Chapter 27 – Ashtaroth
I toss my little lamb onto the thick mattress and she bounces a couple of times, her breasts shaking in a most alluring way. Pushing the thought aside, I snap my fingers and bring forth a platter of cold cuts from the kitchen.
“Eat,” I command. Over millennia, I have seen what and how much humans eat – as far back as the first attempts to find edible berries and roots. I do not believe a few spoonfuls of soup is enough to sustain a soldier like her. Perhaps I should do some research on modern human nutrition.
She gives me a suspicious look. “Are you fattening me up like a pig before slaughter?” My lips curl into a smile at her impertinence. Anyone else would suffer the consequences of questioning me in such a manner.
“You will die many times tonight.” I wink at her. “ La petite mort .” She snorts like the pig she alluded to and rolls her eyes. It should be off-putting, and yet… I find myself charmed by her mannerisms, the novelty of her.
As she eats sitting cross-legged on the bed, I remove first my cloak, followed by my bracers and boots, and finally my chest armor, grinning at the way her eyes track my movement. I step in front of her wearing only leather trousers and a black silk shirt. She looks down at my feet and flushes. It confuses me until I remember our earlier conversation, my painting a picture of her bringing herself to orgasm by rubbing against them and I exhale a quiet laugh.
“Are you done eating?” I ask, knowing I should let her eat more, but I’m far too impatient to be inside her again. She has been so close, yet the sweet flavor of her arousal hasn’t graced my tongue. I take away the tray of mostly eaten food and stand before her, arms crossed as her eyes lock on the growing bulge trapped by my trousers.
“Would you like to taste it on your tongue?” I croon and her breath catches. “Have me slide down the velvet tightness of your throat until I find my pleasure there? Tell me, would you swallow down all of me?”
She nods slowly, dazed by my words and by her own desires. I climb onto the bed in front of her and she scrambles back against the pillows. I stalk her slowly until my face is level with hers.
“You see, you may have your consent,” I murmur quietly against her lips. I have never shared my mouth with another unless it was a tool for duplicity in seduction. I never saw the appeal before I saw her trembling mouth.
“What would you do if I said no?” Sweetly predictable.
“Then I would have feasted on your cunt until you begged me to suffocate you with my cock to the point that you’re desperate for a single breath of air.”
She gulps and I see the wheels turning behind her wide eyes. “I changed my mind.”
I grin in triumph and sit back on my legs. “As you wish. ”
“Wait,” she gasps as I tear down her trousers. “Was this what you wanted all along?”
I do not deign to confirm her theory as I find myself distracted by the sight of her luscious center. I lick my lips and she releases a breathy moan, enthralled by the action. I know she’s captivated by my mouth.
While I merely wanted to claim her at the dinner, only preparing her with my fingers so that she could take my girth, I now want to experience fully the sight, smell, and taste of her sweet cunt.
I roughly push back her thighs and spread her legs as she yelps. Positioning my face at her already glistening flesh, I drape her calves over my shoulders, then growl as they slide off, my shirt offering no bracing friction. Impatiently, I rip it off and she gasps at the sight of my revealed torso. She will have to admire my physique later. I reposition her legs again and bury my face into her warmth. Groaning, I inhale deeply, the neat triangle of auburn curls at the apex of her center tickling my nose. Unable to wait any longer, I chase her taste with my tongue, pushing it inside her tight channel.
“Fuck…” she moans softly.
I’ve only just begun. I feast on her slick folds like a starving animal, fucking her with my tongue, then sucking on her flushed nub. I’ve not been in Heaven in an eternity, but between her legs, my memories of it feel sharper.
Wanting to drive her to release, not only so I can feed, but also wanting more of her sweet screams of ecstasy, I enter her with two fingers and twist them so I can press against the sensitive spot behind the upper wall of her clenching tunnel. Her back arches and I press down on her stomach with my other hand, keeping her in place for my mouth and fingers.
“Shit, shit, shit,” she whines, and I can’t find it in me to feel smug over my prowess when she has so utterly bewitched me. I rub my groin against the mattress, growling when it’s not enough. I should have removed my trousers. My cock feels like it’s confined in a chastity cage .
I stop flicking my tongue over her nub in favor of sucking it, my fingers now moving in a rapid beckoning motion against its flat counterpart on the inside.
Her breath is sawing in and out between her lips and she keens, “I’m gonna… fuck, Ash!” I suck harder as she calls out for me, thrashing her head on my pillow, chanting, “Ash… Ash… Ash!” Her breath stops after an inhale, then releases on a moan so raw, she truly does sound like she may be dying.
Taking the nourishment her release gives me, I slow my fingers and ease the pull of my lips, gentling her through the pleasure as she trembles uncontrollably. I pull out my fingers once the maddening contractions of her channel abate and cover her hole with my mouth, sucking out her arousal. I could release in my trousers at my little lamb’s taste.
