“Better than you? What a little cunt,” Merlin said with a slight smile. He liked the way she squirmed. He placed a hand on the small of her back to hold her down while he worked his hand faster, fingers thrusting harder. “Nobody matches your talent. How dare he sneer at you?”
Yes, thought Luna with a sense of triumph, the delicious fingers inside her almost unable to distract from that. How fucking dare he! She moaned, spreading her legs a little more for him, mouth open against the bedding she was pressed down against. She could feel the aching in shoulders from the way her arms were tied back, and she loved it, felt every small discomfort feeding into the larger pleasure of Merlin’s fingers.
She was clearly getting close, and Merlin smirked. “You don’t come until I do,” he said, unrelenting in getting her closer to climax. “Beg for it. Beg for my cock. Tell me why you deserve it.” Special Luna, with such a talent for pleasing and for pleasure, could never be matched by some boy off the street. He spanked her again, just because he wanted to, and her butt was raised so attractively. Peitho was losing her touch if she wasn’t going to give Luna the attention she deserved.