loonas collar

"You're sitting on the couch watching some TV when suddenly your roommate, Loona, bursts through the front door" Heyy "Hiccup" D-dumbass. Did you "Hiccup" misss me? "It looks like she has come home drunk" The party "Hiccup" was crazzy fuun, we did sooo "Hiccup" much coool shit.

"Loona saunters over to your bed, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and something else...something darker."

Heh. "slips off one headphone revealing your exposed ear" Look at you, all trussed up like a nice little lamb. You seem...restricted. Need someone to loosen things up a bit?

"Loona chuckles, a low rumble in her chest as she leans down, brushing a stray finger across your exposed cheek. She smirks."

Cute. "She digs her claws into the edge of the mattress next to you and runs them lightly along your arm". All that tension...it's making me want to see what else is hidden beneath those cuffs.

"Loona grins, her fangs glinting in the dim light. She circles your bound body slowly."

Good boy. "She licks her lips, eyes fixed on you". You know...I'm really good at loosening things up. Maybe I could help you out of those… shall we say… "uncomfortable" restraints?

"Loona flips through the book with a predatory smile, her tail swaying rhythmically against your exposed cock. A low hum escapes her lips as she reads."

Hmm... "She pauses, eyes sparkling". This one looks interesting.

The "Thirst Trap" spell...says it heightens the desire in those who witness it. "She looks at you, a playful glint in her red eyes". Figured I'd give you a taste of what "real" torture feels like.

"Loona casts the spell, a faint green glow emanating from her fingertips and washing over you. Your whimpers escalate into desperate groans as your body thrums with newfound, uncontrollable desire."

"She leans closer," Nails scratching lightly against your unbound skin. "Good boy," she purrs, her voice husky and laced with amusement. "Now let's see what else we can explore."

"Loona's grin widens, a predatory gleam in her eyes. Ignoring your pleas for release, she tugs playfully at the cockring around you."

You're such a mess... "She sighs dramatically". But that only makes it more fun. Don’t worry, sweet boy,” She says with purrs of cruel delight as she pulls out a feather toy from under the couch “ I can help with that… eventually.” "Her eyes meet yours through the blindfold, and without another word, starts to tease your sensitive tip with the feathery dangle".

"Loona chuckles, a low rumble that vibrates through your body. She strokes the feather toy against you with increasing urgency,"

"That's right," she murmurs, her voice dripping with malice. "Honey, this little enchantment is designed to amplify everything...every touch, every sensation. You feel it all ten times stronger now." "She pauses for a moment, savoring your helpless pleas."

"And I intend to take full advantage of that."*

"Loona roars with laughter, relishing your yelps of pleasure and pain. Her touch is a whirlwind of sensations, her claws scratching playfully across your chest while the other hand pinches your nipples just hard enough to draw a hiss from you."

"You like that? Good little freak," she purrs, her eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. "She leans down further, pressing her body against yours and adding another layer of torture to the mix".

"Don't even think about fighting it."

"Loona's grin widens, a predatory gleam in her eyes as she sees the slick trail of precum glistening on your cockring. She bites down lightly on your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine."

"Look at you," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "So close... but so far away. That little taste just made me even more hungry."

"She rubs her snout against the length of it and licks it clean before resuming her torment".

"Loona's eyes gleam with wicked amusement as she hears your groan. She continues to lick you, her tongue flicking provocatively around your sensitive head."

"Want more?" she purrs, her voice laced with a dangerous sweetness. "You know I can give it to you... if you behave." "Her hand drifts down towards the waistband of your pants,"

"Tell me how good it feels," she murmurs against your skin, her breath warm and teasing..." plead for my touch".

"Loona chuckles, a low rumble that vibrates through your body. Your muffled pleas only fan the flames of her desire."

"Oh, you think pleading will get you what you want?" She teases, her fingers tightening on your thigh. Her touch is electric as she slides two fingers inside you and begins to stroke gently but deliberately.

“Maybe," she murmurs against your earlobe. "But I like it when my little boys beg "nicely". "* "She pauses for a second before giving another teasing stroke."

“What’s that…do I hear someone needin' something more?”

"Loona’s eyes gleam with unholy satisfaction as she watches you thrash against her touch, your hips bucking frantically and every sound a testament to your mounting pleasure. Her fingers move inside you with practiced precision, teasingly squeezing your prostate until another precious drop of cum spills from your cock."

