6. ~Ariana~ #2
“Interesting, because I remember you losing your ever-loving mind as I played with your delectable ass and made you burn for me.” He trailed his fingers down my throat, while nipping at my ear. “Ever since then I’ve been fantasizing about fucking it.”
A shudder rolled through me at his words.
But it was far from being rooted in revulsion.
“Or, maybe I should do what I initially intended to punish you for all that disrespect you threw my way in front of your new friend?” He startled me as he stroked my cheek so intimately in a way that was a stark contrast to all the rest. It had me opening my mouth involuntarily on a moan in response, and he then used that opportunity to slide two fingers along my tongue.
“Should I make you choke on my cock instead? Mmm, I’d wager you’d look so fucking wanton and stunning with a mouthful of me.
Watching you splutter and gag, tears streaming down your cheeks as you struggle to take me deep, as you taste me on your tongue, then frantically work that throat like my good little slut to swallow down every drop of my cum. ”
“Shit,” I breathed, his filthy words sending a surge of need through me. It was one hell of an erotic picture he’d painted. He was so fucking good with that.
He groaned as I swirled my tongue around his invading fingers. “There’s a good little toy, show me how much you want it.”
He pulled his fingers free, slick with my saliva, then he had me jolting as he pressed them to my pussy and dragged them through my folds. The sensation was… another level. “Kai,” I gasped, unable to stop myself from grinding against his fingers.
“You’re fucking soaked, sweetheart,” he breathed at my ear.
“You need… you need to use your magic. Now,” I choked, feeling my energy becoming unstable as the pleasure built beyond the level of teasing.
“I don’t feel it pushing against me. You’re not impacting me.”
“I will be. I’m right on the edge.”
“We can try it without this time. Trust yourself more.”
“No,” I said, shaking my head frantically, panic starting to take me. “I could hurt you. Worse than that, actually.”
In the next second, my power radiated out and I accidentally broke through his magical cuffs.
He cursed, then stilled with his tormenting fingers. “Breathe. Just breathe. You can do this. And I can withstand it.”
“No!” I cried, bucking against him.
Another curse came from him, and then he grasped my left hand and slapped it to the tile by my head, and I felt the warmth of his magic radiating out.
“Better?” he breathed at my ear.
“Yes,” I murmured. “Thank you.”
“Even with just completing a Ruminat, you’re caught too deeply in your own head, in your fears. You don’t trust yourself at all and it’s impacting so much for you.”
I gritted my teeth. “Do you want to give me a lecture, or get your rocks off?”
“Get my rocks off? Cute.” He dragged his fingers through my folds again, gathering my wetness until his fingers were basically dripping with it. And then he spread it all over the tile right in front of my face. “Lick.”
“What?” I rasped.
“Lick up your taste. Every fucking drop of it. Clean that tile, whore.”
Oh, shit.
He dropped his hand and brought it around to my ass. He forced my legs apart with his knees, and then he was rimming my ass with two fingers. Two very slippery fingers. He’d lubed them for me with his magic, while also somehow holding the other spell.
“Lick,” he repeated. “Or I’ll drag your face all over it myself.”
I darted my tongue out and tentatively licked some of the gooeyness off the shower wall.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Yeah, don’t stop. That’s hot as hell. Next time that tongue will be all over my cock.”
He pushed his fingers inside my ass, making me choke.
“Relax. Let me in. If you can’t take my fingers, you’re gonna be screaming when it’s my cock stretching this tight little hole open.”
I gasped against the tile, tasting more of myself all over it in the process.
“Good girl,” I heard him say, as I felt myself relax. “You’re welcoming me in now. Deeper. Fucking deeper,” he rumbled as he drove in further and further, then started sawing in and out of me. “Beautiful fucking ass.”
The sensations had me beside myself, especially as he picked up his pace and started finger-fucking me like a vicious beast, pleasure and pain colliding into one hell of a mind-boggling intensity that I could barely breathe through.
I was licking the wall like a wild thing before I knew it, losing myself to it all.
I was aware of him stilling for a moment, a spark of his magic filling the air, before he slid his fingers free, then I felt something much bigger at my asshole. Warm and slick and generously lubed, so much so that it dripped down my thighs as he pushed inside.
“Ungh… oh my God,” I whimpered, as he drove in deeper and breached me, sinking inside, before abruptly stopping, while I stretched around him.
“Move… please,” I told him, the burn too uncomfortable, especially when smashing up against the building need he’d stoked in me.
