Chapter 46 #3
A smirk pulls at the corner of her mouth as she adjusts her hips, gripping her cock and drifting the head around the same path her thumb traced.
Pleasure soon gives way to impatience.
“You don’t have to go that slowly,” I grumble.
“I know.”
The next throb at my core is so intense, it hurts. That feverish ache spreads fast across my limbs, as if my nerves can’t decide whether it’s time for pleasure or pain.
I open my mouth to beg, but she’s already sensed the change, and she presses her tip against my rim.
I choke on the breath in my lungs, head tipping back. “Oh, god…”
She slides in, and the stretch is painful, so much more intense than her tongue.
“This is never going to work,” I whimper. “You’re too big, it’s not—”
She eases in a little more, and some of the pain turns to heat.
“I don’t think it’s poss—”
The stretch deepens, followed by another wave of relaxation.
“Ohhhh, fuck…”
It’s like she’s tearing me open in the best possible way, sliding inch by inch. My muscles resist then yield, resist then yield, and I can feel the change in my joints as the flood of hormones makes me even more flexible than usual.
“F-fuck that’s a lot…”
“That’s not even half,” Christine purrs.
“What?!” My ass clenches reflexively, earning a grunt from Christine.
“God, you’re tight…”
Fear and need rise in my chest again, fluttering frantically. “Tee, I can’t, I—”
Her eyes catch mine, blazing azure cut with purest black. A subtle growl laces through her words. “You’re going to take it all.”
As her words melt my brain, she shoves in.
“Fuck!” My cry rings out across the hillside, with no one but cows and gulls to hear it.
My nerves turn to lightning, crackling on the edge of pain.
Every muscle tenses—and then releases in a sudden wave.
My cock fountains across my stomach, and my wrists pull against Christine’s grip as my body shudders through a violent climax.
When my breathing finally regulates again, I feel viscerally, incomprehensibly full.
“Thank god that’s over,” I sigh.
Christine gives a sultry, breathy laugh. “I can’t believe you forgot about my knot so quickly.”
“There can’t possibly be more…”
Christine shifts her hips slightly, and another pulse of cum surges from my cock, spilling to join the rest.
Her hips twitch again, then pull into a long, slow thrust.
“No… No, please, I can’t, there’s too—Oh… Oh, fuck…” The first stroke, I can barely tolerate. The second burns, but not unpleasantly. The third turns to pleasure. The fourth ignites into aching, blazing need. “Oh, yes, yes—”
Christine’s pace accelerates until she’s pounding into me, and I completely lose track of the shape of my body. I don’t know where my cells end and hers begin, what’s my skin and what’s the humid, hot air radiating off of me.
Her hand releases my wrists, moving to brace in the dirt so she can drive in harder, but I’m too blissed out to move.
I forget how I got here.
I forget who I am.
There’s only this furnace of desperation, boiling at my core, and a whisper of release at the bottom of every thrust.
And there’s her. Like lightning made flesh, some strange goddess who has me under her spell. Each time she bottoms out, her knot stretches me a little further.
“Mylo…”
That’s right, that’s my name.
“You smell… Oh fuck, I can’t stop, Mylo—”
Something hot and final coils at the very center of that furnace. My tongue remembers how to form words. “Don’t stop, don’t stop—”
“Mylo!”
With one last thrust, her arms fold around me, pulling me down over her knot.
The sensation is so intense, I black out for a second. When my senses return, all I can feel is the incomprehensible fullness of her knot throbbing within me. I tip over into a climax, pouring out—then another, then another, a moan rising in my throat with every pulse.
She’s surrounding me, filling me; she is everything and everywhere.
Gravity eventually pulls my soul back into my body. Aftershocks glitter through my muscles as Christine’s cock pulses slowly.
Something hot drips onto the base of my neck: her drool.
Christine’s fangs hover just above my skin, heavy breath washing over me. My head is tipped back, instinctively exposing that most vulnerable place to her.
She drags her eyes up to mine, labored, but not reluctant. As if this is a burden she happily bears. Her pupils blow out wide, black voids against the moon of her face.
Another thick drop of saliva falls from her lip to my neck.
I have the strangest sensation, as if I know what she would say so confidently that I can hear her voice in my head. I want you.
Not an obligation. An offering.
A choice.
I know, deep in my bones, that if I said ‘no,’ if I truly meant it, she would stop.
And I know, deep in my bones, that I don’t want her to.
Her nostrils flare, eyes rolling back with pleasure. “Oh, Mylo…” She sinks lower, fangs grazing my skin.
I swallow, throat bobbing so close to those points that could so easily tear it to shreds.
“Tee… I want you.”
Her knot throbs as she takes a shuddering breath. Slowly, deliberately, she presses her teeth against my neck.
And then her jaws clamp shut.