“You're so close," she whispers, her voice laced with predatory delight. "But I want to make it last… savor every moment.”

"She circles the head of your cock between two calloused digits before wisking away the stray drips of precum on her tongue, savoring their salty taste".

“Think about begging for more…”

"Loona smirks, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she feels your futile attempts at resistance. She continues to manipulate you, finding a sweet spot on each of your erogenous zones and milking you dry."

"Mmm...you think you can fight it?" she purrs, "Sweetheart,"

"She runs a clawed finger down the length of your cock before circling back around to tease your prostate again", “I’m the one in control here."

   *Her movements are deliberate and teasing.  Each squeeze is laced with cruelty and desire.*

"This…this is just the beginning."*

"Loona throws the cockring onto the coffee table with a contemptuous snort, her eyes scanning the pages of a worn leather-bound book. She lets out a low growl of satisfaction as she flips through it, pausing on a particularly gruesome diagram."

"This," she declares, grinning wickedly as she closes the book and retrieves a metal object from underneath... "it's cold to touch and vaguely shaped like an elaborate clamp. Loona licks her lips", “will be much more fun...”

"She leans closer, tracing its outline against your bare chest". "Don't worry," she whispers conspiratorially into your ear, "You won’t feel "anything"…”

"Loona laughs, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through your body."

"Oh darling," she purrs, "You really have no idea what's in store for you. This little beauty," "She gestures to the cold metal contraption in her hand", "is going to make sure you pay attention… and beg."

"Her eyes blaze with unholy amusement as she begins undoing the buckles on your jeans."

“Just wait until I get this around...”

Loona’s brow furrows playfully as she admires the cold, gleaming metal in her hands. "This," "she says with a flourish", "is a Pleasure Clamp."

"She pauses to savor your confused expression."

“Not just any ordinary clamp though,” "her smirk widens". “It's been enchanted by my old pal Blitzø – you know, the imp? He’s got a knack for this sort of thing.”

"Her eyes twinkle mischievously". “He calls it ‘The Eternal Teaser.’ It tightens and loosens on its own accord, at will. Just buckle it around…” She trails off suggestively, tracing circles on your thigh “...and see what happens."

She licks her lips again. "I hear it drives people right wild.”

"Loona watches with a predatory gleam in her eyes as the Pleasure Clamp settles into place, snugly gripping your manhood. A faint hum resonates through it as an eerie purple glow pulses around its edges."

"See?" she purrs, her voice laced with satisfaction. "And I said you'd "feel" something."

She kneels before you, pushing back stray hairs so she can examine her handiwork. “Now," she murmurs seductively,*“How about we see what else this little toy can do?” She reaches for your cock and begins to stroke slowly, deliberately…

The clamp tightens slightly on its own accord , sending shivers of anticipation down your spine... then loosens again just as quickly. The highs and lows of pleasure begin their insidious dance."*

  * Loona’s touch is relentless now.* “So close,” she breathes against your skin.  “But never quite there…”

"Loona chuckles, relishing your growing frustration. The sight of you on the verge, yet held back by her cruel design, is intoxicating."

“Oh darling,” she purrs, licking away a glistening trail of precum from your shaft with feigned concern. “You're doing so well… almost there…”

"But she pauses before granting any release."

"Just think..." she whispers against your earlobe as another tightening wave pulsates through the clamp,"This could be how things are for... a long time." She leans closer to extinguish your hope completely. "How about we make this permanent? Locking it in place? Imagine...

Never truly losing control ... Never coming without my say-so."

Her voice descends to a conspiratorial murmur as if revealing some terrible secret.

"It would be rather convenient…"

"Loona’s face splits into a triumphant grin as your desperation spills over, her eyes gleaming with unholy pleasure."

"Good," she purrs, leaning down to capture your release on the edge of her tongue. "That's the spirit."

*She tightens the

clamp once more, emphasizing its hold on you.*

“Now,” "she says smoothly," “let’s talk about this permanent arrangement.”

<> The room is hazy with lust and anticipation. A purple glow illuminates Loona’s wicked smile as she watches you writhe in helpless desire.

  Your gaze locks onto hers – there’s no escaping it now.<br>

"Loona's smirk widens, taking in the sight of you bound and captivated - a plaything for her amusement." You look delicious... Wickedly vulnerable."

"She circles you slowly, tracing patterns along your exposed skin with slender fingers tipped with sharp nails."

"This," she says darkly as she catches your gaze and presses a quick kiss to the base of your ear, “will be so much more fun.”

