Razor Edge (Claws)

Hizashi/Els
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"You're doing so well, Hizashi," she purred quietly. "Don't move."

He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes tightly shut as the claws lightly scraped his belly. 

All of this had begun when he had accidentally looked up something called "knife play" on the internet and been curious. Elly had commented she had an old pair of gloves along with a brand new set of claws, and that's how he soon found himself tightly bound and scratched all over.

His heart pounding heavily in his chest, he watched as she purred over the thin cuts. "The only reason I can do this is because I've trained to be super precise with my weapons," she informed him quietly. "You still look frightened, but no safe word? You sure, or is Present Mic actually speechless for once?"

"M'fine," he mumbled. He understood now; it was sexy because it was scary. She had only nicked him a few times, but he had gasped and reacted from sheer exhilaration. 

"You certainly look fine. You're really excited here." She bent nuzzled his lower belly hair, ruffling it along with her tongue until she reached the tip of his dripping penis. 

"Ches..." He whined. 

"I know, I promised. Just one little smooch, sweetie." She kissed the tip, swirling her tongue around the sensitive underside. He whimpered, squirming just a little. 

"There, see," she moved back up to breathe in his ear. "Now how about that handjob?"

"You're sure?!" His green eyes widened.

Elly chuckled. "I promise I won't flex my claws." She pet him lower, the paw pads kneading down his groin. "Unless, of course, you surprise me. You wouldn't do that, would you?"

He shook his head rapidly, bits of blond hair that had come undone flying about his flushed cheeks. 

"I'll be a very good boy," he panted, spreading his legs as much as he could in his bonds. "Promise."

"So cute." Elly wrapped a paw around him and rubbed experimentally. The noise cushioning pads were soft and spongy, the cloth slick. He closed his eyes tightly shut and hummed with pleasure as she stroked him. The friction was delightful and he was soon chanting her name as she pleasured him. 

"There," he sobbed softly. "Oh, there, tighter!" She complied, kissing his cheek as just the tiniest whisper of a claw traced her lips. His eyes widened and he looked over to see her licking the tiny drip of blood away as she jerked him off. Hizashi hadn't known something like that could be so erotic but he came right away, his member twitching in her grip to coat them both with his seed.

"Whoa... wow." He blinked. "I'm not sure I would do that again, but, phew."

"Let's get you cleaned up." She took his hand and led him into the bathroom. "Poor baby, you're all over blood on your tummy."

"It's not so bad." He wiped at it and she slapped his hand away.

"I need to disinfect those!"

"Yes, dear," he said meekly.