Chapter 19 #2
I want to ask a hundred more questions. How did she come to be so good with knives? What does she do back in her other life? Where does she live? What is her family like? Is there. . . Is there anyone she cares for there?
“Also, I should have said earlier, I will be very sad when it is time to say goodbye,” I finally voice.
“These moments with you have been very. . . precious to me. I have lived for a very long time alone. I will treasure the memory of these days with you for all eternity. It will be a great pain to me to part.”
She lets out a little cry and shoves her knife back in its hilt, springing up from where she’s sitting to come over to me. “Hold me.”
I almost throw down the cup in my eagerness to pull her into my arms, wrapping her tightly in the way I know she likes best, all three sets of arms around her small body. My soul only feels at rest again once she is secured against me, her face nested against my neck.
And when she says, “You asked what I want. I want you inside me again,” into my skin, I immediately harden beneath her.
She wriggles, and I release my arms around enough for her to whip her shirt over her head.
And then her gorgeous, bouncing teats are before my face. My breeches are painfully binding my length, and I’m eager to get her bottoms off, too. I lift her in one pair of arms, drag her pants down with another, and my breeches down with another still.
I carry her to the bed cloths, glad I stoked the stove so it radiates heat as I lay her sweet naked body down. Her legs fall open, and for the first time, I get to really see what I have only felt wrapped around me before. Immediately her scent rises to meet me, and I’m intoxicated.
“May I taste and lick you here?”
She squeaks, then nods and covers her eyes with her hands. “Please take control.”
I hesitate, then think about how pressure sometimes seems to calm her. “Can I restrain you?” I ask, moving my upper hands to cover hers.
She freezes a moment, then slowly removes her hands and nods, allowing mine to replace hers over her eyes. With her hands that are now free, she reaches for my middle pair of arms. “Yes. I’d like it if you held me down.”
My shaft hardens at her request as I hold her small wrists down to the soft pallet of the sleeping bag. It’s a stretch to bend my head down her torso to get to her pussy while covering her eyes and holding her wrists down, but I’m motivated, and her body is small enough that it’s not difficult.
I clamp my bottom hands on her inner thighs to anchor her there, then lower my mouth to her cunt.
First, I inhale the sweetest scent of the gods’ honey. I extend my tongue and lick up her slit.
Beneath all of my hands, I feel her tremble. Her legs start to shake, but I hold them still.
“More,” she begs. “Don’t tease.”
“You will take what I give,” I growl, and she shudders even more. I am beginning to understand what she likes. Another dance.
I think this may be the only place in her life she allows herself to follow another’s lead. She says don’t tease, yet it is what she craves.
It is as much a sweet torment to her as it is to myself to allow only the tip of my tongue to explore her delicious cunt. I’m so eager to get my entire mouth on her, to devour her.
But I just lick up her folds again, enjoying how she twists and writhes underneath my firm grip. Relentlessly I hold her thighs open as my tongue explores that fleshy nubbin at the top of her sex that seemed to drive her so absolutely mad yesterday when I strummed it.
Now, I lick it with my tongue.
If I thought she lost her mind when I gave it attention with my fingers, it is nothing to the way she begins to howl when I lick it repeatedly with the flat of my tongue.
When her moans become higher-pitched and more feverish, I pull away.
“No. You may not come yet.”
Beneath my hands covering her eyes, I feel the wetness of tears.
“Oh god, please,” she hisses. “It feels so good. I want to come.”
I smile. I love the sound of her begging. Many humans have begged me over the years. But only in terrified shouts or whimpers, begging not to die. This human begs me for pleasure, paradoxically wanting me to deny her. Because we both know it only amps her pleasure up higher when I do.
So I grin and remove one hand from her thigh to shove down my pants because the strain of my cock confined by the fabric is too much. Immediately her thigh wraps around my neck, and she lifts her pelvis into my face. She is so desperate for friction and release.
