Queen of the Night #2
“Good.” His tone is starting to fracture, his breath coming out in ragged pants.
“Now be a good girl and tell me if I’m allowed to use all your pretty holes, because I’m about to fuck you like a damned monster, and I don’t want to leave you even remotely unsatisfied.
” I feel him tense as if waiting for my reply.
My words come out half moan, half whimper. “Yes, I want you to fill me in every way.” I want everything. Before I can stop myself, I’m opening my mouth to continue. “Rowan?”
“Yes, baby?” He sounds nearly strangled, but he stops himself from moving. I can still feel his cock pulse inside of me.
“I’ve never done more than a plug before,” he inhales sharply, but I keep going, “I want it, but I don’t know if I can… accommodate you.” My voice trails off as he lets out a sound that I can only describe as pure ecstasy.
“I’ll take it slow with your perfect little asshole, okay?” Hearing him say it so bluntly makes my pussy clench yet again. I’m so desperate to feel him completely. Even more frightening. I trust him.
“I want all my little holes to be yours, Rowan.”
“Oh fuck.” He sounds tortured. “Don’t worry, I’ll fill you up, baby.
” He starts by pressing what feels like a cool finger against my unused hole, then it dawns on me that between the hand on my neck and the other digging into my hip, it has to be something else.
The realization that Rowan is not bound by the limitations of form has me bucking and rolling my hips into him yet again. “You are a fucking gift, Auburn.”
With that, he stops holding back and starts impaling me with harsh, deep thrusts as he holds me in place.
He slams into me over and over, his breath coming in ragged moans every time I clench around him.
While he works his cock into me punishingly, true to his word he’s slow and gentle with the shadow that is readying my asshole.
Between the fast, hard strokes that command my pussy and the slow, steady pressure breaching my ass, it doesn’t take long at all for me to topple off the edge, screaming his name as I come yet again.
Soon enough, his strokes become uneven and choppy, and I can feel him swelling inside of me. I know he’s close.
I force my eyes open, not knowing when I closed them, just in time to see darkness taking shape in front of me.
Less than a second later, my nipples are being pinched and rolled, and the sheer volume of sensation overwhelming my body has my mind breaking as I get closer and closer to the height of my pleasure, too soon to even fully ride out my last orgasm.
When focused sensation zeroes in on my clit, a shadow tongue lapping at me as the strokes filling my ass and pussy offset their rhythm, I’m helpless but to shatter into a million pieces.
I come so hard I see stars. I’m vaguely aware of words spilling out of my mouth, Rowan’s name on my lips like a prayer, then begging him to come for me.
This time, I hear him curse as he shudders and follows me over the edge, filling my womb as he drives into me a few more times in short, shaky thrusts.
He stays seated inside of me as we both breathe heavily, just long enough for the world to stop spinning around me. When he withdraws his cock, it’s barely a second before his mouth finds my pussy, pressing his lips against me.
My legs are shaking, and I am becoming increasingly aware that I can’t hold this position for another second.
I begin to slide my knees off the table, and with a quick motion, Rowan flips me over, guiding me onto my back and draping my legs over the blurred outline of an approximation of broad shoulders as he leans in and expertly goes after me with his tongue.
The lack of form turns me on more than I care to admit. Being serviced by the absence of light, his energy so commanding yet so absent in terms of absolutes, is unsettling in a way that makes my clit pulse. For all I know, he could be all tongues right now.
The one between my legs settles on a long vertical stroke to my clit, and I ride it as another works its way into me, unmistakably meant to stimulate another tongue, but far larger and longer than any human appendage could be.
They work me in perfect tandem, winding me tighter and tighter until I’m coming again, relaxing into him totally.
A hot, warm wave blooms throughout my whole body that leaves me trembling and softly cursing his name on my lips as I finish again, wringing every last bit of energy out of me.
He kisses my inner thighs, and my body gives out.
Rowan’s strong hands grasp my hips and pull me forward so that I’m wrapped around him as he lowers us both to the cool stone floor, arranging me against him.
He presses his lips to mine, kissing me deeply.
Tasting the combination of our release on the nebulous form of his lips and tongue floods me with such a deep satisfaction that I can’t stop the world from slowly falling away.
“You can keep me,” I murmur softly. His chest rumbles in affirmation, but if he replies audibly, I don’t catch it. The pure feeling of contentedness and sheer endless possibilities has conspired to send me into a forced reboot.
Before I let my eyes flutter closed, I catch a glinting white bloom in the moonlight a few feet away.
“I love you too, Rowan.”
Nearly translucent, with a red hue. Grown in an indoor greenhouse, bathed in moonlight.
Queen of the Night.