~Adakun

((A few paragraphs, because I feel so damn guilty not writing anything. So hard to get inspired these days, but - it's coming! I hope. = =; ))

The reaction was immediate. He could feel the sudden jerk of her body away from his fingers, and hear a sudden, surprised gasp. Urged on by this favorable reaction, he pushed forward. There was nowhere left for her to run from his probing fingers. He gently pinched and clawed at her exposed side, his fingers individually kneading small circles. She let out a squeal and a slight giggle, her eyes screwing shut, her body shaking from side to side as much as it could, restrained as she was with the tight cord around her hips. “Wh-what are you doing?!” she gasped.

He did not answer. Her laughter was intoxicating, sweet and melodic, yet strained with her attempts to resist. He couldn't answer her question with any honesty – he had no idea what he was doing, but... something inside of him loved hearing the laughter, feeling her body shaking and squirming underneath his touch...

He pressed on. He wanted to hear more of that laughter, that sweet laughter. His fingers explored further to find it. Fingers that were too delicate for the ravages of war danced around her exposed stomach, only able to move an inch from side to side – not enough to escape anything. Girlish giggles began to pour out of her mouth, her fists clenched, her knees slightly bent, straining against the bonds that held her to this strange torment.

He closed his eyes, allowing the music to wash over him. Her struggles only served to further pique his interest. He made claws with his fingers, lightly pinching and kneading her sides. He wanted to experiment, learn more...