Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Unaware of Draikis’s distress not far from her own room, Ella lay awake staring at her ceiling, thoughts, emotions, as well as some really strange new feelings running amok in her amped-up body.
She’d tried to sleep, practicing her four-count box-breathing she’d learned in a yoga class one year, as well as focusing on relaxing each individual body part one at a time until her whole musculature was at ease.
That didn’t work.
In fact, it was a particularly bad idea where sleep was involved as the more she focused on her body, the more she could sense it was changing. And nothing felt stranger than the faint buzz of the new tattoos embedded in her skin.
Sure, she expected some new sensitivity—she had just received rather ornate designs all over her body, after all—but this? This level of distracting feelings shooting through her was a bit too much to ignore. Especially the one in the middle of her chest.
The Infala, she mused, her fingers absent-mindedly drifting up her body to touch it, almost expecting a static shock from the contact. There wasn’t one, of course, but there was something else. Something deeper. More primal.
Ooh, now what is that? she wondered as she gently caressed the marking.
Odd jolts of both pleasure as well as something else surged through her flesh.
The pigment was alive, a symbiotic plant extract that would now live out its days bonded to her body.
But this was more than her skin feeling extra delightful this evening.
She felt something else. A strange almost tugging sensation, as though something nearby was calling to her, its song picked up and amplified by the fascinating new rune on her chest.
The sensation shifted abruptly, a weird feeling almost as if she was being doused with warm water ran over her body. A moment later she felt herself become quite wet, but not from any shower or bath.
Ella’s body was absolutely buzzing, as if a switch had been thrown, and there was no way to turn it off.
“Fffffuuuuuck,” she groaned as the strange wave of pleasure surged hard, her clit thrumming as her folds engorged from whatever the hell this was.
It felt good. Really, really good, and she wasn’t about to complain.
Her hands slid across her body, one gliding up to cup her breast, squeezing and teasing her nipple in a way that sent lightning bolts of joy to her pulsing nub. Her other hand moved downward, her fingers testing the waters between her legs, finding them warm and inviting indeed.
Ella grunted quietly as she curved her fingers and slid them between her lips, already slick with her juices. Her beckoning hole was so sensitive she nearly jumped at the feeling of her fingers sliding inside, her body far hotter and more reactive than she was remotely used to.
“Oh, yeah,” she gasped, pressing her palm against her clit as she worked her fingers inside herself, coaxing the swollen little patch of roughness just inside her throbbing pussy.
Her G-spot felt like it was absolutely on fire with arousal, insanely sensitive, the pressure she felt coalescing inside like she’d been on the receiving end of an epic fucking, though she’d only just begun working herself toward a climax a few moments ago.
“Holy shit,” she gasped as a tiny orgasm broke free, hinting at much larger things very soon to come.
Ella immediately stopped worrying about how this was happening to her. Whatever this was, it was amazing.
She shifted her hand and squeezed her nipple harder, sending a delightful shiver down her legs and a burst of hot electric joy to her belly where it quickly formed into a rapidly growing bundle of tingling bliss.
It was all so good. So intense. Ella gave her nipple a final squeeze then slipped her fingers down to her clit to properly work it, the fuzzy-hot ball of almost numbing tingles spreading to her thighs as she rubbed little circles with increasing pressure.
Her other hand stayed hard at work, her fingers covered in her juices, her excitement reaching a fever pitch as the odd rune on her chest seemed to pull even harder, as though it was inexorably tied to whatever was causing this. The instigator of her frantic arousal.
Ella’s hearing abruptly began to muffle, and her head grew hot, tingles spreading across her forehead while her belly clenched up.
Her toes curled hard, her feet and legs losing control, vibrating and twitching as her climax erupted in an orange-yellow burst of sexual dandelion fluff embracing her body with the most intense orgasm imaginable, every nerve on fire as she rode the wave as long as it wanted her.
Ella had no idea how long she’d been in her blissed out state when she finally regained her vision and some semblance of bodily control.
“Holy fuck,” she murmured, blissed-out and satisfied like she hadn’t been in a really long time.
The thought of getting up to bathe passed through her mind and left just as quickly as she began to slip into a contented slumber, her body revitalized and relaxed, and her odd new Infala rune somehow sated and content.
Perhaps if she’d known she had just climaxed in unison with the hot priest residing not far from her within the same walls, she’d have wondered how such a thing might be possible. But exhaustion and release were powerful allies, and together they pulled Ella into a deep and restful sleep.