25. Compromise
Compromise
Eamon
Every version of Isla is beautiful, but this one takes my breath away.
We played and fucked far into the night, and for the first time, she didn't panic over me trying to stay with her and hold her while she slept. No sign of the anxiety she usually feels when I don't leave immediately after sex.
I haven't slept, which isn't really a problem. The real issue is the level of discomfort I'm reaching. I've been teetering on the edge of the mattress, struggling not to fall off whilealsonot moving a single muscle so I don't accidentally wakeher.
I've been in this horrible position for nearly seven hours now, since I first noticed that her breathing settled into the deep rhythm of sleep. And I've watched her sleep like a fucking creep all night.
It's still nearly pitch black and part of me wants to claw down the walls around us, wants to watch as the sun rises and paints early morning rays of warmth across her face. Everything here is so cold and artificial.
Over the last fifteen minutes, she's started moving, slowly waking up and wiggling herself further into me as she does. I can't even begin to guess how she'll feel about me still being in her bed, but getting to see her like this might be worth her wrath.
With a feather-light touch, I ease her hair from her face, my hand drifting down her neck and across her collarbone, cataloging every bite mark and hickey I've marked her with. A small smile lifts as I think about how she'll pretend to be furious at them, yet I've caught her more than once touching them absentmindedly, grinning to herself.
A sick feeling comes to my stomach, a realization I'm not ready to face trying to make itself known.
I push the stupid feeling down, focusing instead on the stunning creature snuggling against my chest.Herrelaxed face and wild hair, the way she smells so fucking delicious, even more so than usual, with all her scents mixed thoroughly with mine. She's the embodiment of sex, and right now, she's the scent of it, too.
My perusal continues down to where my black shirt drapes around her. The shirt is completely destroyed now. Covered in body fluids, ripped in several places from the grip I used on it when she was wearing it and I bent her over her desk.
She wears nothing beneath it now, the few buttons barely holding it together, hiding all the good stuff from me but taunting me with it nonetheless.
A sleepy sigh escapes through her lips, and I feel a burning desire to kiss another from them. She's barely approaching consciousness, and already, I have to touch her again.
Her eyes flutter open and land on mine, and I wait for her to kick me out, yell at me, pull away. I never know what to expect from her, the hot or the cold. So I wait.
A tiny smile spreads her lips, her sleepy eyes so warm and vulnerable I can't move, scared I'm gonna frighten this version of her away.
She doesn't say anything, so I don't either.
With surprising strength, even after all the training we've been doing, she pushes me down by my chest, laying me flat on the bed and straddling my waist. My dick jumps to immediate attention, only too happy to be this close to her warmth again.
Mischief lights up her face as she leans forward, planting hot kisses against my chest, and Christ ,I'm already desperate to be inside her again. I barelymanage tokeep my hands to myself, putting them behind my head to watch while she explores at her own pace.
"You know," she teases against my collarbone, "I still haven't gotten to see what you look like naked in your other form."
I chuckle, "I don't think you're ready for that, Isla." The idea of fucking her like that is both terrifying and incredibly tempting. I can't tell her that nobody has been with me that way. It's almost certainly too big to fit inside someone at that size, and I haven't been willing to harm a partner just to get an orgasm.
"That sounds like a challenge," she sits up, slowly grinding against my dick through my underwear, the heat of her pussy rubbing me decadently. The tattered shirt hangs loosely around us, hiding the spot where our bodies almost meet, giving me small flashes of her thighs bracketing my hips.
With a moan, I let her continue to writhe, soaking in the bliss of this salacious, languid version of her, all soft and slow, like we have all fucking day to get tangled up together. "It's not a challenge," I manage to say, closing my eyes to let her play with my body without me watching. I let her explore without an audience, using me like her own personal, made-to-fit sex toy. "It's just a warning. I genuinely might hurt you."
