Chapter 6 The Fantasy #2
He had considered letting her come before he took her this way, especially after the show she’d put on with the knife, but the deeply sadistic part of him that relished watching her when she was in discomfort that he inflicted had won out. He was supposed to be living out his fantasy after all.
He worked deliberately. Carefully. Pushing his entire hand into her bit by bit. She shivered under him with the effort of keeping still as the lust crawled through her and filled her to bursting.
When he was in all the way to the wrist, he waited for her breathing to calm before he slowly withdrew and started all over again.
He worked his way a little deeper each time, marveling at the way she continued to open for him.
He fisted her until she was sobbing noisily.
Pausing with his hand inside her, his greedy gaze raked her sweaty, exposed body as she shivered with unslaked lust.
This was how he liked her best, completely undone and helpless. She was a captive of her desire, pliant and eager. Gods, he couldn’t wait to fuck her.
“Do you want to come like this? Stretched wide over my whole fucking arm?”
Her body quivered around him. “Yes,” she whined, desperate and breathless. “Please.” Her voice was so perilously hopeful.
He had some idea how much it cost her to put her brassy attitude aside because it was what he wanted. Denying her that release was like stretching a tight and aching muscle. “Too bad.”
She whimpered and sniffled as he withdrew his hand slowly and pushed it in one more time.
By the time he was done, he was drunk on her tears.
He prowled over her body, looming over her with a possessive growl.
Exhausted as she was, she still spread her thighs for him obediently.
He couldn’t get over how slutty she was for him, no matter what he did to her.
He gripped the tie of her hood and pulled it tight, until it was right on the cusp of cutting off her breath, and then slid his rock-hard cock into her trembling pussy.
When he was all the way in, he braced his thighs against the backs of hers and settled his weight over her. She panted under him, her chest rising and falling against him.
She jerked in surprise when he leaned so his mouth was brushing the fabric covering her ear and said in a soft voice, “I thought long and hard about what my fantasy might be.” He stared down into the featureless hood. “Honestly, I only have one. I’d like to tell you about it.”
She nodded immediately.
“All satyrs are shapeshifters. Some of us choose to go around in a very human-looking guise to blend in. I’ve never done that.” He touched her throat with his thumb, pressing lightly until she squirmed. “The form you’ve seen is very close to my true form, with one notable exception.”
He paused to gather his nerve. “The cock that’s inside of you right now, the one I’ve fucked you with for weeks, isn’t mine. It’s a humanized version.” He let his tongue trace the outline of her ear through the fabric. “In all my years, I’ve never fucked anyone with my own dick.”
She grabbed his arm. She didn’t say anything. Didn’t make a sound. He might have hated her if she’d pitied him in that vulnerable moment, but she didn’t. All she did was turn her head to the side in complete submission, exactly the way she did when he was fucking her to sleep.
He leaned to kiss her throat, then decided that wasn’t enough and kissed her through the hood.
She moaned as he laved her open lips with his tongue through the fabric. Gods it was filthy, and she fucking loved it every bit as much as he did. He triggered the change and hissed with pain. It felt like he was being ripped apart and put back together. Every time.
Her mouth distended into an O behind the fabric as he thickened and lengthened.
He backed out most of the way, not wanting to press on her cervix with too much pressure.
He knew by now that she liked a bit of contact there, but didn’t want to risk hurting her too much.
The balance between pleasure and pain for her was precarious after the way he’d used her.
Her back arched as he filled her completely, adjusting to make herself more comfortable under him. “Holy fuck,” she whispered, her fingers curling to hold his arm in a death grip.
He reached to untie the hood, because he had to see her face.
When he pulled it free, her expression was lust-hazed but not afraid.
He leaned to nuzzle her cheek, and she turned to offer her mouth to him.
He kissed her like the treasure she was, pouring every bit of aching feeling thrumming in his chest into her.
With a satisfied groan he felt all the way to the tips of his hooves, he started to ply her with slow strokes. With his own cock. She felt like molten velvet around him, and it was absolute bliss. He was so much more sensitive like this, but he’d only ever gotten off in this form with his own hand.
