Chapter 7
Chapter seven
This whole experience with Vaelyn tops every other experience I’ve had with another woman.
I’ve always loved to dominate, but I’m enjoying this harpy topping from the bottom.
I’m half tempted to untie her so she can just dominate me because I’m so fucking close with her hand around my throat, and her clit piercing rubbing against mine is providing the perfect friction on my swollen clit.
I got mine pierced eons ago—at least that’s what it feels like.
Mine is just what they call a VCH, or vertical clitoral hood.
It provides some damn good sensations to my clit, but adding Vaelyn’s triangle piercing in the mix is fucking bliss.
Now that she’s thrusting into me, it’s making my side of the vibrator go deeper, and I can’t hold on any longer.
An intense orgasm crashes through me so hard I nearly pass out.
I usually don’t make a lot of noise when I’m having sex, but this climax is unlike any I’ve had before, and I can’t stop the screams coming from my lips.
“Those sounds are so fucking pretty coming from your perfect lips. Ride the wave,” she whispers below me.
“Holy fuck,” I pant, finally coming down from my high. “That was… unbelievable.”
Her hand massages my throat lightly before she drops it down to the bed. “That’s definitely a word for it.”
I have to give myself a moment to catch my breath before I’m able to sit up and take care of the toy. When I finally pull it from my pussy, my walls are still fluttering wildly. I’m not sure if it’s like this because it wants more or if it’s just me coming down from my high.
I’m about to climb off the bed when she grabs my wrist. “Give it here. I want to taste you, and I refuse to let this deliciousness go to waste. Look at how soaked it is.”
My eyes drift to the side of the toy that had been inside me. I’m shocked to see that my arousal is literally dripping off the end. I’ve never come so hard in my life. Looking between her legs, I see a huge wet spot. Did I squirt? Or is that from her?
I roll my lip between my teeth and bring the toy closer until it’s just out of reach from her mouth.
“You’re going to have to beg me for it, little one,” I whisper and then dart my tongue out to lap up her arousal on the toy.
When her taste hits my tongue, I savor its complexity—starting tart like cherries, but followed closely by a rich sweetness like pomegranates.
I’m already obsessed after only two tastes, causing a growl to rumble in my chest. My need for her is building, and I’m dying to fuck her again.
Her hand snakes into my hair and grabs a handful. “Untie me. Let me eat your pussy. You still haven’t let me taste you.”
I tsk. “I’d rather take this toy and fuck you again. That was one of my top ten orgasms of all time.”
“Is that so? Maybe you can untie me and let me fuck you with that toy instead. How about that?”
My pussy clenches at her suggestion, making me want to take her up on that offer.
Instead, I throw the toy to the side and crash my lips to hers.
She slides her tongue into my mouth, tangling it with mine.
Both of us groan. We’ve only just met this evening, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of her; I already don’t want her to leave this apartment.
Shifting my position, I throw one of my legs over her so I’m straddling her thigh and grind my sensitive pussy against it.
Then, I reach up to untie her other arm.
Once the rope falls away, her arms wrap around my neck, and she digs her nails into my shoulders.
I groan into her mouth before pulling back to untie her legs.
As I push back from her, she drags her nails—no, her talons—down my arms. Little dots of blood appear as they continue their descent. I fucking love how wet it makes me.
When I sit up, I grind my hips against hers and rub our clits together. Vaelyn moans weakly below me.
“That was such a weak moan,” I say, rocking my hips again. “Am I not giving you enough?”
She shakes her head and tries to sneak her hand between us. I grab it before she can squeeze in, tsking at her.
“Please,” she whimpers.
I abandon the thought of untying her ankles and pin her hands back above her head. “Do I need to re-tie your hands? You will take what I give you, and you will not get yourself off when you think it’s not enough. Do you understand?”
She nods, and I grind my hips against hers again. The angle I’m at puts the best kind of friction on my clit, and I surprise myself when I gasp at the same time she does. Apparently, I need more too, so I do it a few more times.
When I pause, she tries to buck her hips, and I shake my head.
I shift both of her hands into one of mine and bring my other to her throat, digging my fingers into her pulse points.
“If you keep testing me, I’ll flip you over and tie you down so you can’t move at all.
Then I’ll spank your ass until you’re raw and edge you to the point where release is all you can think about.
I’ll have you begging me to get you off, but I won’t.
Instead, I’ll leave you on this bed until I feel you’ve learned your lesson. Is that what you want, little one?”
She rolls her tongue piercings over her bottom lip as she licks it. “Not particularly at the moment. I’d rather have my turn to dominate you.”
“Maybe later. Right now, I really do love torturing you.”
One of her eyebrows raises. “You realize I could easily flip you over, even with my legs still being tied, right?”
I scoff. “You’re nearly half my size. There’s no—”
Her eyes narrow at me as a devious smile curves her lips. In the next second, she’s pulled her hands from beneath mine and has me on my back, just as she threatened.
“I may be small, but I am much stronger than you realize,” she says, lowering her face to mine and kissing the tip of my nose.
“Lesson learned,” I whisper and then reach out to grasp her neck, pulling her mouth back to mine.
She reaches back to release her legs from their bindings as we kiss. Once she’s freed from her bindings, she realigns our centers and rocks her hips into mine. I moan into her mouth, enjoying how good it feels to have her on top of me, taking control of me.