She giggles, her hands smoothing over my chest before moving one down my stomach, dancing dangerously close to the edge of my underwear before moving back up. The teasing is already driving me crazy. Why wait when I can fuck up into her right now? I can already feel just how wet she is, how hot and fucking ready her body is for me again.
But she wants to play, and I'm happy to be her plaything for a little while if it means she'll keep fucking touching me.
With a quiet moan, she leans forward again, her lips latching onto my neck while her hands on my chest give her leverage to rock back and forth on my length, pulling groans from my chest with every motion. Her hot mouth on my skin, the taunting touch of her tongue against my pulse, everything is brought into vivid color even with my eyes closed.
"I don't think I'd mind being hurt by you," she murmurs, the admission feeling so much deeper than just being about sex. My heart wants to escape my chest from how hard it pounds. But if I so much as react to the plainness in her words, she'll run and hide from me again, and I won't be able to fucking take it. Thankfully for both of us, she's happy to keep us in the safe realm of sordid sexual fantasies instead of admitting what we both already know. "Don't you want to bury that big cock inside me?" she coos right in my ear.
And yes, I fucking do. But I shouldn't .
"Isla," I groan her name. "You're killing me."
Her hands travel up my arms as she keeps planting filthy kisses across my neck, my jaw, down the front of my throat, licking a stripe up it and turning me into fucking putty in her hands as they wrap around my wrists, holding them down above my head.
Neither of us actually believes she could keep me here, but this power play is so fucking sexy I'm gonna let her pretend for as long as I can stand it.
"Come on, Eamon." She moans, loud and low, as she rocks hard against me. "Let out the monster. I wanna sit on it and you can watch as I take every inch. I'll sink down nice and slow, letting that big cock stretch me until it aches."
Jesus Christ.
"I-I can't," I practically wheeze.
" Please, Eamon?" she mewls, her wetness soaking me the longer she teases usboth. "Please let me have it. I need you. All of you."
"Baby," my hips move with hers, not able to keep still any longer with how good she feels. "I can't."
A frustrated whine leaves her lips, her definitely playing it up to send me into outer-fucking-space with her desperation. "Why not?"
Just tell her. It's not a big deal.
"I haven't—" I clear my throat, feeling ridiculous and embarrassed, "I haven't been with anyone like that."
A wicked, sordid laugh radiates in my ear as Isla stops her movements. "You're gonna let me take your monster's virginity."
The finality in her tone, the lilting way she says it... fuck , yeah, she's probably right. A small measure of humiliation clogs my throat, the idea that I'm still somehow a fucking virgin utterly ridiculous. But it's the only first I have left, and it belonging to Isla feels right, somehow.
"Tell me you haven't imagined it," she taunts. "Try to tell me you haven't thought about how fucking good it'll be when you make me come on that giant cock. Struggling to take it. Crying from how fucking full I feel."
Of course, I have—fuck.
A growl builds in my chest, my patience waning. One way or another, I have about thirty seconds before I slam her down on the bed and fill her body with something. My tongue, my dick, my whole fucking hand, I really don't know, but something.
"Tell me," she repeats, pulling on my lobe with her teeth. "Open that pretty mouth and lie to me."
Her echoing my words from however many weeks ago makes me feel like a caged animal, only barely holding onto this semblance of humanity. Even before I open my eyes, I know everything around me will be colored in scarlet when I do. Blood roars in my ears, the pounding of both of our hearts my favorite symphony.
When I do make myself look at her, her expression is taunting, but the pink in her cheeks and hunger in her eyes is unmistakable.
I don't bother lying. "Of course I've thought about it. I've imagined you choking on it, soaking it with saliva and your beautiful tears. Then I've fantasized about sliding it between your legs, gathering all the wetness you love to give me." She licks her lips, staring at my mouth as I confess. "And only when it's dripping wet from your spit and your slick, with precum falling from the tip, would I give it to you. I'd lay you flat on your back, bend you in fucking half, and force you to watch as that greedy cunt swallows every inch."
She frantically nods, her lips wobbling and brows furrowing at the filthy picture I've painted for her.
