Chapter 69 #2
She was drenched. Could feel her arousal coating his shaft as he rubbed against her, slicking them both up. Every drag of his cock through her slit made her whimper. The head caught on her clit and she gasped, hips jerking.
"Please," she begged. "Dante, please—"
"Please what?" He positioned himself at her entrance but didn't push in. Just held there, the thick head stretching her opening, barely breaching her. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you inside me." She tried to roll her hips, to take him in, but his hands pinned her to the mattress. "I want you to fuck me. Please. I need it."
"Need what? Say it."
"Your cock." The words spilled out, shameless and desperate. "I need your cock inside me. Filling me up. I've been empty for so long. Please."
He pushed inside her.
The stretch was intense. She gasped, body arching off the bed, fingers clawing at his shoulders. He was big. So much bigger than her fingers, than anything she'd had before. Her cunt struggled to accommodate him, walls straining around his girth, burning as he forced her open.
"Breathe," he commanded. His jaw was clenched, muscles trembling with the effort of holding still. "Relax. Let me in."
She forced herself to exhale. To relax her muscles. He sank deeper, inch by thick inch, and she felt herself opening for him. Stretching. The burn faded to fullness, and the fullness felt like completion.
"That's it," he murmured. "Good girl. Taking me so well. Your tight little cunt is swallowing me up."
When he was fully seated, his pelvis pressed against her clit and his cock so deep she could feel him in her throat. She was stuffed. Impaled. Completely full of him.
"Look." He grabbed her hand, pressed it to her lower belly. "Feel that? Feel how deep I am?"
She could feel the bulge of him inside her. Could feel his cock pressing against her hand from the inside. Her fingers traced the shape of him through her own skin, and the intimacy of it made her eyes sting.
"You're inside me," she whispered.
"Yes." He pulled back slowly, and she felt every ridge of his cock dragging against her sensitive walls. The friction was exquisite. "And I'm never letting you go."
He thrust back in.
She screamed.
He fucked her with deep, powerful strokes.
Each thrust punched a cry from her throat.
The sounds of her cunt taking his cock filled the chamber.
She was so wet. Drenched. Her arousal coating his shaft, dripping down to pool beneath them.
She could hear it. The slick, sloppy sound of her being fucked open.
"Listen to that," he growled, driving harder. His balls slapped against her ass with every thrust. "Listen to how wet you are for me. Soaking my cock. Making a mess of my sheets."
"Dante—" She couldn't form words. Could only moan and writhe and take it.
His shadows joined in.
Cool tendrils wrapped around her wrists, yanking them above her head and pinning them to the headboard. The grip was firm. She tested it, pulled, and the shadows just tightened.
Others slithered around her ankles, pulling her legs wider, spreading her open beneath him until there was nothing left to hide. She was helpless. Exposed. Her cunt stretched around his cock, on display for him to see.
"That's better," he said, looking down at where they were joined. She followed his gaze and saw his thick shaft pistoning in and out of her swollen folds, glistening with her arousal. "Now I can see everything. See your pretty pussy stretched around my cock."
A shadow slid between their bodies, finding her clit.
She jerked at the sensation. Cool and silky, pressing against her swollen nub in tight, precise circles. The shadow worked her with relentless precision.
"Oh hells—” Her back arched off the bed. "Dante, your shadows—"
"They've wanted to touch you for weeks," he said, fucking her harder. "I've had to hold them back. Stop them from crawling under your skirts and making you come in the middle of court."
Another shadow curled around her breast, squeezing the soft flesh. A tendril found her nipple and pinched, rolling the stiff peak between incorporeal fingers. Then it lowered, and something cool and slick wrapped around her nipple and sucked.
She cried out, back arching. It felt like a mouth, but cold. Insistent.
She was being touched everywhere. His cock pounding into her cunt. Shadows on her clit, her breasts. Cool sensations sucking her nipples. Tendrils stroking her throat, her thighs, the sensitive crease where her leg met her hip. It was overwhelming. Too much sensation from too many directions.
"I can feel how close you are," he growled. "Your cunt's getting tighter. Squeezing my cock like a fist."
She was. The pressure was building, coiling in her core, fed by every thrust and every shadow-touch. Her whole body trembled on the edge.
"Come for me." He drove deep, grinding against her. "Come all over my cock. Let me feel it."
The shadow on her clit pressed harder. Rubbed faster. The others sucked harder on her nipples.
The orgasm ripped through her. Her cunt clamped down on his cock, pulsing, milking him. Her scream echoed off the walls, his name over and over until her voice cracked. She thrashed against her bonds, body convulsing, and still he fucked her through it.
"That's it," he groaned. "Fuck, you feel good when you come. So tight. Squeezing me so hard. That's it. Give it all to me."
She was still shaking, still spasming around him, when he pulled out.
Dante
He flipped her onto her stomach.
She went limp as a ragdoll, still trembling from her orgasm, and he arranged her how he wanted her. On her knees. Face pressed into the pillows. Ass up, presented to him like an offering.
He looked down at her cunt—swollen and pink, her folds puffy from use. Glistening with her release, practically dripping with her arousal. Her little hole gaped slightly, stretched from his cock, clenching around nothing. Begging to be filled again.
His cock throbbed at the sight. He was so hard it hurt.
