Chapter 15 Ash #2
He kissed me again, slow and deep, as his slick fingers trailed down my body. When he reached between my legs, circling my hole with gentle pressure, I tensed.
“Just relax,” he whispered against my lips. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
I nodded, trying to force my muscles to unclench. Silver’s fingers were slick with lube, warm and patient as they explored my body. My shadows pulsed around us, responding to every spike of nervousness and anticipation that shot through me.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, pressing just the tip of one finger inside. “You’re doing good, baby.”
The intrusion felt strange at first, foreign but not painful. Silver worked slowly, letting me adjust to the sensation before pressing deeper. His other hand stroked my thigh soothingly, grounding me.
“How does that feel?” he asked, his silver eyes locked on my face.
“Weird,” I admitted. “But… good.”
He smiled, moving his finger carefully, searching for something. When he found it, my entire body jolted, pleasure sparking up my spine so intensely I gasped.
“There we go,” Silver murmured, his voice smug. “Found it.”
He stroked that spot again, and my cock, which had been half-hard, sprang back to full attention. I’d never felt anything like this before. Pleasure radiated from inside me, making my legs shake and my breath shallow.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my hips rolling down onto his finger. “Do that again.”
Silver obliged, adding a second finger as he continued to work me open. The stretch burned slightly, but the pleasure outweighed any discomfort. My shadows darkened further, wrapping around Silver’s wrists like they wanted to pull him closer.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned, watching his fingers disappear inside me. “And so beautiful.”
I whimpered at his words, my hands grasping at the sheets. When he added a third finger, the stretch was more intense, bordering on too much. But Silver was patient, working me open slowly, hitting that spot inside me that made me moan in ways I didn’t know I could.
“I think you’re ready,” he said eventually, withdrawing his fingers. I felt empty without them, clenching around nothing.
“Please,” I heard myself beg. “Silver, I need—”
“I know,” he soothed, slicking up his cock with more lube. “I’ve got you.”
He positioned himself between my legs, the thick head of his cock pressing against my hole. My heart hammered in my chest as I realized this was really happening.
“Look at me,” Silver commanded gently, and I dragged my eyes to his face. “Stay with me, okay? If it’s too much, just tell me.”
I nodded, unable to form words. He pressed forward slowly, and the stretch was immediately more intense than his fingers had been. I gasped, my hands flying to his shoulders.
“Breathe,” he reminded me, holding still to let me adjust. “Just breathe through it.”
I forced myself to take deep breaths, willing my body to relax. Slowly, the burn faded into something else… a fullness that felt incredible and overwhelming all at once.
“That’s it,” Silver murmured, his thumb stroking my hip soothingly. “You’re so beautiful like this, baby… taking my cock so well.”
He pressed forward another inch, and I felt myself stretch around him in ways I’d never imagined. My shadows writhed frantically around us, responding to the intensity of sensation flooding through my body. The bracers grew hot against my wrists as they struggled to contain my magic.
“More,” I gasped, surprising myself with how much I meant it. “I can take more.”
Silver groaned at my words, his control visibly fraying. He pushed deeper, filling me inch by devastating inch until finally, I felt his hips flush against mine. He was fully inside me, and the fullness was almost unbearable in the best possible way.
“Fuck, Ash,” he breathed, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. “You feel incredible.”
I couldn’t respond. My brain had short-circuited somewhere between the stretch and the pleasure and the overwhelming rightness of having him inside me. My hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his purple skin.
“I need a second,” Silver admitted, his voice strained. “If I move right now, this is going to be over way too fast.”
The fact that I affected him that much sent a surge of pride through me. I shifted my hips experimentally, and Silver’s whole body shuddered.
“Don’t,” he warned, but his voice was more plea than command. “Seriously, baby. I’m barely holding on here.”
I smiled, feeling a power I’d never experienced before. “Then don’t hold on.”
His silver eyes snapped to mine, dark with lust and something deeper. “You sure about that?”
Instead of answering, I wrapped my legs around his waist and rolled my hips again. Silver cursed, his control snapping. He pulled back and thrust forward, and suddenly I understood why people made such a big deal about sex.
The pleasure was immediate and intense, especially when he angled his hips and hit that spot inside me that made my entire body light up. I cried out, my back arching off the bed as he set a steady rhythm.
“There?” he asked, though the smug tone suggested he already knew the answer.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
He didn’t. Each thrust drove deeper, harder, hitting that perfect spot over and over until I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could only feel.
My shadows went completely wild, no longer contained by the bracers at all.
They filled the room, crawled up the walls, wrapped around us both like living things.
I should have been worried about losing control again, about what might happen if my magic spiraled out. But I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not when Silver was inside me, moving with a rhythm that felt like it was designed specifically to drive me insane.
“Touch yourself,” Silver commanded, his voice rough. “We’ll cum together.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. My hand wrapped around my aching cock, stroking in time with Silver’s thrusts. The dual sensations—the fullness of him inside me and the friction of my own hand—were almost too much to bear.
“That’s it,” Silver groaned, his pace becoming more erratic. “Fuck, you look so good like this. Taking my cock, stroking yourself... I’m not gonna last.”
“Me neither,” I gasped, feeling that familiar pressure building again, somehow even more intense than before. My shadows pulsed with each thrust, darkening and lightening in rhythm with our bodies.
Silver shifted his angle slightly, and suddenly every thrust was hitting that perfect spot inside me more intensely than before. I cried out, my hand moving faster on my cock as the pleasure built to an impossible peak.
“Silver,” I moaned, my free hand clutching at his shoulder. “I’m gonna—”
“Do it,” he commanded, his hips snapping forward hard. “Cum for me, baby.”
His words pushed me over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me even more intensely than the first, pleasure exploding behind my eyes as I came hard across my stomach and chest. My hole clenched around Silver’s cock, and I heard him curse as his own rhythm faltered.
“Fuck, Ash,” he groaned, thrusting deep one final time before I felt him pulse inside me. A sudden heat filled my insides, his cock delivering another burst of warmth with each throb. I’d never felt anything so wonderful.
My shadows exploded outward in a spectacular display, and distantly I heard more things crash and shatter around the room.
But I couldn’t focus on that, not when waves of pleasure were still rolling through my body, not when Silver was collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing hard and trembling.
We stayed like that for several long moments, neither of us willing or able to move. Silver’s weight was comforting, grounding me as I slowly came back to myself. My shadows gradually receded, though they remained more active than usual, swirling lazily around us.
“You okay?” Silver asked eventually, lifting his head to look at me with concern.
“Better than okay,” I admitted, feeling a dopey smile spread across my face. “I feel… different.”
“Yeah?” he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “Thanks for letting me take your V-card. It was beautiful.”
He carefully pulled out, and I winced at the loss. I felt empty, sore in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Silver disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, returning with a warm washcloth to clean me up.
The tenderness of the gesture made my chest tight. He was so careful, so gentle as he wiped away the evidence of what we’d done. When he finished, he tossed the cloth aside and pulled me into his arms.
And I’d never felt so at home in my entire life.