Chapter 21 - Blair #2
My orgasm sets him off as he groans and moans into my mouth, while he continues to pump his hips with what little movement he can.
I can feel his cock jerk inside me as he finally explodes.
The feeling is euphoric, causing another orgasm to course through me.
My walls massage his knot, making him release more seed, the feeling hot and tingly.
His eyes are closed in ecstasy as he grinds himself inside me for another few minutes, feeling the tip jerk periodically.
Once he finally releases all his seed, he leans his forehead against mine, taking a deep breath. He opens his eyes and gives me the most tender look. “That was the first time I’ve ever knotted anyone. You did well taking it,” he praises, kissing me gently on the lips.
“Wh-what?” I whisper, surprised by what he just said.
He gives me another kiss before he pulls back slightly. “My knot does not form until we meet our mates and claim them,” he shrugs. He gives me a warm smile. “You’re special. Only you will ever get my knot.” For some reason, that has my pussy clenching around him, making him groan in pleasure.
“Ho-ow long will it last?” I stutter, having a difficult time forming words or thoughts as he rocks his hips again, grinding against all the sensitive parts inside me.
He grunts. “Not sure, at least a couple hours. But after the first time I knot you, your heat will spike and you will be lost to the fog. I’m glad I got to share such a special moment with you, mate.
” He bends down to kiss me again. I nod my head in agreement.
The feeling of his knot inside me pulls me under and I succumb to my heat.
* * *
I go in and out of consciousness for the next 24 hours.
I am unaware of most of the stuff that’s going on and continuously beg Asmodeus for that delicious knot of his and his come.
I can tell that he is giving in to my demands and ensuring that I’m safe, happy, and content.
I’ve never experienced anything like this before, and wow, this is wild.
I’m already addicted to his knot and hope this is something that I can experience outside of my heat.
I love how his knot and cock fill me to the brim and hit all these special places inside me that I never knew existed until now.
I can’t count or remember the number of times he has knotted me already.
The bed is completely coated in our fluids. The smell of us permeates the room, the scent earthy and transcendent, pushing me to new heights. His scent is all over me, and it drives me insane with need. I haven’t let him out of my sight once.
One of the few lucid moments I have is with Az and me in the shower.
We are excessively sweaty and sticky, so he’s trying to wash both of us off.
I love how tender and caring he is with the way he washes me.
First, he washed himself off while I pouted about it, sitting on the bench, salivating over his broad shoulders, tall figure, defined muscles, thick muscular thighs, and his gigantic, veiny, erect cock. I lick my lips at how yummy he is.
Once he’s finished washing himself, he grabs me and pulls me over to him beneath the water.
He tilts my head back while he gets my hair wet.
He grabs some shampoo and scrubs my hair and scalp for me with his fingernails.
It feels phenomenal, I moan. He rinses out the soap and starts working on my body.
I moan from how good his hands feel on me.
“Why do we have to wash off? I don’t want to be clean,” I pout.
He chuckles as he washes my breasts and stomach.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you dirty again,” he purrs, bending down to kiss me as he washes my entrance and clit, taking his sweet, sweet agonizing time.
He tries to move his fingers away after he ensures I’m clean down there, but I hold his wrist still, not allowing him to move.
Instead, I move his hand, putting his fingers are at my entrance, begging him for more.
He brushes his fingers at my entrance and barely puts his fingers inside, inching them in. I try to buck my hips, but it doesn’t work. “Does my mate want me inside her again?” he chuckles, his voice husky and deep.
I nod my head. “Please,” I beg. Right as he shoves his two thick fingers knuckle deep, I moan, the sound reverberating off the shower walls.
He sets a punishing pace with his fingers, as he swallows my moans with his mouth.
He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls back my head, forcing me to look up at him.
My eyes flutter from the fire in his gaze.
He looks down at the rest of my body, probably seeing the water dripping off my nipples.
His nostrils flare, as he removes his fingers from me, wraps my hair around his hand, and moves me.
My front now pressed against the wall. He’s standing behind me now, trapping me between his hard, hot body and the chilled, wet shower wall.
The combined sensations are shocking my system.
With my hair still clutched in his hand, he moves my head sideways, my neck and his mark on full display.
His cock rubs against my ass cheeks and lower back as he skims his mouth against my neck and shoulder.
I shudder in his hold, the anticipation growing.
He sucks on my bond mark, my pussy feeling empty as it flutters around nothing.
I make a keening noise, hoping I don’t have to beg again.
He keeps his hold on me, pinning me against the wall as he suddenly impales me on his cock, moaning from how full I feel.
He sets a punishing pace as he fucks me against the shower wall.
The hot water spraying over us adds to the sensations.
I can’t see him from where I’m being held down, but his thrusts are ruthless.
As our bodies come together, they create a symphony of noises from him fucking me so hard.
My ass slapping against his pelvis as his balls swing and hit my clit.
He grunts as he punishes my body with pleasure.
As I’m begging for his knot, I fall into the heat fog once again.