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Chapter 186 : Jerk It Like You Mean It! (2)

"Ugh. Do I have to?" Agni asked as she stared at the daunting task before her.

A grunt , followed by a full body nudge edged Agni closer towards the nearby wall. There was a body on the other side of the wall which rippled and stretched as the man behind it moved into place.

Agni was a furious ball of emotions as she watched a long penis pierce through the living material on the wall. The man's form stopped moving as he waited expectantly for something - anything.

"Prey or predator?" Galina's voice carries a certain hardness to it, an edge that caused Agni's spine to twitch with each syllable. She couldn't deny that she was having some problems at the moment, but why did it have to be a dick?

"Prey. Definitely prey." Agni could feel her palms grow moist and sweaty as she stared down at it. She could hear her heart thumping wildly, banging in her ears. In fact it was almost all she could hear. A large part of her wanted to drop to her knees and do very dirty things. Yet her brain fiercely shouted protests, protestations which turned into outright stubbornness.

And so was the war between her heart, her mind and her body. Her body was reacting, on principle, to anything sexual in her vicinity. She could feel her panties as her own juices dripped outwards. Her heart was clearly excited, in fact it wasn't fear or annoyance that flooded her veins. It was adrenaline at the thought that she was about to try something she'd never done before.

But her mind, her mind fiercely clung to the "that's gay- no dicks" mantra which long shaped her past life as a straight male. It was this heavy wall that prevented Agni from acting on her impulses. The last embers of a fiery determination to "not be gay".

And that's when it struck her.

*But I've already done 'gay' things. Lesbian acts. Why is this so hard?* Agni thought inwardly. From behind Galina commented once more.

"You want the dick in your mouth? Take it. If you want it in your hands, grab it. Come, don't be shy." Galina accentuated her 'pep talk' with a sharp smack on Agni's ass. The act was so forceful and sudden that she couldn't help but yelp. Agni's eyes widened as the stinging pain slowly subsided, causing a sense of lingering sublime sensation.

"Go. We will start small. I'll be gentle." Galina further offered, her aim was to persuade Agni. Given the firm ass smack she just received, Agni had her doubts. Regardless, she took a deep breath and stepped forward.

*Fuck! Why am I so dramatic about this? It's just a dick. It's just a dick it's just a dick.* She repeated the mantra for bravery , hoping for an end to her internal conflict, but it only served to heighten her sense of unease. With a tingling ass and a wavering heart, Agni stepped forward the final step she needed, until she was within arm’s length of her long, hard obstacle.

“Why am I doing this again?” Agni turned and asked, only to discover Galina was within a breath’s distance behind her.

The woman sighed, as if she was growing weary of a child’s questions before she answered.

“You’ve already lived a life which led you to this point. Do you wish to continue down the path of restraint and restriction?” Galina’s tone was harder, more steely than previously. It was obvious that her patience was wearing thin, but Agni had questions..

“No, I don’t. But-- I’m not ready.” Agni said as she placed her hands on her hips, attempting to mount some sort of defiance. She was aware it sounded like an excuse -- but it was genuinely how she felt. Not only did she feel it, she felt it strongly!

A slight smirk formed across Galina’s otherwise stony expression, one that was quickly concealed. Agni suddenly got a sinking feeling, but she stood her ground. That is until Galina walked towards her and proceeded to drag her by her hair towards the nearby table.

“I gave you a chance. Because the mistress demanded it, but I do not tolerate back talk. You will learn your lessons, and learn them well. It’s time--” Galina paused long enough to bend Agni over the table, pinning her down chest first -- “for punishment.”

Before Agni could react or protest, Galina’s fingers had already slipped her panties to the side and inserted two fingers. Agni stiffened for the briefest of moments as the woman’s fingers began to explore. She stroked the places which made her resistance melt almost instantly, winning a moan of begrudging acceptance from Agni.

*What the fuck?* It was Agni’s only thought as she could feel her body betraying her mind, Galina’s skilled hands caused her fists to clench and her breathing to change almost instantly. She was annoyed that she enjoyed it so much -- the rough treatment. A handful of hair, grasped fiercely -- it prevented her from moving. The slight pressure of her chest against the wooden table, the compromising position of being bent over and explored. The sensations were all so refreshingly new to Agni, who had spent far too many years with another body and mindset.

Almost instantly she felt herself dampen, her juices flowing like a river. What’s more, she could feel Galina carefully playing with her body, teasing her with the perfect balance to induce an edging sensation. The precipice was so close, but she could not reach the pinnacle. It was causing her heat to rise uncontrollably.

“You see, you may be unaware because you have limited experience as a woman. But you are not limited to one thought, one feeling, one moment. You can explore them all simultaneously, and act on whichever you deem fit. It is the prerogative of a woman.” Galina continued her lecture, even as she “punished” the succubus’ pussy by keeping her in an unyielding flux of sensations.

“Do you want to hurt me? For making you submit to me? Answer me, you little bitch.” Galina asked, and though Agni could not see her, Galina’s voice sounded much closer now.

“What did you call me?” Agni tried to mount a resistance but it was immediately quelled. Truth be told, her heart simply wasn’t in it to begin with. This situation, this experience was simply too much to savor. The disrespect was just icing on the cake.

The aggression, the blatant disrespect, being forced to submit and pleased -- all of these emotions mingled and intertwined with the sense of uncertainty and fear within her heart. She didn’t want to, but she couldn’t help it. She began to cum. Not just her body, but her mind as well.

“Mmm. You, you were a Leo in your past life, yes? No, you’re too stubborn and set in your ways. You are a….Taurus. Am I right?” Galina’s grip on Agni’s hair tightened, jerking her head upwards while simultaneously slipping a second finger into Agni’s tight, juicy honey pot.

*How the fuck is this happening? What is she doing to me? Stop. I don’t want to cum to this rude bitch. Fuck you bitch, I am a Taurus. So what?*

The thoughts flowed out in a never ending stream, never to be voiced because she was too busy shaking from Galina’s skillful touch. No longer was Galina edging her, she was now actively and purposely pushing her over the edge. Not only that, but repeatedly.

“You’re my little bitch, what are you going to do about it? Nothing? Cum for me, yes that’s right. I’ll take as much of your nectar as I want.” Galina taunted her, guiding her through each moment of the experience.

Finally, when the woman was finished, she allowed Agni to rest.

“Pathetic.” She stated as she watched Agni panting, face down against the table.

“Thank your lucky stars for Mistress Zura, otherwise I would have used the strap on.”