"Look at this pretty pussy," he murmured, running a finger through her folds. She shivered, whimpered. "All wet and used. Already so sloppy for me. And I'm not done with you yet."
He lined himself up and slammed back inside.
She screamed into the pillow.
The angle was different like this. Deeper. He could see his cock disappearing into her body, could see the way she stretched to take him. The rim of her opening clinging to his shaft every time he pulled out, like she was trying to keep him inside.
"Watch," he commanded, and shadows lifted her head, made her turn to look. A mirror materialized from the darkness, angled so she could see everything. "Watch me fuck you."
Her eyes fixed on the reflection. On the image of her own body, ass up, being pounded by the Reaper behind her. On his cock slamming into her cunt, glistening with her wetness. On the way her tits swayed with every thrust, on the way her mouth hung open in constant moans.
"See how good you take me?" He thrust harder, making her cry out. "Made for my cock. Your tight little cunt was made for my cock."
His shadows wrapped around her again. Around her wrists, pulling them behind her back. Others slithered around her thighs, keeping them spread. One slid between her asscheeks, teasing, and she jerked.
"Dante—"
"Shh." The shadow circled her puckered hole. Not pressing in. Just rubbing. Making her aware of it. "Not tonight. But soon, I'm going to fuck you here too. Fill every hole you have. Make you take my cock everywhere."
She moaned, pressing back against the shadow. Against his cock. Taking everything he gave her and begging for more.
He grabbed her hips and fucked her harder. Brutal now. All finesse gone. Just raw need. The slap of his hips against her ass echoed through the chamber. The sound of her pussy taking him over and over. Her moans, muffled by the pillows, growing higher and more desperate.
The shadow on her ass pressed slightly into her hole. Just the tip. Just enough to make her feel it.
She came.
Without warning, without his permission, her cunt clamped down on him so hard he saw stars. She screamed into the pillow, body shaking, and he felt her release around his cock. Felt it drip down his balls.
"Fuck—" The sensation dragged him to the edge. "I'm close. Where do you want me?"
"Inside," she gasped, still shaking. "Fill me up. I want to feel it. Want to feel you come inside me."
He grabbed her hips hard enough to bruise and fucked her through her orgasm. Chasing his own. Two more thrusts. Three.
He buried himself to the hilt and came.
The orgasm ripped through him with force. His cock pulsed inside her, flooding her cunt with his release. He roared her name, hips jerking, emptying himself completely. Her walls milked him through every pulse, squeezing out every drop.
When it finally stopped, he collapsed over her. Pressed her flat into the mattress with his weight, still buried inside her.
He withdrew slowly. Watched his cum leak from her swollen pussy, white and thick against her pink flesh. It dripped down her thighs. Pooled on the sheets.
"You're dripping," he murmured, running his fingers through the mess, pushing some back inside her. "Full of me."
She made a satisfied sound. "Good."
Brynn
She couldn't move.
Every muscle in her body had turned to liquid. Her cunt throbbed, tender and well-used, still leaking his release. She could feel it sliding down her thighs, cooling on her skin.
She'd never felt so thoroughly claimed.
"How long before we can do that again?" she asked, voice hoarse from screaming.
His laugh rumbled against her back. "Give me ten minutes."
True to his word, he was hard again before she'd finished catching her breath.
The second time was slower. Sweeter. He laid her out on her back and worshipped her with his mouth.
Throat. Breasts. The soft curve of her belly.
He licked her clean, his tongue scooping out his own release, groaning at the taste of them together.
Then he kissed her so she could taste it too.
Salt and musk and the evidence of their claiming.
"I love the taste of us," he murmured against her lips. "Going to eat you out every time I fill you up. Clean you out just so I can fill you again."
He slid back inside her. Easier this time, slick with his cum and her arousal. Made love to her with deep, rolling thrusts. His eyes never left her face, watching every flicker of pleasure.
"Beautiful," he breathed. "So beautiful."
She came twice more before he let himself follow. Spilled inside her again, adding to the mess.
The third time was in the bath.
He carried her on shaking legs, lowered them both into the steaming water. They were supposed to be getting clean. Instead, she ended up in his lap, his cock sliding back inside her well-used cunt. The hot water soothed her tender flesh even as he stretched her open again.
"We're making a mess," she gasped as she rode him, water sloshing over the edge with every roll of her hips.
"Don't care." His hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks, helping her move.
She came with his name on her lips. He followed moments later, spilling inside her for the third time that night.
After, they actually managed to wash. His hands gentle on her swollen, sensitive flesh. Cleaning away the sweat and arousal.
They collapsed into bed. His shadows curled around them both.
"Can't walk," she mumbled against him.
A rumble of satisfaction vibrated through his chest. "I should have warned you."
"Smug bastard." But there was no bite to it. She felt too boneless and satisfied to muster any real protest.
"Your smug bastard." He settled beside her and pulled her against his chest. "My thief."
"Your partner,” she corrected, eyes already drifting closed.
"That too." His hand stroked through her hair. "Sleep. You need rest.”
"So do you." Her fingers traced idle patterns across his chest.
"I will,” he replied, his hand continuing its soothing motion. "After I'm sure you're actually sleeping."
She smiled against his skin, exhaustion already pulling her under.