CHAPTER 69
WREN
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She’s as fucked up as I am. I thought for sure, after I made her come the third time, that she would beg me to stop. I completely overloaded every single one of her senses, and then I just kept going. She was barely hanging on, but my girl is a fucking sadomasochist herself. I underestimated her.
Her body is practically limp on the ground. Her breathing is shallow, and she’s covered in a thin sheen of sweat. My cum oozes out of her onto the floor and I feel a bit of pride tighten at my chest. She took everything I gave her and she’s still standing. Well…sort of. More figuratively than literally.
Her cries of pleasure did something to me. Knowing I was making her feel that fucking good while I railed her over and over, just sent me over the edge. I could keep fucking her, even now. But she’s not yet used to her new supernatural body, and so her stamina is better, but not where it will be.
I scoop her up into my arms and she weakly wraps her arms around my neck as she nuzzles her face against my chest. She lets out a soft sigh and I glance down at her to see the smile still pulling at her lips. She seems content and that makes my heart flutter with excitement.
I carry her over to the bathroom and set her down on the lid of the toilet. I set the tub to run and rummage through the cabinets to pull out some Epsom salts to add into the bath. I know she has healing now, but I’m sure her body is sore. I will take care of my girl. Once the tub is filled, I pick her up and place her in the hot water. She lets out a small hissing breath before settling back to rest her head against the edge.
“I’m going to take a shower. You just sit there and enjoy your bath,”
I whisper. Her eyes flutter open when I brush her hair back from her forehead to place a kiss there.
She gives me a wry grin through her post sex haze. “You’re so cute,”
she giggles. “I love that you’re doing after care with me.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
I ask, confused. “I ruined you just now, and I want to make sure you feel okay.”
“No one ever cared how I felt after, Wren,”
she whispers quietly, and I catch the edge of sadness in her voice.
I crouch down next to her and her head rolls to face me. I’m getting a bit of déjà vu in this situation, and I try to shake it from my mind. “I’ll never not take care of you, Chess.”
“I know.”
Tears well in her eyes and panic sets into my chest. “You’re really mine, right?”
She murmurs.
“Yes, Chess, I’m yours.”
I lean towards her and kiss her eyelids as she closes them again. “I’ll protect you with my life, Chess. I’d do anything for you.”
“You already have, Wren. You already killed for me.”
“First of many, my Queen. I vow to take down everyone who has hurt you.”
“Save some of the fun for me,”
she laughs. “I wanna go all vengeful warrior on those fucks too.”
I smile at her comment. “Anything for the Queen.”
Once she seems satisfied, I push myself to my feet and slip into the shower. I keep stealing glances at her as I scrub at my skin. I still have some blood on me from when I found Chess. I made sure to clean her off once her body was healed enough to do so. I keep having to put this girl in the tub when she’s out of it, and it seems to be turning into a habit now.
I wash at my hair, turning my back to her, and finish rinsing myself off. She’s leaning against her folded arms on the edge of the tub…watching me. Her features are soft, and her eyes follow me as I step out of the shower and grab a towel to dry myself off. She licks her lips, and I slow my movements, taking my time to wrap the towel around my waist.
“Did you enjoy the show?”
I chirp at her as I stand next to her.
She tilts her head back to look up at me and gives me an appreciative nod. “You’re beautiful,”
she snorts.
“I’m glad I can please you, milady.”
“There’s no question you can please me, Wren.”
Her tone is playful and I’m grateful for her company. If she wasn’t here, I know what dark corridors my mind would wander through. She’s keeping me grounded to the present.
“Do you want to soak for a bit longer or are you ready for bed?”
I ask her. She lets out a sigh and grips into the side of the tub, pushing herself up to her feet. I hold my hand out to her, and she takes it, letting me help her over the edge.
I grab a towel for her and turn back to see her stretch her arms over her head with a cute little squeal of her voice. “I feel pretty good. This healing shit is pretty nice,”
she laughs.
“It definitely comes in handy,”
I smile, wrapping the towel around her body.
She tucks the edge into itself and reaches down to grip my hand, pulling me out of the bathroom with her.