When she finds a good rhythm, I start rocking my hips against hers.
Her movements become erratic within a minute, and I know she’s close to release.
Doing as she’d done to me, I bring my free hand to her shoulder and elongate my talons slightly.
Then, I drag them down her arm, watching as her blood races my talons to her wrist.
Her lips leave mine, and she places our foreheads together, breathing heavily. “Fuck, that feels like heaven.”
I turn my head to the side, catching a droplet of her blood with my tongue. “Soak my pussy with your cum, little one. I know you’re close. Come for me.”
She cries out, her mouth falling to my neck, where she buries herself. I lap up the blood running down her arm and pull my talons back in. She lets out one last moan before her orgasm sweeps over her. I’m not far behind, crashing over the precipice with one more roll of my hips.
Through ragged breaths, she sits up and says, “Holy fuck. I’ve never come so hard just by scissoring.”
I rub my hands up and down her back for a moment before I pull her down to kiss me. “You have to have the right partner—one that knows what they’re doing.”
“You clearly do.”
With a sly smirk, I say, “Let’s just say I’ve been around the block a time or two… or many more than that. Let’s go take a shower to get all this blood and sweat off us.”
She plays with one of her tongue piercings. “I really should get going.”
I shake my head. “You can stay for a while; I don’t mind. I actually rather enjoy your being here.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m pretty sure it’s the sex you liked, not my company.”
When she tries to sit up, I hold on to her so she can’t move. “The sex was very enjoyable, but that’s not why I want you to stay. I spend so much time alone; It’s nice to have someone to talk to, at least for a while.”
An emotion I can’t place flickers across her face, but it’s gone all too quickly. “Fine. Let’s go shower.”
I smile and smack her ass. She lets out a yelp that turns to a moan, and I laugh. Then I sit up and point to the door opposite the one we came in. “That’s the bathroom. Let me grab some towels, and I’ll be right in.”
She nods and heads for the bathroom while I head for my closet.
A couple of minutes later, I join her. When I open the door, steam greets me first, telling me she’s already started the shower, and she likes it when the water’s hot, which is good because I do too.
My gaze drifts to where she stands in the shower.
All I can see is her silhouette because the majority of the glass is frosted, and she’s just short enough that the top of her head is the only part of her that’s visible.
I’m still surprised at how strong she is, considering her size.
I wonder if it has to do with being a harpy or if it’s something else altogether.
Either way, I clear my head and step inside to deposit the towels on the counter so I can join her. When I get closer, I realize she’s humming something and stop for a moment to listen. It’s a song I instantly recognize because it’s one of my favorites: “Caramel” by Sleep Token.
“That’s a beautiful song,” I say, stepping into the shower behind her.
She nearly jumps out of her skin. “Holy fuck. You scared the shit out of me!”
“Did you not hear me come into the bathroom?”
“No!”
I shake my head. “It’s not like I was quiet, and I know I didn’t take that long getting towels.”
She sighs. “I’m just always inside my own head.”
“Well, let’s get cleaned off, and then we can go watch a movie or a TV show. How does that sound?”
“I haven’t watched TV or seen a movie in years,” she mumbles, staring down at the black tile floor of my shower.
Bringing my fingers to her chin, I tilt it up to make her look at me. “What’s wrong, little one?”
She shakes her head, the little she can with the way I’m holding onto her. “I’ve been alone for a long time and haven’t found a place I’m comfortable settling, so I haven’t partaken in a lot of the normal things others do on a daily basis.”
“I’m sorry. Can I ask why?”
Her tongue rings clack against her teeth. “I didn’t feel like I belonged in my nest. Other than that, I don’t feel comfortable talking about it—I don’t even know you.”
“And yet you were comfortable enough to come into my home and expose yourself to me,” I say, and then stop myself from saying anything else. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”
“You have valid points, but I’m comfortable in my own body, and I’m capable of taking care of myself. I’m not comfortable talking in depth about how my life was in the nest before I left.”
I let go of her chin and take a step back. “That’s understandable. I’m sorry.”
She shrugs. “It’s in our nature to be curious. It’s also in our nature to question things that don’t make sense to us.”
“That doesn’t mean I had to be rude.”
With a nod, she tips her head back and lets the water run through her hair. I reach over to my wall shelf, grab my loofah, and pour some of my body wash on it. Then I lather up the soap and take another step toward her.
I place my hand on her hip, reminding her I’m here. She wipes the water from her face as she looks at me.
“May I?” I ask, lifting the loofah so she can see it.
She nods, and a wave of relief washes over me. I bring the loofah to her neck, swiping it across her skin in gentle strokes. Her head falls back, and a moan slips past her lips. I bite my lip, but continue, making sure to get her clean while I still try to admire her beautiful body.
When I’m done with her upper body, I quickly clean her lower body.
I want to make her feel special—and not just in a sexual way.
It’s one of the things I miss the most about my relationship with Avyanna.
She’d been alone for hundreds of years, but she still knew how to make me feel like I meant something to her.
Even though I don’t know this woman, I want her to know she’s special.
And, weirdly enough, I don’t want her to leave.
I want her to stay with me because, for the first time since my relationship with Avyanna, I feel like I might be able to let someone else in again.