Chapter 24
Although recently sated from their frenzied lovemaking, Nala now looked at the room below her as they ascended the spiral stairs…
and shivered in anticipation. She’s going to throw me down on her bed and consume me.
What was once sore and begging to be left alone now woke up again, pleading for the woman who controlled half of Nala’s destiny to completely have her way with her. As Nala.
Sure enough, the moment they entered the bedroom, Varen let Nala fall to the bed, hard. The whole mattress swallowed her, Nala’s body at the mercy of her desire to feel more of Varen’s overpowering lovemaking, and…
Oh, my sweet merciful justice, she is so hot.
Nala’s thighs trembled as she wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Varen stood beside the bed, ripping off her clothes and discarding them on the floor.
Her sullen demeanor, one put through Nala’s paces of cheek-slapping reality, broadcasted that she was eager to put someone in her place.
Such a heated look prompted Nala to open her legs, each toe curling around the edge of the bed as she propped up on her elbows.
“Now, say that you want me.” Varen’s tone was as aggressive as it was desirous. “I want to hear you say it. I need to know what you want from me.”
Both of Nala’s hands pressed against her forehead in a futile attempt to recharge. “I want you to completely take me over. I…” She wasn’t going to say it, but she saw Varen standing before her, lascivious eyes drinking her in. “I want you to own me.”
Those were not words Nala Nazarov would say out loud, even if she fleetingly thought them. She was supposed to be independent, a woman who didn’t bend to the will of a single person – not like she wanted now as she gazed upon Varen’s naked form and subsequently melted into the mattress.
It was something Nightingale would say… but that identity was pushed away for now. Realizing that every thought she had belonged solely to Nala, her true self, was almost scarier than anything Varen could physically do to her.
“That’s funny,” Varen said, crawling between Nala’s legs and spreading them wide with a touch of the hand. “I was hoping you would say that.”
“Are you going to do it?” Nala’s meek voice belonged to someone else.
As much as she wanted this, she was afraid.
Afraid of what? Losing her independence?
Any respect Varen still had for her? Why should I be ashamed?
I told her to stop being ashamed! Now I’m getting what I want! “What are you going to do?”
“Do you want to hear?”
She bit her lip. “Yes.”
Varen was between Nala’s legs, hovering above her, head lowering until her arms bent on either side of Nala’s head and her breath, hot and commanding, touched her ear.
“I’m going to own you, Nala. I’m going to take you until you know, well and good, that you belong to me and no other. Nobody else can have you like I do. You’ve reawakened the Domme in me. Now you must survive her.”
Varen held Nala’s arms above her head, hands clasped together. Nala knew to leave them there when Varen cupped her breasts, freeing them from their bra and pinching nipples already hard from arousal. Nala cried out in an emphatic need to be taken.
“I’m ready,” she whimpered, legs wrapping around Varen’s waist. Although her thighs were sore, and her slit almost too wet to bear, she was ready. “Do whatever you want to me. Make me feel like there’s no other in the world but you.”
The look Varen flashed her said that she could make that sound easy… but deep inside, she would be doing her damndest to make it a reality. Even women like Varen couldn’t make the world bend at the knee. They had to earn it.
Varen smacked one of Nala’s breasts before getting off the bed again.
Nala squeezed her eyes shut, her cry of delectable alarm still stuck in her throat.
She had a request there. She knew Varen considered the contents of her toy chest, and all Nala could think about was what she experienced back in The Raven when Varen was her guiltiest.
“Make this bed shake, huh?” she taunted. “Make me shake.”
Varen hesitated before saying, “You’re giving me orders right now?”
Nala laughed, rather uncontrollably. That was all Varen was getting out of her.
When she returned, Nala gasped to sense her body once more.
“Tell me you want this,” Varen said for the hundredth time that night.
Nala didn’t recognize the toy coming for her entrance, but she knew one thing.
I feel so easy right now. Nala was not a woman of any upstanding quality.
She had already been used by Varen once tonight.
Just a matter of time before she used her again. “I need to hear you say it.”
“Fuck yes, I want you.” Nala’s whole body jiggled as Varen sat up and moved the bed from just her weight. “And this time I want to hear you come like you mean it.”
“That won’t be difficult.” Varen slowly pushed forward, the invasive tip of a strap-on taking Nala like she wanted. There’s no resistance now. Her body was prepared. It knew what to expect. It wanted her tonight, tomorrow, probably a year from now.