"I've even imagined the very likely scenario that it'll rip your pretty pussy, soaking my dick further with the sweet scarlet of your blood." Now, her jaw drops. "I've fucked my fist to images of my blood-slicked cock disappearing inside you over and over, making you a mess of blood and cum while you fucking cry and beg for mercy, unable to do anything but come screaming. I want to fuck you with it so mercilessly, so violently that you pass outandI can keep fucking into your unconscious, still orgasming, body."
Her lips smash against mine, her grip on my wrists tightening while she holds me in place, the fantasy of the harm I could do to her, turning her into a frenzied, wild thing. I chase her mouth with mine, moaning as I swipe my tongue against hers, scrambling to keep up with her. She finally releases my hands, burying her fingers into my hair roughly to keep my face firmly in placewhileshe assaults my mouth with her own.
My hands land roughly on her thighs, moving up and taking the shirt with me until I can cradle her bare hips in my hands, my fingers digging into the soft flesh there as she whimpers, pain and pleasure clouding her mind.
I've told her exactly what I want, how I imagine destroying her body, and yet she begs for it with her frantic movements and too-hard grip.
But I can't fucking do it to her. Even though I know we'll both come harder than should even be possible, the aftermath and pain she would be in wouldn't be worth the momentary pleasure.
"Isla," I pant against her mouth, "It's not happening."
"Please," is the only thing she says before continuing the onslaught, trying to empty my head of everything but the fantasies of the disgusting, terrible things I want to do to her.
"No," the word pains me more than she'll ever know, but I can't.
"No?" she repeats, like the word tastes as terrible in her mouth as it did in mine.
I almost whimper fromthe effort ofredirecting her from what we both want. "Can we compromise?"
"Is this a negotiation?" she giggles, her huffs of laughter brushing against my lips.
"No," a grin pulls at my mouth. "It's a compromise. I'm going to change into my bigger form."
" Yes, " she moans, nodding languidly.
"Then you're going to swing this ass," I swat her buttcheek, gripping it roughly, "Around and sit it on my face and I'll fill your pretty pussy with my big tongue. I'm gonna bury the whole thing inside you so I can taste every inch, revel in the flavor of all our shared orgasms still deep within your body."
"Jesus Christ, your mouth is filthy," she seems drunk on my words, mirroring exactly how I feel when I think of what she's going to taste like coming wrapped around my tongue.
"Come make it filthier, baby." I slap her ass again, making her jolt.
Finally, she nods, and I breathe deeply, lettingthe monstrous side of mecome out.The bed sags beneath the extra weight, the springs groaning beneath us as I adjust to at least try and stay on the mattress.
Isla yelps at the sudden change, staringdownat me from her perch. The scent of her fear fills my nostrils, intoxicating me with the mixture of her arousal and trepidation.
There's not a single version of her that doesn't make me feel more alive, but somehow, looking at her through the red haze while she'smostly nakedand happily seated on my dick, she's even more enchanting.
The green in her eyes somehow pops more, her hair falls over her shoulders in a cascade of maroon, resembling a waterfall of blood. The hot liquid pumping through her body screams my name, begging me to have another taste. But if I'm going to taste her again,it's going tobe because she's screaming for it, pleading for it.
She rolls her hips, teasing and taunting, trying one last time to get me to change my mind and fuck her like this. There's no denying I'm tempted; It's all I can think about. But I'm not willing to injure her, especially since it'll take me at least a day to get her to a hospital, and somehow, I don't think my knowledge in combat stitching will be enough to fix a torn pussy.
"Get up here," I order, gripping her ass with my clawed hands and dragging her up my abdomen before she gets any more comfortable sitting atop my way-too-big erection. With a giggle, she finally complies, wiggling and resituating until her cunt and ass are perfectly displayed in front of me.
All I see is her, from her drenched pussy to her tight asshole, her beautifully dimpled cheeks and full, muscular thighs. My clawed hands grip and pull her legs further apart, making her whine and wiggle with anticipation. She holds herself up with one hand, using the other to free me from the remnants of the underwear that tore when I transformed.
