9. Sacrifice and Worship #3
I released her wrist, anchoring that hand down on her hip while my fingers found her opening and stroked inside.
Our mouths clashed together with biting, hungry kisses—her little moans like the sweetest siren’s call as I curled my fingers against her walls, the hard nub of her clit rolling under my thumb.
“Your cock,” she growled drunkenly, her forehead pressing against mine. “Fuck me, Stavros.”
“Think I can get you close?” She looked on her way there—hips bucking against my hand, sexy, ragged breaths dragging out of her chest, eyes hooded and shining red as she stroked me from root to tip.
“Not close enough,” she whined. “Please, Stavros.”
God, how could I tell her no? My hand withdrew from her with a wet sound, fingers dragging up her belly, between her breasts, caressing over her throat until they found sanctuary in the wet heat of her mouth.
I nudged my stiff length against her entrance, wanting to tease her some more, but also needing her as badly as she begged for me to fill her. “Devya…” Her name ripped from me as I surged forward, sinking into the best feeling that had ever wrapped around my cock.
“Mmph!” She sucked ravenously at my fingers, tasting herself with abandon as that tongue—God, that tongue—flicked over my fingertips and lit up nerve endings that I didn’t know existed. I guess everything could be an erogenous zone when fucking a succubus.
I pulled my fingers out of her mouth with a loud pop, slamming both hands on either side of the altar to hold myself up as I slammed into her.
“Yes,” she cried out, arms embracing me to pull me closer. “Yes, Stavros, yes…”
My face fell to her neck, sucking and kissing along the line of her shoulder to her jaw.
Her thighs squeezed around my hips, nails drawing lines into my back that hurt so good.
Her pussy felt like it was made for me. I wondered if that was a succubus thing, that she molded herself to squeeze around my cock with perfect sensation and pressure as I dragged in and out.
Dragging my hands across the altar, I held her waist for leverage, lost in her touch and sweet sounds as I crashed into her.
With a soft moan, Deyva leaned back slowly, dragging her fingers down my chest as she rolled her spine down to the flat surface.
The candlelight flickered over her bare skin, bathing her stretched out torso in a golden glow.
Deep shadows accentuated her curves and features, making her look even more otherworldly.
But she was real. My succubus, my dream girl, my downfall, and my salvation.
My thrusts grew desperate and hurried, crashing violently into her soft flesh.
I ran a greedy hand up her body, needing to feel more than the velvety softness squeezing around my cock.
My hand made a detour at each breast, pulling and rolling her nipples until her scream reached the rafters.
She squeezed around me when I cupped the back of her neck.
I remembered how much she liked that the first time, and forced her head still as I leaned over to pull another kiss from her mouth.
We were both desperate for release now—I could feel it the frenzied way she kissed me. How she pulled me down on top of her with inhuman strength, maximizing our skin-to-skin contact as her heels dug into my ass.
“Stavros, yes, more, like that…” Her whines, whimpers, and pleas were my fucking undoing.
“Deyva…”
Her name on a choked moan was my last word before my pleasure crested without warning. I felt light, bodiless, and yet anchored to her as my release surged through me. Just as she said, her pussy convulsed around me to match the jerks and throbs of my cock, wringing every last drop from me.
My weightlessness turned to heaviness, a deep, satisfying fatigue settling into me. Still holding her neck, I pressed another breathless kiss to Deyva’s flushed, plump lips before withdrawing from her.
“I’d carry you to the couch but…” My speech nearly slurred, each word taking a monumental effort. “…Don’t think I can make it.”
She released a deep sigh, hugging around me as she brushed a kiss across my forehead. “Sorry. I think I got carried away and took too much.”
“S’okay.” I lifted my head, my skull feeling like the weight of a bowling ball as I found her eyes, now green with her deep satiation and satisfaction. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
She giggled, nuzzling her face into my neck, as if shy. “Think you can manage rolling over and spooning me?”
“Think so.”
I slid off to the side, rolling over and bending my knees so she could have a spot to fit against me. Deyva followed my movement, bringing her back to my chest and her legs against mine. My feet still dangled over the edge of the small altar table, but it was comfortable enough.
“I’m sorry,” she repeated, pulling my arm around her and bringing my knuckles to her lips. “I didn’t realize I took so much. You’ll feel better within an hour.”
“Already feel better,” I murmured into her hair. My lips brushed against one of her horns and I pressed a kiss to the ridged surface. I thought I felt her whole body shiver, but it was hard to tell with my senses so numb. “Feel fuckin’ amazing.”
Whatever she was about to answer became a small gasp as we heard the clank of a metal key in the chapel’s front lock, and the creak of the heavy door as it opened.