“And I…” Nala bit back her words as vibrations dimly hummed throughout the toy inside of her. Varen likewise groaned, insinuating that she felt it too. “I want you to talk dirty. For fuck’s sake, give me the full treatment like you almost did the first time we did it.”
“I was angry then.” Varen loomed over her, the vibrating strap-on snug and deep inside Nala’s hungry body. “I’m not now. I don’t want to be angry at you.”
“I didn’t say to be angry.” Nala struggled to speak as the vibrations spread through her abdomen, her chest, straight to her mouth… “I said talk dirty, ma’am.”
“Oh, it’s like that?” Varen thrust up into her once, eliciting a gasp of surprise from Nala’s throat. “You want to hear what kind of girl you are?”
The grin on Nala’s face could break bones and shatter skulls. “Only if you’re as harsh on yourself too.”
“I always am, darling.”
Their bodies crashed together. From how Varen turned up the intensity of the vibrations, Nala knew this conversation was over for now.
Fine. Let her disappear into sex.
Nala’s nails, cut nearly down to the cuticle, attempted to dig into Varen’s shoulders as she thrust into her again and again.
She wailed, she cried out, and she whimpered in surrender as Varen Lake, a woman she happened to meet completely by chance, showed her all the reasons they belonged to each other, even if only for tonight.
“You’re such an insufferable demon,” she growled into Nala’s ear, taking her to a new level of pleasure – the level she briefly experienced the first time they fucked.
“Even after all that, you’re still exactly what I need. You fucking succubus. God!”
Varen paused, pushing the vibrations throughout her skin, Nala’s skin, never mind what also pushed at her deep inside.
“You’re the first woman to make me want to come in years. I can’t…”
Breathless, Varen covered Nala in kisses that bruised her cheek and left a hickey on her throat. “I can’t deny you.”
Yes, yes, that was it. Nala wanted to know she was a demon, like Varen.
They were both broken, shoddy angels no longer good enough for Heaven.
They lurked in the shadows, sipped from the cup of bitterness, and spent their days searching for their next victims.
So happened that succubus Nala set her sights on her fellow depraved devil. Varen – a formidable pair.
“More,” Nala pleaded, wondering how much longer she had before Varen lost the will to continue. “Please!”
“How dare you,” Varen gasped. “How dare you do this to me? I’ve made it this long without faltering. Then you…”
She stilled, reorienting herself. “Then you come along and turn me back into this insatiable beast. All I want is your damned cunt. The more your body screams out to me, the more I want it. I need to know I do this to you…”
Oh, Heaven! A glimpse of the Heaven she had been cast from!
“Take it!” Varen clasped Nala’s arms, holding her shoulders down on the bed as her hands flailed above her head. Legs shook in the air, the bed straining beneath the force of Varen sharing in the intense vibrations with Nala. “Take it, you fucking devil. You…”
Say it! Nala wanted to hear how easy she was. How much she loved this sort of thing. How disposable she could be if her Mistress no longer found her amusing. She’ll never. She’ll want me forever.
“Nala!” The desperate cry echoing in her ear only brought her back to reality for a moment.
That moment was long enough for her to see the look of exquisite pleasure on Varen’s countenance as she gave in to pleasure.
Nala could hardly feel it for herself anymore.
She was so enthralled by Varen letting go, holding her, sharing her femininity…
that vulnerable, tender femininity she shared with no one else…
The connection between them rippled through Nala’s loins, making her soul more accessible than ever before.
What made her think that such a thing could happen to someone like her?
How had she seduced this woman again? Who was Nala, other than some stupid girl too brash for her own good?
The only thing bringing them together was their thirst for knowledge and justice. What kept them together?
It wasn’t…
No, it couldn’t possibly be…
Nala wanted to laugh, but she was too involved with the feelings surging through her body in the form of a woman named Varen Lake.
She collapsed on top of Nala, breathless, the vibrations still buzzing between them.
Varen moaned Nala’s name a few more times, languid kisses falling on her throat and sauntering up to her lips.
Only then did Nala realize that her body still craved orgasm, and there it was, the moment Varen looked at her with such hauntingly grief-stricken eyes.
“Oh, my God…” Nala whispered as pleasure ascended her back to Heaven.
It was slow, steady – agonizing. Yet while Nala rode through her intense climax, savoring every second as if she would never know them again, all she could think about was shoving Varen off her and worshipping every inch of her naked, sensitive skin.
She did just that when Varen least expected.