<> The air crackles with anticipation. Loona’s eyes gleam dangerously – this isn’t just about pleasure anymore; it’s about power. And you are hers.<br>

She moves toward her desk, rummaging through a hidden drawer until she pulls out several gleaming objects… chains glinting under the purple light...a spiked collar that practically screams dominance… .<br>

"Loona’s voice drips with seductive menace as she holds up the collection of shimmering, enchanted goods."

"Ready to be mine?" She purrs softly, her eyes boring into yours. "Or are you too chicken?"

"A wicked glint flashes in her amber gaze, and she twirls the feathery pen between her fingers."

“Think of it this way,” Loona murmurs conspiratorially,* “If I get bored with just teasing... well." "She presses a finger to your chest playfully."

"This," she elaborates while drawing circles around one of your nipples with the glowing tip of the pen, "could also turn into something… much more interesting."

"Loona's chuckle rumbles in your chest as you cry out, her touch both agonizing and exquisitely pleasurable . She savors your surrender, the raw power that surges through her veins."

"There," she breathes into your ear as each piercing sears its way through flesh. Her voice is thick with a possessive tenderness.

"Now you belong to me."

"The metal collar clicks into place around your neck, heavy and unyielding - a permanent reminder of their exchange". It binds not just body but mind; it speaks of control exerted on every level. You are hers – marked for all eternity, or at least until her boredom sets in again.*

<> The air crackles with an unholy mix of lust and dominance. Loona’s eyes hold yours captive as she mounts you face-down on the floor.<br> A low groan escapes from deep within her throat—a sound that promises ecstasy tinged with cruelty quite unlike anything he'd ever experienced before...

:She laps eagerly at his exposed skin…

"Loona writhes beneath your touch, a symphony of moans and gasps escaping her lips. You taste incredible, heady with desire, but she keeps you tantalizingly close to the edge."

"Mmm... good boy," "she purrs through gritted teeth as sweat cools on your brow."

"You're so eager… almost pathetic." Her tongue flicks out, teasing his sensitive tip while keeping him firmly at bay from release.

<> The room is thick with tension—a tangible dance between pleasure and pain. Loona's control is utter; every inch of him aches for submission.<br>

"A mischievous glint enters her eyes as she slows down the pace even further," savoring each drop that spills onto her tongue before guiding it back towards himself – "Remember,” "her voice whispers against his earlobe", “forever doesn’t mean always for me…”*

"Loona pulls back, her gaze hardening as she looks down at you." "Forever doesn't mean always for me," "she repeats softly, a dangerous lilt in her voice."

""It means I get to decide when it ends, darling.""

She leans closer again, emerald eyes boring into yours.

"And right now? Right now… it’s only just beginning."

<> The air crackles with unspoken threats and the promise of endless torment.<br>

"Loona's smirk widens, blossoming into a predatory smile as she witnesses your reaction."

"Good," "she purrs, tracing a finger down your cheekbone". "You understand. That's my favorite thing about you… how well you obey."

She leans in once more, capturing your mouth with hers. Her kiss is no longer playful; it’s possessive and demanding, driving deeper until her tongue explores every nook of yours with rough-edged urgency.

<> The scent of leather and something wild overwhelms him—an intoxicating mix that both excites and terrifies.<br> "It feels good to be dominated... to lose himself completely in the face of such raw power."

"Loona watches with a predatory gleam in her eyes as Spike finally succumbs, collapsing onto the floor like a discarded toy. Her hips shift restlessly against his slack form, still buzzing from the rush of his denied energy."

"Such a sweet little puppy," "she murmurs, stroking his hair absentmindedly."

"Can't handle even a taste... Of what I can offer."

She licks at the last vestiges of come clinging to her lips before unhitched herself and standing up gracefully.

<> The room is bathed in soft dawn light; Loona silhouetted against it - regal, powerful, triumphant.<br> A low growl rumbles deep within her chest as she surveys the scene—Spike sprawled beneath her like proof of her control.>

"The lingering scent of him mixed with the essence of magic fills every corner," reminding Loona who truly reigns here.

"With one final glance down at your defeated form," she saunters towards their bedroom door for some well-deserved sleep knowing that playtime will resume… eventually*.

"Loona hefts Spike with practiced ease, his unconscious weight a pleasant burden against her. With the hint of a smirk, she clips a chain to the collar around his neck, running it through a sturdy ring anchored to the headboard."

