52 Birdie #5
Nipping my shoulder, he tosses the wasted fabric on the ground before me.
“I want you completely bare.” Both his hands smooth over my naked hips.
“I want our little voyeur to see every inch of you. Want him to watch this pussy stretch to fit me. I want him close enough to scent my cum inside you when I unload. And you’ll take it all, won’t you?
Hold it up tight inside your pretty little cunt and make him wait to watch it drip slowly down your thighs. Is that what you want, Birdie?”
I nod, fighting my tremble. “Yes, sir.”
He parts my pussy lips with two fingers, teasing my wetness.
I know the wraith can see everything. His other hand trails up my body, between my bared breasts.
He holds me still, leaning in. “Don’t take your eyes off the wraith.
And be sure to let him know how much you like this.
But when you come, you say only my name. ”
I nod again. “Yes, sir.”
He gives my ass a firm swat, even as he kisses my cheek. “Good girl. Knees wider.”
I part my knees for him, which just lets me sink down onto his fingers as he presses them up inside me.
My core flutters with relief at being full again, but I don’t want his fingers.
I want the cock I feel pressed against my ass.
He stretches me some more, twisting and pumping his fingers at this new angle as his thumb rubs my clit.
Heat pools out from my center, turning my arms into jelly.
Turned this way, I can’t kiss or touch him. I’m on full display.
“Play with your tits,” he commands. “Show the wraith what you like.”
Nodding, I hold Dáinn’s gaze as I cup my own breasts and lightly tease my nipples.
“Liar,” Jasper growls, slapping my hand away. “This is your initiation into the Lonely Hearts Club. Truth always, remember? You’re not some china doll who gets hot over a little nipple tweaking. Tell the wraith what you really want.”
Groaning, I press my ass against his hips. “I want it hard.”
“You want it rough, don’t you? Want me to leave your skin pink and marked. You want teeth and hands. You wanna be ravaged. Fucking claimed. You want your lovers clawing their way inside you, burrowing deep. And you want an act of the gods to root us out.”
“Yes,” I hiss, though it comes out sounding more like a plea. “Fuck me, Jasper. No more games. I’m aching for it. Fuck me, and fill me, and—ah—”
He slaps my tit, making it sting. Then he’s shoving a third finger inside me and teasing my front wall, his thumb giving my clit the pressure it needs as he massages me deep, shoving me right over the edge into orgasm.
I’m shocked, crying out, body jolting as the first wave hits me.
My pussy flutters around his fingers as I hold tight to the arm banded across my breasts.
“Good,” he praises. “The next one won’t surprise you. You’ll know it’s coming. You’ll beg me for it. Now, hands and knees.”
I let him bend me forward, bracing against the ground with both hands, head sagging as I catch my breath.
Jasper presses in behind me, guiding his cock to my entrance.
He strokes it between my pussy lips, letting it get slick with my release.
His wet tip glides against my clit and I’m humming, arching my back.
“Breathe for me,” he soothes, sinking in the first few inches.
Yes, this is what I wanted. This is everything. On thinking the words, I look up sharply, catching Dáinn’s eye. He said he wants everything from me. He wants this too. What would sex with a wraith be like? Can wraiths even have sex? He said his render has a cock—
“Fuck—” I cry out, gasping for air as Jasper slams himself inside me, straight to the hilt.
He’s everywhere at once, folding himself over me as he holds to my hips, rocking me back against the cradle of his thighs, burying his cock deep.
He guides one hand down my spine before circling my neck.
Cock still buried deep, he pulls me back, holding my throat in the cradle of his hand.
His free hand circles around to play with my clit, twisting me up tighter than a bow string.
“Have you ever been taken by two men, Birdie?”
“No,” I pant, feeling breathless, my air constricted by the hand at my throat.
He pounds into me harder, slowly rocking me forward until I’m back on all fours, my hands pressing down on bits of leaf and pine needles.
His hand gives a soothing stroke to my neck before slipping back to twist in my hair.
Then he’s folding himself over me, his weight pressing me down to the earth.
“What about a witch and a wraith? Ever been fucked with shadows? Zapped on your clit with a little lightning?”
“No,” I whine. My pussy aches at being so full. I can feel my next orgasm blooming low in my gut. I’m ready to chase that feeling of losing control right off a cliff.
