In the flinker’s world, the female's greatest desire is to have a naked male underneath her while she rides his face. This is performed at gatherings of many females where a single male is used by every female. Then, and only then, may a female mate with the male, if he is still capable of mating. |
Extract 1
“Not very pleased to see us, is he?” A ripple of unpleasant laughter went round the benglion, setting the tone for the session. This was not a scortium likely to take pity, whatever hardship he suffered during the smuntering.
Four of them advanced on him. Two took hold of his arms while the other two stood in front and behind him. Why they bothered with the ritual was always a mystery to him. He knew where he needed to go and what he needed to do. It was not necessary for them to force him. He knew, as every flinker knew, that no amount of resistance could avoid the inevitable. He had done it many times before, and would continue to do it until, one day, at one of these sessions… he shuddered and put the thought out of his mind.
Extract 2
Shardine put her hands on the flinker’s shoulders and swung one leg over him, kneeling astride his face. She closed her eyes and started to slowly lower herself towards him.
“Please!” the flinker’s tone was urgent. Shardine stopped.
“What?” she asked crossly.
“Aren’t you going to strap me to the bed?”
Shardine opened her eyes and looked down at him below her. “I didn’t think you were likely to go anywhere,” she said sarcastically.
The flinker said nothing. He lay there silently, looking up at her. His eyes, large and helpless, reminded her of a small cuglet. Perhaps, like any small cuglet the trusting faithfulness in those eyes was genuine. Perhaps he too would follow her around adoringly if he were given the chance, content to accept the occasional touch or word to let him know he had not been forgotten. Perhaps he really would accept anything she did to him, and obediently follow her instructions as well as he could understand them no matter how undesirable he might find her orders. Perhaps, or perhaps not. Would he, like any cuglet, eventually mature into a full cug with thoughts and desires of his own that might well be completely at odds with her wishes?
Extract 3
Shardine lay down on her back, stretching her arms to the top corners of the bed to where the straps were attached, and spreading her legs wide apart so that the flinker could attached the lower straps around her ankles.
She closed her eyes as he tightened the buckles and made sure each one of the straps was secure. It was what she wanted. It was what she wanted more than anything. She was exposed, helpless, completely unable to do anything to free herself, and any moment now the flinker would plunge himself into her again and again until he sprungled. It was perfect.
|
