Chapter Twenty-Five
Hyacinth
Hyacinth didn’t want to question how she knew her body this carnally.
How she knew if she circled her clit with two fingers at the right pressure while he sank one of his heavy fingers in her, that she’d flood the lab.
Her legs trembled as he curled right up into her walls, right as she asked him.
Head falling back, heels against the edge of the metal slab, she bucked up and off it as he tapped that sweet spot inside her.
Stars exploded behind her eyes. Her wings kept her from falling back and cracking her head open.
They rattled against the metal beneath her as her hips rolled with the waves of pleasure.
It crashed over her and nearly drowned her.
Hyacinth knew a few things without having to be taught.
How to make her walls flutter, with or without Austin’s help.
Though it was significantly more appealing with his help, she didn’t like being this aroused without him.
How to instruct him to slide a second finger in while the height of orgasm still made her brain hazy.
And how to stretch herself for him. And I want him.
When given the choice, Hyacinth also knew she liked girth.
She liked the idea of stretching. Of size difference.
There was something whispering at the back of her head, telling her to throw her body over the lip of the worktable and let him ram her from behind.
Tingles prickled at her scalp, and she stashed away the image for when they were upstairs.
No, we’re saving that for when I tell him to bend me over the bed.
Much softer. Kinder on her skin and her aching nipples.
Those, thankfully, Austin tended to without being told.
He leaned over her, letting her use his fingers to fuck her silly while he kissed her nipples.
His soft tongue tended to their ache and left her whole body buzzing.
When she finally felt ready to take him, she popped him off one with a wet smack.
Those lips went to her instead. She didn’t have to tell him the next part.
A simple tug around his cock pulled him closer.
His knees knocked against something, but the clatter of things was ignored.
The only thing on either of their minds was getting her legs wrapped around his waist.
And sliding him in.
Her eyes rolled back in her head even though her eyes were already closed.
Her fingers dug trenches in his shoulders as he pressed the fat tip of his cock into her.
The warm buzzing in her veins kicked up a notch and she moaned into his mouth.
Austin tested it. Rocking in and out till she pressed her heels into the back of his hips, forcing him in another inch.
Hyacinth broke away from his mouth only an inch. “More.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I’ll tell you to stop when it’s too much. More, Austin.”
He moaned against her lips, smashing their lips together again as he thrust in another inch.
It sent her world into a tailspin. She cried out into his mouth.
Toes curled, her hips lifted just slightly.
Austin continued his routine of thrusting in and out, shallow tiny movement that let her adjust before she pressed her heels in again.
More. He obeyed and would thrust in another inch that caused her to suck in air.
His air. That tilled earth, metallic rain, delightfully Austin scent that coated the inside of her lungs.
Essentially stuffing herself, in every possible way, with him.
His fingers wrapped around her tenderly.
It was Hyacinth who urged him on. She needed more.
So. Much. More. He thrust in deeper. The stretch made her head fall back and his mouth coated her exposed throat in kisses.
His thrusts were less shallow, more long, languid movements.
It dragged his cock in and out of her. She could feel the heavy vein around the middle and the edge around his mushroom-tipped end, simply because there was no way to ignore it.
Austin took up every inch. Stuffed himself inside every nook and cranny and she was delirious as she slid back against the slab.
Back flat against the cold metal, she panted her last command, “All of you, Austin. I want all of it.”
He thrust forward till she felt his hips knock against her and their skin made full contact.
Her walls clenched around him. It sent her straight into another orgasm.
Her thighs shook and Austin kindly wrapped his hands around them.
Wave after vicious wave rolled over her till she could finally see straight.
He stood still, waiting until she could breathe again.
Then she pressed her heels into him again and he chuckled in response.
“Are you sure?”
“Very.” She slapped her palms flat against the table. It was a struggle, her weak muscles and all, but she managed to sit back up. “I want you to fuck me, Austin. And I don’t want you to be gentle either. I want you to stuff me so full of you that there’s no room for Sabine.”
