Chapter 40 #4
“Please, oh gods, please—Thrax, I’m going to come...” My mouth babbled nonsense because language was useless against what he was doing.
Heat coiled in my lower stomach, wrapping tighter and tighter, my whole body tensing and my knees threatening to give. I pulsed and clenched around him, trying to hold myself as the tide washed towards me in ragged, hungry waves.
“Thrax, please, yes. Don’t stop, I’m coming,” I pleaded desperately.
He didn’t.
And then I was screaming, my voice unrecognisable in my own ears, my climax sweeping me off my feet and thrusting me into an endless ripple of electricity.
My spine arched off the bed, my hands unmoving, muscles clenched in involuntary spasms. My body folded and shook and then folded again beneath the relentless, greedy strokes.
“Yes, Sanora. Come on my cock. I want to know what you feel like coming around my cock.”
The image of his face hovered behind my lids and drove me harder into the sensation until I had nothing left but the two of us and the rhythm that took us.
“Good girl, now give me another one.”
I shook my head, dizzy and barely acquainted with my own limbs as my pussy clenched and unclenched like it had its own heartbeat, trying to regain shape.
“More, more, Sanora,” he insisted.
I shook my head again, teary and gasping even as I knew I wouldn’t last long. In two minutes or less, he would have me breaking apart again.
Thrax let go of my hips and hooked his arms under my thighs, hauling my legs up and lining them against his chest and over his shoulders without losing pace. He wrapped his arms around my knees as he fucked me, each thrust angling into parts of me that hadn’t been touched before.
Outside the window, creatures wailed. Inside, all that existed was the drum of him and the furnace of my body.
Suddenly, I felt his finger press down to my clit, circling frantically while his cock still fucked me senseless. The combination was cruel and perfect.
“Oh fuck, too much, Thrax, too much.” A high, helpless sound left me as I squirmed against the invisible hold that pinned my hands over my head. His finger only moved faster, more demanding, as if to tell me there was no such thing as too much with him.
“Come for me again. Scream my name and come for me. Let them hear you in the skies,” he ordered, and my body answered.
My pussy clamped down so fiercely on him that he released a deep grunt in response. I begged and screamed and begged some more, my breath ragged.
He pulled out before I was even done climaxing, making me gasp at the sudden emptiness he left behind. My walls tightened reflexively, aching with the memory of him. There was no doubt I’d be feeling him for days and weeks to come.
Thrax looped his arms under my thighs and turned me over with a single flip so my chest hit the bed, my hands finally free from the awful, lovely restraint. He spanked me and said, “Kneel.”
I would, but I couldn’t move. My body was jelly, bones like water as I panted, trying to fill my lungs with air.
But then, Thrax slid his hand under my waist, hauling me up onto my knees and tipping my upper body down until I rested on my elbows.
He didn’t wait for me to settle—he simply used the position to take me with no warning, thrusting into me fast while I still struggled to catch my breath.
The new angle cut deeper, hit places he’d been grazing earlier and now found full-on. But my body was bending and reshaping to fit Thrax just well.
“Please, please, please.” I didn’t know what I was begging for, but I loved that I was even begging and he wasn’t answering.
The sound of our skin slapping was nearly not heard under another loud clap of thunder in the sky. My hands curled into the sheet, my body a mess of sweats as he thrust in over and over again, listening to none of my pleadings.
My mouth opened and shut around ragged breaths. He pushed, I broke, and both of us resurrected from the wreckage.
And before I knew it, another climax was approaching, quick and inevitable. “Come with me, Thrax. Please come with me,” I begged the only god I knew in the room.
“I’m right fucking behind you, sweetheart.”
It was then it dawned on me that we were not using any sort of protection, and as much as I wanted to feel Thrax’s cum shooting inside me, it wasn’t really a soothing idea to be pregnant with his child.
Seeing his own child grow and die might be his worst heartache.
..unless the curse also affected his generation?
Either way, I wasn’t ready for that. Not yet—
The wave hit and I...just lost my mind. Again.
He pulsed inside me, heavy and thick, grips tight on my hips as his own orgasm thundered through him.
He held himself from spilling inside me, driving a few ragged thrusts before a guttural grunt ripped from his chest as he pulled out, physically hurt that he had to do that.
My pussy clenched desperately around emptiness, aching, already mourning the loss of him filling me to the brim.
The sound of his fist working his cock followed, then came his deep, feral, near-animal sound as his hot cum splattered across my skin, streaking lower, warm rivers spilling down my back.
My body reacted instantly, heat spiralling, my cunt clamping hard on nothing, greedy for what I’d just been denied.
When he let me go, I slumped forward, completely exhausted. He leaned down and pressed kisses along my spine, his breath hot against my skin. The action was oddly tender—the aftershock of brutality softened with small acts of affection.
He untied the blindfold and lifted it away, fingers lingering on my cheeks as if checking I was still whole. “You good?” he asked.
I couldn’t even lift a limb, and when I responded, my lips were barely moving. “I’m not.”
He chuckled low in his chest, the sound a beautiful music to my ears. We lay there for a few minutes, gathering the pieces of ourselves.
Thrax finally hauled me up and carried me to the bathroom because I was too exhausted to walk properly. He set me down gently on the tiles and did most of the washing since all my body wanted was to sleep. Warm water ran over us, washing away the salt and sweat and the evidence of what we did.
He dried my hair, and I slid into one of his shirts, his scent swallowing me. We went back to the bed wrapped in the quiet aftercare, his arm around my ribs, chest pressed to my back where I could feel the slow beat of him.
I exhaled a long, ragged breath and felt something like contentment settle in my bones. I felt cared for, cradled in a way only Thrax could show—with both animal hunger and walloping tenderness.
Outside, the rain had slowed and the screeches were gone. The thunder was now a low, rolling thing, as if the world itself was done raging when we climaxed.
I rested my hand over his on my stomach and sighed. He was warm and steady beneath my palm.
“When you saved me from the Pylath that day, did you undress me to cleanse the poison from my body?” I asked, sleepy and half curious.
“Hmm.” He murmured against my hair. “When did you figure that out?”
“Over time,” I yawned.
We lay in the silence for a while, the sound of rain a lullaby to my ears.
“Sweet dreams, Nher,” his deep voice rumbled, soft and gruff at the same time.
“What does Nher mean?” I asked.
I was already on the sweet edge of sleep when he finally responded. “It means light.”