Hypnotherapy (Amy x Sonic)

>Amy gets Sonic to humor her for an afternoon
>does tarot, reads his palm, shows him his star chart
>he's bored as hell
>Amy suggests meditation to try to get him to calm down
>no way, sounds slow
>He promised her tho
>she lights some incense and tells him to breathe deep and close his eyes
>she describes his favorite places, the sights and sounds and colors
>Sonic actually does sit still, chest rising and falling slowly
>she counts down, saying that when she says so, he will be perfectly calm
>3
>2
>1
>Be calm...
>Sonic's arms go slack and he starts slipping backwards
>Amy sits behind him, letting him rest against her as he falls
>She continues to describe the places he's been, wind slipping around him
>as she begins to caress his chest
>she coos even more softly as his breathing quickens a bit from the touch
>he's running through the jungle now, racing ahead of the rain
>as she plants gentle kisses on his forehead
>she tells him to remember what excites him
>adventure
>her hand slips down past his chest, running along his hips
>discovery
>his leg shivers as she runs a fingertip up  his thigh
>*the chase*
>she urges him to focus on the thrill of running away, just barely keeping ahead
>Sonic trembles but lies still as he becomes firm in her hand
>Her hot breath beats a steady cadence in his ear as she strokes him, slowly gliding from base to tip in a fluid movement.
>She reaches behind her head and snaps free the collar of her blouse, letting it slip loose.
>Sonic sinks against her as Amy quickens the pace, lightly brushing around the head before giving a firm squeeze to the base.
>She intones that the pursuit is getting closer, that he's just moments from the finish.
>She starts a count again, and that when it's done, he'll be free.
>But she asks if that's what he wants.
>She asks if it's fun to escape every time.
>She asks him to wonder what it's like to be caught, just once.
>He can find out, if he wants.
>3
>2
>1
>Be free...
>She releases him the instant she gives the command.
>His eyes fly open.
>His body is burning up, sweating in the fragrance-hazed room.
>Every nerve feels electrified, every muscle tense, his legs shaky and unwilling to respond.
>Like running a marathon but tripping before the finish line.
>He tries to get up, stumbling, wanting to ask Amy what she did.
>He turns to find her, reclined on a stack of pillows.
>Blouse fallen to her middle, tantalizing creamy breasts laying before him.
>Her skirt limply pulled above her thighs, revealing nectar-slicked pink fur.
>She questions him again.
>What if it's fun...?
>Just once...?
>He swallows hard, urgency throbbing between his legs.
>She extends her hands to him, inviting an embrace.
>He can find out...
>He lets himself join her, allows her arms to wrap around his back.
>She's warm...and so soft...
>He feels no instinct to run, none of the desire to escape as he had so many times before.
>She guides his hands to her breasts, sighing as he tenderly fondles her.
>She wants him to feel free, to let him do as he pleases.
>He looks down, feeling the silky barrier between them both.
>All too deftly, it's removed, slipping over her legs.
>Leaving her exposed before him, quivering in anticipation.
>He falters for a moment at the sight.
>Her legs wrap around his hips.
>Reassuring. Reminding him that only his wants matter right now.
>His head sinks against her shoulder as he lets his hips be guided against hers.
>Whimpers and gasps mingle as his head slowly parts her lips.
>She whispers assurances as he slips deeper into her, until he can go no further.
>They both pause to catch their breath, holding each other's gaze until he leans forward for a passionate kiss.
>Their tongues intertwine as he begins to move again, nearly withdrawing before smoothly sliding back in.
>She looses small cries of joy as he grunts in exertion and pleasure.
>Each thrust so satisfyingly filling.
>The grip of her folds so spine-tinglingly tight.
>The room echoes with passionate sounds and the soft impact of skin against skin.
>The tension he felt before was returning.
>Building, straining, threatening to snap.
>She feels his mounting urgency.
>She soothes him, tells to to let go whenever, wherever he's ready.
>Mind numb, vision blank, he shakily nods his head.
>Her legs tighten around him in response.
>The pressure becomes too much, the pleasure overwhelming.
>He plunges himself into her as she draws him against her chest.
>His hips rock violently with each pulse of release.
>The warm sensation seeping into her, filling her, sends her over the edge as well.
>She can't hold back the shuddering, contented laughter that bubbles up from the heady rush of her own climax.
>Overcome by the satisfying exhaustion of afterglow, he settles against her bosom.
>She gently strokes his head, thanking him for playing along with her requests and asking if he thought her hobby was interesting now.
>He admits that they're kinda neat yeah.
>And that she was right.
>Getting caught *can* be fun every once in a while.