Licking her once from her ass to the curls adorning her delicious cunt, I lay Lana’s trembling legs down on the bed and jump up to tear my breeches off. My sex expands in its new-found freedom and I hiss through my teeth at the nearly painful sensation.
I pull her to the edge of the bed until most of her head hangs off but her neck is still supported, then place my fists at the side of it. “I will allow you to call me Ash while you are climaxing,” I declare, then straighten so I can feed her my leaking cock. She gasps and I paint her lower lip with the fluids gathered at the tip. A growl vibrates in my chest at the sight; her lips are still trembling and the depraved visual of innocence corrupted is a shot of lust I feel in my balls. She swipes out her tongue to taste the wetness and moans.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Open.” I tap her mouth with my cockhead.
She obeys like a good pet and I slide in until her lips envelop the turgid head. Her tongue rubs against the sensitive flesh and I grit my teeth. “Fuuuck. I knew you would be a whore for my cock.” She moans at my hissed words and I grab hold of her head. “Take a breath,” I warn. She trembles in apprehension. Fear not, sweetness. This won’t take long .
I push my prick as far as it can go and feel the tip of her nose near my sack. Her throat tightens convulsively and she chokes, her teeth digging into sensitive flesh with the movement. She could chew on it like a corn cob and I would still fuck her mouth until completion. Saliva is leaking out from between her lips, lubricating the way. I slide back and advance farther until I see myself stretching her throat from the inside. I growl, losing sense of everything other than the drive to achieve release. Pumping faster, I grunt like a wild animal. I place a palm on her neck, feeling my cock nudging against it, and my head tips back on a feeling of possession so strong, I want to beat against my chest like a primate.
The noises she makes are desperate, making my blood sing. Her knees draw up as she runs out of air and the thought of her losing consciousness as I continue to use her throat selfishly pushes me into release. With a shout, I buck my hips forward and release my come down her throat. My muscles tense and release in pleasure and, once some clarity returns, I pull halfway back, still pulsing in her mouth. As she swallows me down, I caress her abused throat.
Finally, I pull out and crouch in front of her. Her cheeks are red and wet with tears, and her breathing is hoarse. I caress her wrecked face. “You please me tremendously, my little lamb.”
Her pupils are dilated and she reeks of the lust I stoked within her with my rough use. It is my nature to know exactly which acts of depravity arouse her and I will use that knowledge until she is enslaved to the sensations only I can provide.
“I am not done with you yet, sweetness.” I position her back in the center of the bed and flip her onto her stomach. Spreading her legs enough to enter her, I fist my still-hard cock and drag it between her cheeks. She tenses and I chuckle before continuing to her soaked entrance. Without preamble, I mount her in one thrust. She moans weakly at the intrusion, the sound amusing me.
“Poor thing,” I mock as I lay myself on top of her, her round ass cushioning my pelvis. I swivel my hips and grind against her, the head of my cock rubbing against her sensitive front wall until she purrs in pleasure. “That’s it,” I praise her. “Take it for me.”
I build her up slowly, enjoying the wet sounds of our joining, the desperate edge of my lust now blunted enough that my behavior is no longer bestial. Feeling her build towards completion, I slide a hand under her body and rub at her center.
Her breathing picks up as she tries to push back against me, chasing sensation. “There you go,” I whisper. “Come on my cock.” I roughen my strokes. “Come on my fingers.” I speed up my ministrations. “Come for your master.”
I would laugh at how easily I push her over the edge, unintelligible keening coming from her mouth and her body shuddering under me, if the powerful clenching of her cunt didn’t squeeze a release out of me as well.
“Fuck!” I growl and embed myself deeply, flooding her womb with my spend.
We both pant as we recover, and I would stay inside her for hours, were I not crushing her with my weight. I push up on my hands so I can sit back, then spread her cheeks to watch myself leaking out of her pink hole. Mmm.
Since she is depleted, I move away from the enticing sight to hand her the glass of water that came with her dinner. Her swallows look painful and she hands me the glass only half empty. “Can you not heal your throat?” I ask, bewildered.
“Just a little bit.” Her voice is completely ruined and my spent balls jump. “You should have thought about that before you skullfucked me,” she rasps, mistaking my wince for remorse – I feel none. I laugh at her crude dry humor. Perhaps Sariel was right – my mood is better these days.
“Sleep,” I command, and lean forward to lick the water drops clinging to her lips. She tenses but says nothing as I move back, her eyes heavy and already closing. Soon her breathing is deep and even, and I pull the blanket up to cover her cooling skin.
I suppose both of my hungers are sated enough that I could attempt to sleep in the bed with her. After dimming the lanterns, I climb in next to her. The fact that she sleeps through my weight shifting the mattress tells me how much I drained her. I may have to be more careful. I scoff at myself – the notion is foreign to me.
As I look at her in the darkness, I contemplate. A leopard cannot change its spots, but I am willing to paint over some of mine to keep her content and amenable.