossed the distance between them until it’s lower body filled her field of vision. One clawed hand reached out and came to rest on the elaborate wig covering her head. With the other, it grasped the silky fabric that formed the bulging front of the fundoshi and drew it aside. The thick shaft of it’s semi-erect cock sprang free, bobbing a few inches from Sasaya’s face. Pre-cum was already leaking from the moist slit in the dark purple glans. The tengu gave the fundoshi another tug and it’s heavy balls slide into view. Sasaya made a small helpless sound as the tengu took hold of it’s lengthening erection and guided it past her lips. The fat rubbery crown filled her mouth and she felt her throat opening around the impossibly big shaft. Instead of triggering her gag reflex, she felt herself relaxing under the effect of the rapture, her throat expanding to receive the tengu’s enormous member. It gave a low moan of satisfaction as she engulfed the full length of it’s cock. The soft skin of it’s balls pressed against her moist chin and her nostrils were filled with it’s musky inhuman scent. The tengu had taken hold of the conveniently placed grips on her headdress with both hands and was rocking it’s hips back and forth, withdrawing the shaft of it’s cock until the top edge of the glans grazed the back of her teeth, then thrusting forward to plunge deep into her open mouth and throat. Tears spilled from the corner of her eyes as her hanging breasts, coated with lubricant and her own saliva, were crushed against it’s muscular thighs with each stroke, sending painful jolts of pleasure through her tortured nipples. It was fucking her mouth like a moist receptive cunt and that thought, augmented by the aphrodisiacal properties of the rapture, overwhelmed her senses in a blinding wave of arousal that culminated in a series of contractions deep within her sex until she was squirting helplessly, drenching her latex-covered legs in the grip of her climax.” - from Garden Initiate Wonderfully kinky artwork from Mike Manning -- source link