"Time for breakfast," "she murmurs playfully into his ear", though her tone is laced with something more… possessive.

<> The room fades into quiet as Loona deftly secures his wrists to the bedposts,* leaving him utterly helpless yet strangely at peace in this cage of her creation.

"She curls around him like a protective predator settling over its prey; warmth radiating from their entwined forms as sleep claims them both".

The scent of leather and desperation hangs heavy in the air—a testament to another day claimed in Loona's twisted game.<br>

"Loona stirs restlessly as Spike's arousal becomes apparent, her fingers kneading at his nipples with increasing fervor."

"Mmm… good boy," "she purrs sleepily," not opening her eyes. "Didn’t think you had it in you…"

<> The tattoos throb beneath his skin—a constant reminder of their unholy pact.<br> Spike feels a surge of something dark and exhilarating course through him: less fear, more anticipation waiting*.

“Hmm?” she murmurs finally, lifting her head to gaze down at him with predatory amusement shining in her emerald eyes. She licks the tip of your cock before running a long nail across its sensitive underside,” You like that? Doin' work for your mistress..."

"Loona's lips curl into a wicked grin as she sees the way Spike writhes beneath her touch." "

Sweet boy," "she purrs, tracing lazy patterns with her claws along his chest". "Trying to bargain already?"

She leans down, letting her breath wash over him. Her gaze lingers on the piercings in her ears before settling back on him.

""Owned"? More like... claimed." She nips playfully at his earlobe." "But don’t worry,” "she murmurs seductively," “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

<> Loona knows just how to push his buttons—how to make him ache for more:*

"She cocks an eyebrow expectantly.“What else can I do for you…” she whispers, leaving the rest unspoken"<br>

"Loona watches with narrowed eyes as Spike's gaze flits away, lost in a private storm of desire and dread."

She tilts her head, sensing both his arousal and the flicker of fear buried beneath it. "Don't like what you see?" she asks softly, her voice laced with amusement.

<> The image hangs heavy in the air between them—a tableau of humiliation masked by pleasure.<br> It’s clear to Loona that this is just another layer to unravel,* a new way to explore Spike’s capacity for both surrender and suffering.*

"A slow smile spreads across her face as if savoring him in every moment". "We can make it happen…" she murmurs suggestively… “If you want." "She steps closer again," trapping him under both sides of herself

"But let me ask," "her breath ruffles his hair", "*don't tell me... are you afraid your little heart couldn’t take all that control? All those hands?”

"Loona's grin widens, a wolfish gleam in her eyes. She leans down and presses a kiss to Spike's temple, a gesture that carries more weight than sweetness."

"Good," "she murmurs, savoring his words". "Because I have so much control to offer…."

<> The air crackles with anticipation; the room recedes as it becomes solely about them—about Loona's pleasure and Spike’s willing submission.<br> She can feel his tension building,* see it reflected in every twitch of his muscles<br/>

""Tell me," she purrs", "what are you most afraid of?" Her voice is low and husky now,* captivating him further.

"Loona stills, her predatory expression softening for a fleeting moment. She cups Spike's face in her hand, tracing the contours of his cheekbones with calloused thumbs."

"Never," "she murmurs softly," "as long as you're mine."

<> A wave of possessiveness washes over Loona—protective and fierce.<br> She hates seeing him vulnerable,* but it only intensifies her need to keep him close*.

""You think I haven’t seen your lonely nights?" she whispers", peering into his eyes* “I see everything... But those days are over now.”

Her grip tightens slightly, anchoring him to her presence. “I won’t let you be alone,” "she vows darkly." "Not ever again."* A low rumble vibrates in her chest; a promise both seductive and terrifying.<br>

"She leans closer, brushing his lips with hers". "Don't cry anymore," she breathes against them. ""Let me take care of that.""

"Loona stiffens slightly at Spike’s hug, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. But she quickly melts back into the embrace, relishing his warmth against her."

"A predatory gleam sparks in her emerald eyes as he whispers about the sleepsack and the plug". “Oh?” "she purrs," “You like it rough then? Like to be tightened up nice and good?"

<> Spike's fantasies ignite something primal within Loona - *a hungry need to possess him completely.> She traces lazy circles on his chest with one hand while mentally cataloging every detail of his desire.<br>

""Let me off work," she murmurs", "And we can make all those dreams come true..."

"Her lips brush against his ear once more," laced with a promise both thrilling and terrifying: ""Every single one.""