He loosened the magical ties that bound her lust but didn’t set the counterhex that he generally used that made her climax non-stop. If she was going to come around his cock in this form, he wanted it to be for real.
She shuddered under him when he pushed deep.
Talon took a few deep breaths to resist moving. He was in past the ridge now, but he wanted so much more. “Too much?”
She shook her head. “Just right.”
He needed her even more turned on if he was going to get the rest of the way in. “Rub your clit for me, sweetheart.”
She reached between them and did as he asked, biting into her bottom lip when he pulled back slightly. Her head lolled to one side as he pushed in again until he felt resistance.
She whirled her fingers in small circles and her hips rose another inch. Her breath stuttered. “Holy fuck, it’s so good,” she murmured.
She fucked herself forward and back along that one inch while strumming her clit as if she couldn’t resist, even though it obviously hurt. He stayed perfectly still and watched her face. She was stunning.
Her back bowed and she cried out, an orgasm rushing over her.
He groaned when she clenched around him like a vice and had to concentrate not to drive into her frantically to reach his own climax. He fisted his hands into the blanket and gritted his teeth.
When her breathing slowed once more and she had eased back from the edge, he started to move again.
The orgasm had relaxed her further, letting him get nearly all the way in now.
He plied her with long, slow strokes that would eventually drive him mad, but he didn’t care because she felt so godsdamned good.
He needed just a little more and knew exactly how to get her there, with the darkest fantasy of hers that he’d been saving for a special occasion like this one.
Repositioning himself, he lifted partway off her and settled all his weight on his left hand. His right hand wrapped around her throat. “By the way, I’m in that slutty cunt of yours bare.”
Her eyes widened. “No,” she gasped. “You can’t finish inside. You—” He tightened his fingers to cut off her whining.
When her pussy fluttered around him, he smiled viciously. “I’m tired of playing this game with you. You’re going to take every drop of my seed, so deep that you’ll taste it.”
He pumped into her lazily twice, then shoved in hard. She spluttered for breath when he released his hold.
When she started to protest again, he tightened his grip. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. Her arousal swelled until he could taste it on his tongue as he fucked into her. He loosened his fingers again so she could breathe as he backed out and pushed in again.
It was the lack of control that really got her going. He’d known that all along. Now that he’d taken even that last little bit away, she was more turned on for him than she’d ever been.
He worked her that way for several slow minutes, until she’d taken every godsdamned inch of him. He stroked his hand over the column of her throat as he leaned down to growl, “I’m going to breed you now, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped. “Please don’t. Not inside—”
He closed his fist again, harder. Her mouth dropped open wordlessly and her eyes grew wide. Her head tilted back to push into his grip, her hips opening to him in the same instant. Now that she’d surrendered, he started to fuck her in earnest.
She took his entire length, and it was glorious.
He pushed into her again and again, snarling when she tightened around him.
In his entire long life, he’d never fucked anyone like this, and she met every brutal thrust with even more lust. She whimpered as she came once more, her body going limp in the aftermath.
He rammed into her, relishing the wet sounds of her cunt as he slid home. Hanging on by his fingernails, he fucked into her for as long as he could, not wanting the bliss to end, but eventually the pleasure overwhelmed him.
He bottomed out one last time and roared in triumph. His cock swelled inside his perfect witch as he emptied into her. He wouldn’t have been able to dislodge himself right now even if he wanted to, which he definitely did not. She was going to take every drop, just as he’d said.
Every sexy-as-fuck inch of this witch was his—inside and out. He’d caught her, and there was no getting away.
With a grunt, he collapsed atop her, completely exhausted, and she wrapped her arms around him. The intimacy of the moment started to make him twitchy, but he settled over her and just breathed her in until the feeling passed. Maybe it was the witch who had caught him after all.
After a few quiet minutes Beam said in a sleepy voice, “I like your real cock better,” and turned his entire world upside down.