The secondshe wraps a warm hand around it, a grunt escapes my lips.The only person who has ever touched it in this form is me, and I'm going to blow my load in less than 30 seconds like a fucking teenager if she keeps going. Her words about me being a virgin echo in my head again, and for the first time in 100 years, I feel like one.
Her hand struggles to fit around it, her fingers not even coming close to touching, but just thatsmalltouch has my balls tightening, wanting to give her everything.
With a growl, I yank on her thighs, planting her right where she belongs on my face. She screams as my tongue makes contact with her clit, the pointed tip flicking against it before I draw small circles around it. Her hand stutters, her mind unable to focus on the ministrations as I work her clit over and over again. She moans my name, her hips moving to chase the high. My clawed fingers dig into the plush flesh of her ass, keeping her still as I work the tip of my tongue inside her.
With a yelp, her hand falls from my dick onto my stomach to keep her somewhat upright. Her vicious nails dig into my abdomen as she mewls and writhes, taking more and more of my long tongue into her body.
Further inside I go, tasting every velvety ridge, every spot that still has my cum lingering in it, the flavor of us together driving me mad with need. My sharp canines graze her bottom, the slight scraping pain making her even wetter around me, drenching my tongue in her sweet juices and helping me get evendeeper.
The image in front of me is so sordid, so fucking delicious I'll never forget this moment.Herbody has swallowed my tongue completely, while my monstrous form is big enough that my teeth could sink intoherass cheeks to keepherin place while I fuckherwith my tongue. Their sharp points barely dimple into her flesh, creating little red marks in her beautiful flesh. If she moves too much, they're definitely going to break skin; the thought of her blood and cum pooling in my mouth makes me fuck my tongue into her harder, groaning and savoring every drop of her slick that falls onto my face.
Her moans quickly turn intosmallscreams, the fullness and wild writhing and pumping inside her, bringing her to the edge of her first orgasm today already. Frantic shouts of pleasure fall out of her mouth over and over, her fingers digging into my skin as the pressure builds, her walls tightening around me.
With a demonic growl, I push even further, bringing her to a screaming orgasm, the hot, smooth cavern around me pulsing and squeezing as I make her take it over and over, expletives and mindless praise echoing around me as she screams. After the final pulse, I gentle my movements, letting her hot liquid run down my tongue and into my waiting mouth.
She tries to move away, overstimulation setting in, but I'm not fucking done yet. So I dig my fingers in further, holding her firmly against me and continuing to feast on my pretty girl's pussy.
"Eamon," she whines. "It's too much."
The pleading makes me break out in goosebumps, loving every second that she's forced to stay in this position, stuck between pain and pleasure. And she loves it, too; her cunt keeps soaking me, keeps giving me all that sweet slick I crave.
I growl, ignoring her pleas, reaching with one hand to grip her hair and force her head down until she's lying flat against my abdomen. Her hands move to my thighs, reaching for some kind of purchase, some way to escape the onslaught.
But she's not going anywhere, trapped against me, her rock-hard nipples dragging against me with every movement, heightening her pleasure.
Both her hands suddenly wrap around my dick, making me jolt and groan, fucking my hips up into her hold.
We both moan, mutual need and heat growing within us. Makinghercome is my favorite pastime, but my fucking god, watching her do the same to me while I fuck my tongue into her body is the hottest thing I've ever seen. I'll let her do anything to me if she keeps working those hands over me. Up and down, one thumb swirling through the tip while the other keeps pumping, all the while she's riding my face, taking her pleasure while forcing me to take mine.
All I can do is hold deathly still, letting her use both my mouth and dick like she owns them—as far as I'm concerned, she does. The squelching sound of her hands pumping me while she fucks herself on my tongue, it's all too much, and I feel the orgasm already building in the depths of my spine.
She whines, trying to wiggle away from my mouth and towards my dick.
"I wanna suck on it," she begs. "Let me put it in my mouth."
