"Good girl," Runa cooed, her voice a dark whisper against Arpious's ear. "But you're not done begging yet. I want to hear you really plead for it."
Arpious's body tensed at those words, another wave of frustration and need washing over her. She tried to speak again, to form the words, but it was no use. Her voice was nothing more than a broken sob, her body shaking with the effort of holding herself together as she continued to whine, to beg as best as she could with Runa's fingers deep in her throat.
Runa's free hand continued its slow, torturous exploration, barely grazing Arpious's most sensitive spots, keeping her on edge, driving her further into a state of needy delirium. Every touch was carefully calculated, designed to keep Arpious wanting, to keep her begging for more, even though Runa had no intention of giving it to her just yet.