She pulls the towel from her body once we’re in the bedroom and tosses it on the back of the wooden chair to the side. She glances back at me as she makes her way towards the bed and gives me a devilish grin. I rip the towel from my body and take off towards her. I tackle her to the bed, and she screams through a fit of laughter. I pin her hands above her head as I straddle her hips and settle my weight onto her thighs. She’s smiling through heavy breaths, and the look of happiness on her face flutters through my chest.
“One more before bed?” I tease.
Her eyes widen, and she bites her lip, turning her face away from me. She barely nods her head but it’s enough. I rock my body to the side, pulling her on top of me. She gasps out a surprised breath and I smirk at the position I just put her in. I turned her over while I still held her hands and they’re still pinned within my grip above my head. Her chest is perfectly placed in front of my face, and I dart out my tongue to graze against one of her nipples.
Her body shudders against mine. I release her wrists and shift my hands down to grip her thighs, hoisting her up to my face.
“Wren!”
She says nervously. I hear her hands bang into the headboard as she tries to steady herself. Her knees are on either side of my head and her wet cunt is like a buffet in front of me…ready and waiting.
“Sit, Chess.”
“No!”
She says exasperated.
“Sit on my fucking face, Chess.”
She slowly lowers herself down to me. I wrap my hands around her thighs, pulling her closer still. My tongue devours her. I dip it into her pussy, and she squirms above me. I dig my fingers into her thighs hard enough to pucker her flesh as she tries to evade my assault.
“Oh fuck, Wren!”
She pants. I lick, and suck, and kiss, and fuck her pussy with my mouth, and I revel in the sounds she’s making. I hear the wood on the headboard groan and then snap under the pressure of her new-found strength. “Fuck. I’m so sorry!”
She says in panic.
“I don’t fucking care about the headboard, Chess. I want you to come all over my face.”
She shivers as my voice vibrates up her clit into her body. Her legs tense as she tries to squeeze her thighs together, but my hold on her pins her open to me. She comes and my dick is painfully hard for her.
Her chest is heaving as she tries to catch a proper breath. I shift her hips back and her ass smacks against my stomach as her arms fall limply to her sides. I need to fucking come myself, but I honestly don’t think she can handle me fucking her again right now. Her body looks spent, and for good reason. I broke my own fucking record tonight. No, I obliterated my record tonight. Most I’ve been with can only handle coming twice, maybe three times if they’re ambitious, but Chess managed five in the span of an hour. Four were one right after the other.
I can feel her ass graze against my cock, and I slam my eyes shut. “Are you okay?”
She asks. She shifts back slightly and her back stiffens as her eyes go wide. My cock definitely touched her ass that time. “Wren,”
she purrs, leaning forward on my chest. She drags a finger lightly over my collarbone and across my throat. “Do you want me to take care of that?”
I bite my lip as she licks hers, and gazes up at me through her full lashes. “Please,” I growl.
She props herself onto her knees and shifts herself back down to my thighs. Her eyes stay on me the entire time. She grips my cock in her hand and swirls her thumb at the tip. My stomach clenches and my body feels like a beehive, buzzing with need. She sticks her tongue out and slides her mouth around it, and I tip my head back at the pure bliss radiating through my body.
She moans around my cock, and the vibration ripples through my body right to my core.
“Fuck, Chess,”
I hiss out. My hands lace into the sheets around me as she bobs her head up and down my length. She takes me completely into her mouth and gags around my size before popping me out on a gasp. She plunges my cock back into her mouth and I swear I feel it hit the back of her throat. My cum shoots out and her eyes water and tear as she tries to swallow every last bit of me down.
“Come here,”
I call to her, and she crawls back up towards me. “Open your mouth,”
I say to her, and she does. I can see a thin layer of my cum still coating her tongue. “You’re very good at that,” I smirk.
She swallows again and hovers near my face. “Really?”
She says surprised.
“Yes, Chess.”
I loop my hand through her hair and pull her mouth down to mine. I can still taste the lingering remnants of my own cum on her lips, but I’m sure she tastes herself on mine too. She settles into my chest, and I brush through her hair until her breathing steadies under me and she lets out a soft sigh as she finally falls asleep. Exhaustion is pulling at my senses as well and I welcome the darkness that overtakes my mind.