This is a Cronkri fic I’ve been meaning to finish for a while now.  It is short but that is only because it isn’t quite done yet.  There will most likely be additions to it later on.  This is nsfw so be warned.

It was hard to think straight about how this all started happening as I felt his cold hands against my exposed stomach, glancing to the side to see my discarded attire strewn about on the floor of his hive.  I tried to sit up, rethinking the whole ‘experiment’, but an arm snaked around my waist and held me in place, my back pressed against his shirt.  I found myself growling lowly, not sure if I was upset over the fact that he was holding me captive on his lap or that he still had all of his clothes on while I sat completely nude on top of him.  His amusement to my reactions was obvious through the low chuckles and snickers I could hear and feel; the vibrations running from his chest to my already shaking body made things so much harder to deal with. 

“Shit, Kan, I haven’t even touched lower than your cute little tummy and you’re already a mess.”  I squirmed at the notion of how disheveled I must have looked, glancing up at him in hopes to express how uncomfortable this all made me.  For some reason I couldn’t speak.  Even if I opened my mouth to protest against anything he was doing or saying, my voice just didn’t want to make itself heard.  All that came out were little gasps and surprised yelps.  His free hand slipped lower, fingers teasing just above my unfortunately very restless bulge, the thought of this going any further almost giving me the will to push him away and verbally oppose his progression.  However, a well timed kiss against my neck produced the opposite effect as I found myself whimpering pathetically, the sound bringing a wave of embarrassed heat to my face and a particularly pleased purr from him.  I couldn’t stop myself from pressing against him helplessly as his practiced hand cruelly teased my bulge, his mouth marking my skin as if he were trying to dominate me.  The thought alone made me shudder as images of this going much too far flashed in my head.

“I…I thought this was just s..simple stuff…”  I manged to stammer, my voice coming out in a frail whisper instead of the stern complaint I intended it to be.  My attempt to correct the weak accusation that now I’d become more of a toy than a subject in an experiment died away as he gripped my thrashing bulge firmly in his hand, holding it as still as he could while still trailing his intoxicating mouth all over my neck.  My breath hitched, refusing to come back, as he refused to move his hand for much too long.  I wanted to relax, think that maybe he was bored and decided this was pointless.  Somehow the thought of him leaving made a low whine escape my barely parted lips.  I know he could hear it as he smiled against my skin.  I thought maybe he was just pausing for a short moment to focus on other areas, maybe he needed to think of what to do next.  However, my body grew impatient and restless as seconds slowly turned into agonizing minutes with us in the same position, the smile still just barely gracing my skin.  I desperately needed him to at least let go so maybe this burned could cool and the blur of my thoughts could clear again.  I couldn’t tell him, ask him, beg him to continue with my head so cluttered yet so empty.  

“We probably should have discussed what ‘simple stuff’ meant before startin’, huh?”  His voice made me jump as it sounded directly in my ear.  A tight squeeze to my needy bulge caused my head to roll back against his shoulder, my hips bucking into his hand helplessly.  “I thought you didn’t want this, Kanny.”  I couldn’t find it in myself to remind him of my dislike for the degrading pet name as he began to much too quickly stroke my bulge.  An overwhelming sense of heat coiled inside of me as I writhed in his lap, soft moans and whimpers spilling from my mouth every now and then.  “You sure are quiet like this.  I expected you to be way too fuckin’ loud.  Quiet and flustered is a great look on you, chief, I’d like to see it more often.”  Normally an implication of this happening even a first time would initiate a long, extensive explanation of why such thoughts were triggering beyond belief.  Yet somehow the notion of his hands on my body again expertly picking away at my shields until I literally begged him breathless for more made every effort to will loving this away disappear.  I twisted in his lap, my hands balling up in his odd white shirt, as I looked into his mesmerizing violet eyes to see the same consuming lust I’d been feeling.  He smirked down at me in an almost loving manner, pressing a kiss against my forehead as he stroked my bulge quickly and roughly.  I remember trying to tell him to slow down or to stop but I don’t remember much else.  My sight blacked out and I felt my body arch as pure bliss rushed through me.  Heat poured out of my body and onto us both, the material tainting his legs and my chest.  I do not think I made a noise as he finally broke me.  I silently realised that against my better judgment I had allowed Cronus to ravage me with just one hand in an experiment to see just how well I could stand physical pleasure.  As I gasped and panted for air he chuckled above me, holding me flush against him so our chests were touching.  I could feel his bulge thrash around underneath me and could only think one thing.

“This isn’t over, is it?“