I delight in her eagerness even as my hand comes back to pry her thigh from around my neck. My cock hardens more, which I wouldn’t have thought possible even a moment ago. But she’s just given me an opportunity to explore the dark fantasy of sexual punishment she raised yesterday.
“You’re a very bad girl to try to take when I am the only one who may give,” I say darkly. “And you know what happens to bad girls.”
“They get punished,” she says breathlessly.
“That’s right.” I barely manage the words; my throat is so thick with anticipation. I can hear in her words how much she wants what I’m about to do.
“Will you spank me over your lap?” she asks.
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
She makes an excited choking noise low in her throat, and a wave of her scent hits the air.
Before I do anything else, I have to lick up the honey. With her still spread out like a sacrifice before me, I bend my head and snuffle my nose all in her sex and do what I wanted from the very beginning.
I eat her. I lick and suck on her flesh and maw at her with my lips over my teeth, sucking and sucking. Right until her screams reach a fever pitch.
Then I pull away. She’s crying with want again, and I smile as I pull back and lick my lips.
“Now bad girls get punished,” I say, still licking up her juices. I move swiftly, delighting in disorienting her. Showing her who is in control.
Using all my hands to steady her, I lift and spin her as I sit on my backside and lay her face down over my lap. Right over my hard-as-stone cock poking into her belly.
She moans low. “I want you inside me.”
My nostrils flare. “Are you trying to get out of your punishment?”
She wriggles her bare ass in the air, spreading her legs slightly so that her wet cunt winks at me from between them.
Ah. So it is to be a dance. She wants to give up control and fight for it at the same time.
She is teasing me just as much. Seeing how far she can push my control.
I want nothing more than to put her on her back, spread her, and push my cock inside her.
I want my nose buried so deep in her intoxicating scent.
But I am an infinitely patient man.
Her pleasure will be all the greater if I make her wait. Mine likely, too, because nothing takes me higher than knowing she is on the edge. I want this moment to last forever.
So I delight in holding her shoulders and thighs with my top and bottom hands. With my center hands, I caress down her back to the top of the round globes of her ass. But I don’t caress them. I just run the very tips of my fingertips across them.
And then I do what she mentioned yesterday.
I spank her.
Not hard. I’m very aware of my own strength, so it’s probably no more than a light pat. She certainly thinks so because she only wriggles against my cock.
“Harder,” she moans.
My eyebrow lifts.
This is nothing I ever imagined a consort might want.
Now that she is in this position, I admit I find it difficult to distract my cock from spilling as I come at her again.
I spank upwards from the bottom. So as my palm makes contact with her backside, right where the round meets her thigh, it jiggles in a way that makes me want to fuck her right now.
Immediately. I can think of nothing else but plunging inside her.
She cries, “Yes.”
I can do nothing except spank her again, the other ass cheek this time. And watching the flesh wobble in the aftermath of my strike—
Her hips move up and down on me, her voice breathy and needy as she cries, “More.”
We’ve lost all pretense of this being a punishment, and I do not care. I spank her again and again in quick succession. Then more until her ass cheeks are pink.
I pause only long enough to reach between her thighs and feel how wet she is for me. Fuck. It’s dripping down her thighs; she’s become so hazed with pleasure.
And I cannot stand waiting any longer. Must fuck.
Yet I hold off for another moment, holding her body down and thrusting my cock into her stomach for friction as I spank her several more times. “Please. Please,” she cries. “Please. I need you inside me.”
I bend over her, one of my fingers inside her, massaging deep so that she begins to shudder around my hand. “You want my cock?” I whisper in her ear.
“Yes,” she cries.
“Then beg me for it.”
“Please. Kharon, I need your cock. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me with your massive cock.”
Enough. I am done waiting. Gripping her with all my hands, I flip her around and gently lay her back on the sleeping bags. And then I am on top of her.
Again I restrain her in the same position as earlier.
I reach over and grab her shirt she discarded and tie it as a makeshift blindfold around her head, securely covering her eyes.