“She adored the chase,” Dáinn calls, breaking his vow of silence. “We should both hunt her next time. In the dark. We could unmake her, sweet witch.”
Jasper groans, stifling a laugh. “Fuck, you should feel the way she just squeezed my cock.” Rocking back, he slaps my ass, making me clench again. “She wants it bad.”
“Fuck you,” I dare to brat, which just earns me another spank. I moan as his big hand soothes the sting, rubbing my tender cheek.
“She wants you to dominate her,” calls the wraith. “There’s nothing she hates worse than losing control . . . except during sex. Own her, sweet witch. Take away all her choices. Free her from the prison of her own mind.”
Apparently, our witch now takes direction.
I’m a whimpering mess as Jasper folds himself over the top of me, pushing my shoulders down until my breasts are pressed to the cool earth.
He grabs both my arms and pins them at my back, holding both wrists with one hand as he slams his cock deeper inside me, deep as he can get.
“If you don’t want my cum inside you, say so now,” he warns.
“I do,” I cry. “God, I want it.”
He slaps my ass again, tugging hard on my hair. “No gods here. Only monsters roam these woods.”
“Yes,” I chant, breathing in deep the scents of the forest—pine, and moss, and sacred earth. This is a primal cleansing, a shedding of what once was, a return to nature. “I’m yours, Jasper. Fill me. I want it all. Yours—”
His hold on me is hard enough to bruise as the pounding of his hips becomes erratic. He’s so close. God, he’s mine. I will have him. The sensual sound of our slapping skin blends with the scent of the earth filling my lungs. We are one. No beginning, no end.
“Come with me,” he commands. “Milk this cock, Birdie. Take what’s yours.”
Mine.
“Jasper—” Crying out, I squeeze tight around his thick length, flexing every muscle in my core, as if it might magically keep him locked inside me.
This is where I want him to stay. This is where he belongs.
My name is a breathless sound on Jasper’s lips as he releases, filling me with his cum.
My own orgasm has me feeling weightless and boneless.
I’m floating through some kind of abyss where there is only this feeling of being so full. So used, yet so cherished.
I come back to myself as I feel Jasper’s warm breath in my ear.
He kisses my neck, my shoulder. The weight of him is a comfort.
It’s like he’s physically pressing me back down to earth.
In moments, he’s rising off me. A chill dances over my skin, even on this warm summer day.
He soothes it away with his hands, pulling me off the ground and into his arms. His cock slips free of me, and I feel the leak of his cum dripping down my thighs.
“So perfect,” he murmurs. “Such a good girl. You took me so well.”
I preen under his praise. Then he’s kissing my neck, pulling me to my feet. I’m unsteady, disoriented. Lord only knows what I look like, standing here naked in nothing but my boots, pine needles stuck to my knees, cum soaking my stretched pussy.
Turning me, Jasper claims my mouth. His tongue is soft, reverent.
This isn’t a kiss, it’s a blessing. He used me and abused me, worshipped at the altar of my body.
Now here’s my thanks, my pledge of his continuing fidelity.
I smile into the kiss, feeling a new kind of power course through me.
He’ll come back for more of this. He wants it as much as I do.
He smooths my hair back from my face, kissing my brow. I gaze up at him in wonder. “That was perfect,” I hear myself say. Now that the adrenaline is fading, my body is slowly waking up to each exquisite ache and pain.
Jasper’s smile is indulgent. “Do you feel devoured?”
I nod, still catching my breath. “Thoroughly.”
“Then my work here is done. You’re now officially a member of the Burr Island Lonely Hearts Club.”
I sigh with relief, letting the rush of sex endorphins calm and center me. “And you forgive him? From here we all move forward, yes?”
After a moment, Jasper nods. “Yeah. It’s done.” Then he’s turning me, his hands offering the barest push. “Go to him. Let him scent you up close.”
I cross the clearing naked. Showing no fear or hesitation, I walk right up to the wraith. I stand before him with all the confidence of a queen, my body marked and claimed by the witch behind me. “Well?” I say. “Do you approve?”
Dáinn’s gaze is black with hunger as he traces his eyes along my body, missing nothing.
The creature feels very close to the surface as he slowly rises to his feet.
True to his promise, he looks but doesn’t touch, only leaning in close enough to my neck to inhale my new scent.
His exhale is a low rasping rattle, wholly inhuman. “So beautiful,” he purrs. “So ours.”