His eyes widened, every inch overtaken by the obsidian center. “Anything you want, my flower.”
Her insides quivered. Austin leaned over her, their lips barely brushing.
Everything was so still, it ached to be left on the edge of delicious pleasure.
When he finally pressed his lips to hers, he dragged his cock back out of her.
Just the tip, he toyed with her. Austin broke the kiss and in quick succession, grabbed her hard by the hips, thrust forward, and bottomed out inside her.
Hyacinth’s arms wavered at her side, but her wings rattled behind her once more to compensate.
His hips snapped back and forth, stuffing his battering ram for a cock into her.
Over and over, a punishing pace that made her want to act up.
Just to be worthy of something so good. Her head rolled back further involuntarily.
The sound of their bodies meeting rapidly echoed off the walls.
It was lewd and wet and perfect. Her toes were curled to the point she could feel the ache.
Hyacinth shifted a smidgen more, letting him bury himself deeper.
She wanted him so deep she could taste his cum again.
As her wings gave in and she sank back down to the table once more, she let her body give in. Pleasure left her loose, unattached to reality but still able to enjoy it. Warmth bloomed in her belly, the stretch making everything tingly.
Something slithered down her arms and her head lulled to the side.
She glanced down at her side as she watched a snake made of brown bark and green vines creep down her skin.
It twirled around her thighs, growing out of her ribs.
As she lifted her arm away from her side, she saw a small hole.
The first snake branch wrapped around her legs, a second slipping out from her ribs.
Soil hit the tabletop and she was frozen in that moment.
She searched the room for Sabine, for the ghost that haunted her. This isn’t her. Something in her knew. Just like she knew pleasure. Just like she knew pain. This she knew was her.
My magic is of the earth. A voice that only belonged to her filled her skull.
Her gaze slid up around Austin to find vines growing out from behind him.
They curled around his shoulders and wrapped around his torso.
He was so focused on her, on the pleasure, he didn’t see the straps her branches made for him.
As they thickened, the pressure of holding her legs up eased.
It tied her to him, allowing him to drive himself harder.
Pleasure tickled behind her clit as she watched little leaves, deep green with purple veins, bloom across his chest. He looks so good covered in leaves and flowers.
As the thought occurred, little white flower bloomed in pockets around the thicker bands of her vines.
They branched off and suddenly he was bound but not restrained.
Austin finally opened his eyes, and she grabbed ahold of the bindings.
They held fast, allowing her to pull herself up full.
His arms wrapped around her. Hugging her tight, he thrust up into her.
The pull of her body falling back down onto him mixed with the thrill of him bouncing her up made her dizzy. Her thighs clenched.
“I’m going—Austin,” she panted, unable to manage the oxygen to speak. Her magic finally stopped spreading. Hyacinth whimpered his name followed by incoherent rambling. “Just like that, yes-yes!”
Hyacinth kissed him with all the might in her body as her insides clenched down around him.
He moaned into it. Suddenly the sound of wet flesh smacking together was replaced by their heavy breathing.
His hands fell to the slab for stability.
Her hands, curled around little handles strapped across his chest, were stronger than ever.
Her legs were supported by the vines woven around her legs to her ankles.
Austin let out a nervous laugh, “Your magic. It makes so much sense.”
“What does?” She gulped down his air, unable to fill her husks for lungs.
“The Dryad. The spider plant thing. You’re the one who’s been doing those things.” He pulled back enough to smile at her. “Because we’ve been…well it’s always when we’re fooling around.”
“Oh,” she furrowed her brow. Did I do that? “No! No, the Dryad happened before we kissed!”
Austin chuckled, “Yes, but the spider plant—”
“That one was probably my fault,” she murmured as shame crept up like a burn across her neck and cheeks. “I don’t even realize I’m doing it.”
“You’ll have to ask Lord Rosemont about that. I don’t have magic. I just know what it feels like when someone uses it. And, you know, I thought that kiss was magical.”
Hyacinth beamed, wiggling happy in her restraints. “You did?”