Then with two of my large, rough hands, I restrain her slender wrists.
She breathes in heavily, pushing her teats out, as her legs naturally fall open, ready for me.
I grin down at the display she makes of herself. With two more hands I begin to play with the hardened nubs at the end of her peaked teats. I hold myself up with my last pair of hands and line my hips up at her center, my cock leaping toward her cunt.
As soon as the tip of my cock makes contact with her wet heat, I understand why the French call it a little death.
I feel I die of pleasure even before my gush.
The pleasure of having my most intimate place touch her most intimate place.
. . Is beyond anything I could have ever conceived. And when I begin to press in—
We both gasp.
I pause to make sure I am not hurting her. She is so small. Almost immediately, she begins wriggling underneath me as if to guide me in further, making little whining noises in her throat. “Kharon,” she finally says. “Please. Please, I beg you. Please fuck me.”
I pull my hips back and push forward again, once and then twice, sliding deeper and spreading her. I split her open, yet she somehow stretches to receive me. I feel her eyelids fluttering underneath my hand.
“Oh god, yes,” she cries. “More.”
Tomorrow she will be gone.
But right now, this beautiful creature is beneath me, begging me for more.
I bend my elbows so my bottom hands grasp her hips and help drag her onto my length. Her legs wrap around my hips, her body laid out before me like a sacrifice as I hold her down and begin to fuck her.
Nerves I never knew were a part of me light up as my cock feels every part of the inside of her cunt, gripping me tight. She’s so small, and I’m so big, and it should be an impossible fit—
“I need to hold your body,” I say. She is beautiful like this, but I need her closer.
She nods.
I lean over and wrap my arms around her, squeezing her to me in a tight hug like our first contact. Except this time, my cock is embedded deep inside her.
“Kharon,” she gasps into my ear before burying her face in my neck and flinging her arms around me, clutching me to her just as tightly as I’m holding her.
I hold her body gently, but I begin to fuck her with abandon. “You feel so good,” I tell her, my hands ranging up and down her body. My lower hands squeeze and tug her buttocks apart.
“I want to touch you here,” I growl in her ear. “There is no part of your body that is not mine.”
She squeals into my neck. “Yes.” And then I feel her little teeth bite into my hide.
I roar and drop my finger to where her excess juice drips down my fat cock. I collect the wetness and press that finger along the small space between where her cunt is filled with my cock and the tiny opening of her anus.
She bites harder at my neck as I rub circles on the small opening with my finger, rolling us slightly sideways so I have access while I continue fucking her.
My head buzzes with pleasure. It flushes through my entire body with everything we’re doing: the feel of her surrounding me, my cock buried inside her, and the way her little anus contracts around my finger.
“Let me in,” I beg. I want everything. I want to give her everything and take everything, too.
She squeals, and her legs tighten around my waist, which opens her ass more to me. She releases her bite on my neck for a moment, then bites down again.
I love the feeling of it almost as much as I love pulling my cock out of her drenched cunt and thrusting back inside.
My thick fingertip finally pops inside her ass. I roar in satisfaction, clutching and fucking her everywhere as she bites down and howls her pleasure.
I pull my finger in her ass toward my cock, marveling at the thin wall of her body and the way she seems to go crazier beneath me. Her high-pitched moans reach a peak when I do that, and her pussy clamps around me in a way that—
Oh fuck—
I should—
I need to pull out—
But after so much teasing, both her and myself, my eyes roll back in my head as the pleasure spikes down my spine. So instead of pulling out, I thrust in, pinning her to the floor.
And then chaos erupts around us.
Just as I feel my gush spill deep inside her channel, the world drops out beneath us in a way that is far too familiar.
Wait. . . No, no, no!
I’m plane-jumping.
But somehow, oh gods! Ksenia is still in my arms, my cock deeply embedded in her as pleasure lights through me, spilling out of me. This world drops away, and we’re both—oh fuck, both?—deposited in the other plane.