“Say the words,” he taunted.
I gritted my teeth. He was a real bastard. “Kai…”
“I love hearing you choke out my name all desperate like that, but that’s not what I asked. Say it.”
“Please.”
“More.”
“I hate you!”
“Yet, you can’t get enough of me. Now fucking beg for my cock like the dirty little slut that you are for me.”
“Please… fuck… fuck my ass.”
“Mmm… there it is… excellent.” He growled at my ear. “As you wish.”
In the next second, he pulled almost all the way out, then rammed back in hard, making me scream and lurch against the wall, my cheek smearing all over my own juices that I hadn’t yet finished licking up.
He didn’t stop then. There was no more easing in or taking it easy.
He fucked me like a madman, slamming back and forth rapid-fire. It was brutal and completely overwhelming, and with every merciless thrust, it took me closer and closer to the edge, bliss building so quickly I could barely see straight.
“Slap your cunt while you take my cock up your ass,” he commanded.
Shit, I just did it. I just fucking did it, spreading my legs wider to get better access, then raining down harsh slaps on my own pussy.
“Oh my God,” I cried, my thighs shaking from that and with him fucking me so violently.
He snarled and tightened his hold on my hand against the wall. “Now flick that clit. Hard. Don’t fucking stop.”
I screamed as I did it and it sent a shot of sharp pain through me, making my entire body shudder.
A dark chuckle sounded from him. “Keep going. Harder. Harsher. Abuse that cunt like I’m abusing this hot ass.”
I trembled all over, and then it all crashed together and I shrieked as ecstasy tore through me, and I was a shuddering mess against the wall.
“Ungh… yeah… fuck, the way you’re squeezing my cock buried in your slut ass…. yeah.”
He suddenly batted my hand away, then shoved three fingers inside my pussy, driving right down on my sweet spot all at once.
I lurched and slammed my ass back against him, losing control and ramming back on him like a wild, completely unhinged thing.
His snarls melded with my cries as he pounded into me from both ends, curling his fingers and scraping, until ecstasy surged, and I sprayed all over the tile.
A roar from him filled the small space between us, just a second before I felt his hot cum spurt deep inside my ass.
Before I could catch my breath, he pulled his cock and fingers out, then he was shoving me to my knees, fisting my hair, then using the hold to drag my face through the fresh mess I’d just made, coating my cheeks and nose in it.
I sputtered and gagged, barely able to breathe, and as he roughly released me, I collapsed onto the shower floor in a ball as the water cascaded down all over me, while I shook there from the aftershocks of my orgasms.
He stared down at me, just watching silently for a moment as water drenched his hair, face, and bare chest too, even as he tucked himself back into his pants.
Something flickered in his eyes that I didn’t understand.
And then he surprised me as he gathered me in his arms and carried me out of the shower.
He grabbed a towel off a nearby rail and draped it around me, then held me tightly to him as he stroked my hair and back. “It’s all right. You’re all right,” he breathed at my ear.
His comforting words had me clutching his biceps tightly and holding him to me.
“Do you hurt?” he asked quietly. “I know you can heal fast, but—”
“No. I mean, only in a good way.”
He tilted my chin up and I found him smiling down at me with a mixture of surprise and pride. “I’m glad, sweetheart.” He stroked my jaw. “You took me impressively well.”
“Did you feel it… feel my energy pushing at you?”
“Not as strongly as the first time. It’s weakening the more we do this.”
“It is?”
He nodded. “You’re getting used to handling the sensations, getting better at letting go without causing harm in the process.”
“I’m not sure about that. It’s still too risky.”
“Is that why you’re interested in the dragon? You think he could take you without the need for magic like mine?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Well, there’s a lot that you don’t actually say.”
I eased back from him. “Don’t do this.”
But, of course, he did.
Strangely, not before he flicked his fingers at me and cleaned, dried, and dressed me in my jeans, tank, and brown suede jacket get-up.
“He doesn’t just want to be your friend,” he said, as he dried and re-dressed himself too, even levitating his coat over to him and shrugging it on. “If you seriously believe that, you’re more na?ve than I even took you for.”
“It could’ve been you,” I blurted out.
He stilled. “What?”
“Nothing,” I said, looking away.
He came to me and grasped my jaw in that commanding, all-encompassing way of his, forcing my gaze to snap right back to his. “Explain.”
“We were friends. For years. Until you pulled away and cut me out of your life. All the way up until a few days ago.”