My mind blanks, my hips jolting up in her hands. There's no way she can reach it with her mouth and sit on my face at the same time, but holy fuck, I want to come in her mouth so bad it aches . I ease my tongue halfway out,alreadylamenting the loss of her warmth. Giving her just enough space to wiggle down until she can reach, I grab a pillow to place under my head so I can watch her work.
The second her hot mouth wraps around the tip, still using both hands to pump up and down my length, an embarrassing whine forces itself out of me, the wet warmth of that cavern a pleasure so deep I can feel it in whatever version of a soul I have. She moans around me, the vibration making my balls draw up already.
I pull my tongue out of her body to warn her, "Baby, I'm really not gonna last if you keep doing that."
In response, she sucks harder, swirling her tongue around the beading tip, and I shout a surprised and desperate sound. Each motion drags me closer to the edge, careening towards it with reckless abandon.
With a determined growl, I spread her legs, using my tongue to rub against her clit, drawing out muffled, filthy screams. Her motions stutter, and I use my grip on her nape to keep her moving, fucking just the tip of my dick further into her mouth while I make her legs shake with my tongue.
She takes more of my dick into her mouth, more of me being swallowed up by that wet heat as her cunt drools all over my tongue and chest. She's so fucking close . I know the second she falls apart, I'm going to unload in that pretty mouth.
Her filthy screams and shaking legs urge me on, needing one more orgasm from her before I'm willing to have my own. Grunts and groans fall endlessly out of my mouth, the scents and sights and fucking taste assaulting my senses overwhelming.
Yes. Fuck yes, gorgeous. Soak my fucking chest and face.
I don't know if Iactuallyprojected the thought into her mind orif Ijust thought it, but either way, she comes screaming, doingexactlyas I asked.Her hot pussy leaks juices all over me, bathing my pecs with liquid heat as her orgasm crashes into her. It's all just too much, and I cum into her mouth with a roar, pumping up into her again and again, forcing us both to ride out every drop of the orgasm.
Isla gags, the ribbons of cum coating her mouth and throat almost too much. But she powers through, swallowing me down with desperate moans and whimpers.
Finally wholly spent, she takes her mouth off me, laying her head on my stomach, panting. With a final soft lick of her opening, collecting all her juices, I let my tongue slither back into my mouth, sighing in relief.
I massage Isla's thighs, her ass, watching as her body continues to drip slick onto me, the remnants of her orgasm falling out of that gorgeous hole.
"You're so beautiful," I tell her honestly. "Every inch of you is perfection. From your vicious mouth to this pretty little freckle right between my two favorite parts of your body."
She chuckles, quiet and breathy.
With all the gentleness I can manage, I lift her, turning her body until she's nestled against my chest. Her breathing almost evens out, and I notice a small dribble of my cum at the corner of her mouth. Without hesitation, I reach out and lick it from her face.
She opens one eye suspiciously, "Doesn't that gross you out?"
"No," I chuckle. "I just drank a bunch of my cum from inside of your body. Why would this be any different?"
She sleepily shrugs, "I don't know. Some guys don't like it."
"Yeah, well..." I try not to let jealousy seep into my spine from even the thought that other people have gotten to be with Isla this way. I try, and I fail. "I don't really think you need to be worrying about what other guys like anymore. Or other people, at all."
If my possessiveness frightens her, she doesn't say anything; shejust laughs at it like it's silly. She can't possibly understand how serious I am, but she'snot ready for that conversation either, so I let it go for now, changing the subject, "If you think this means you're getting out of training this morning, you're dead wrong."
She groans, "Are you serious?"
"Yes, I'm serious. We're leaving soon for New York and I need to know that you're ready to face whatever we might run into there." I don't want to fucking go at all, but I'm not willing to take it from her.
She's going to be ready.
She has to be ready.
I lick her cheek, a kiss of sorts, making her giggle, "I'll give you five minutes to get ready. Meet me in the kitchen for breakfast."