Chapter 49 #2
She was succumbing. She was losing herself to the thrills of sex. Only there was so much to lose in this situation. It wasn’t about swapping energies and sustaining herself for another hundred years. It was about losing herself in the process.
Or so she thought when she went into this.
Now that Nala accepted her fate as a beast’s bride, she had to work it to her advantage.
How could she prove to herself and the universe that this was truly a good thing?
How could she make Varen prove that she was worthy of having Nala’s body, soul, and heart?
How could she show herself that it was worth all those parts of herself to submit to this woman? For Varen to become her Mistress?
“I bet you can’t do it,” she snarled against Varen’s lips. “I bet you can’t get in me.”
“Is that a challenge? Because I will do it.”
Varen sat up, her hands still on Nala’s breasts as she thrust her hips forward.
She still wore her pants, yet the fabric rubbed against Nala’s inner thighs, taunting her.
Fuck that zipper. That was both an exclamation and a demand.
She hated it. She hated that her body craved sex, let alone with this beautiful beast who was taking a piece of her spirit.
All so she could make Nala her bride. What a night.
“You’re gonna be shocked, ma’am,” Nala spat. “It’s not as easy as you’re hoping.”
“I like a good challenge. It would be boring if this were over in ten minutes.”
She could be fucking me in two minutes. Maybe fewer.
Nala trembled at the thought. When she realized it was a tremble of desire, she nearly fainted.
“Tell you what.” Her thighs were wet by the time Varen finished tearing away the last of the fabric covering her slit.
“If you can actually fuck me, I’ll give in. I won’t have a choice at that point, will I? I’ll be so in lust with you that all common sense will fly out the window.”
“You promise, huh? What good is a siren’s promise, anyway?”
“As good as I can make it… but I promise.”
Her grin would be menacing to most, but not to Varen, who probably anticipated this. That’s part of the reason she chose Nala, right? “I don’t think that will be a problem.”
“You might be surprised.”
Varen kissed her, wiping the grin off her face as Nala pulled against the elaborate ceremonial binds keeping her tied to the headboard. I’m hers for the taking. Would she be able to do it? Or would Nala prove herself to be the worthiest opponent in love and lust?
The Nala who was role-playing with her girlfriend knew what was within easy reach.
Had Varen worn it in her jeans? Nala had no idea.
She didn’t care how Varen did anything, as long as their fantasy came true.
Yet Varen must have been covert in the club because she didn’t get up to grab the implement Nala had purchased for the occasion.
I went all out, sweetheart. Nala knew what she liked now.
She knew how they could both use a strap-on, dildo, whatever and both come as hard as they fucked each other.
Or, in this case with the vibrating toy Varen unleashed from her jeans, as hard as Varen went for it. Nala was tied up, after all.
Nala didn’t mean to moan so loudly when the strap-on met her spread opening.
Am I falling this quickly? According to the script, she would fall eventually, but even Nala didn’t anticipate feeling so damn good when Varen tried to enter her the first time.
And there weren’t even vibrations, Nala’s new favorite thing when toys were involved!
Tried being the operative word.
“Damnit,” Varen cursed, ignoring Nala’s knowing chuckles. “Would you sit still? You’ve got to give me a fighting chance.”
“Who said you got any breaks? You either do it or you don’t.” Nala narrowed her eyes the moment she took in Varen’s visage. “If you want me that badly, if you want me to submit, you’ll have to earn it.” Wink, wink.
Thank goodness Varen wasn’t stupid. She knew what Nala meant right away. And, fueled by crazed lust as she was, she was quick to pull Nala’s hips into her hands and bring her upon the strap-on instead of the other way around.
“I made you, now didn’t I?”
Oh, she sure did.
Nala wailed in the sudden bliss overtaking her, like Varen overtook her body.
She was halfway inside her, fighting to know her, own her.
Nala wanted so badly to succumb like any mortal woman would.
Why wouldn’t she? This woman was gorgeous.
She was the queen of the world in any realm they spoke of.
She would ensure Nala felt this good for the rest of her life.
So what if her brain turned to mush in the process? Perhaps it was an existence worth experiencing. Nala had done things for herself for far too long. It was time to let go.
“Holy shit!” Whether or not Nightingale would say that, those words came from Nala’s mouth and echoed with Varen’s determined movements. She was not gentle. She was not forgiving. The challenge was set before her, and unless Nala uttered her safe word, she would continue to pursue what she wanted.
All of her.
Nala cried out, every part of her giving in to the lust and carnal pleasures surging through her.
This woman wasn’t only a beast. She was a professional.
Nala wasn’t the first creature she tamed, but she would be the last.
The one she chose to be her bride, the shadow lurking in every corner.
There was a lot of honor in that. What had she been so concerned about?
“Fuck me!” Nala’s hips thrust against Varen’s. “Fuck me!”
Once she found her hold on Nala, Varen did not hold back in doing so.
Nala’s eyes slammed shut, fending back the exuberant sensations filling her every crevice. How had the mortals done it? Or was it in Nala’s nature to feel everything more intently? Especially with a beast like Varen?
“I’m fucking you, Nightingale.” Varen pulled on Nala’s leash, forcing her torso up with her arms still splayed behind her, hips digging into the bed as Varen thrust into her below.
It is intense. It’s amazing. I don’t care how it feels.
It’s what I want. “You’re mine, now. You must give yourself to me in every way I demand.”
“Yes!” Whatever energy Varen injected into her, it was working. No wonder she was the best. Even Nala had fallen easier than a tower of cards. Now she was at this woman’s whim. No, her Mistress’s whim. “I’ll do whatever you want! Please!”
“Please what?” Varen stilled, taunting Nala with how she filled her. She’s going to kill me, I swear. Nala’s legs remained spread in the air, any shame she felt about this situation completely obliterated. What shame? Ha! Who had time for shame?
Varen, that was whom.
In all her fun, Nala had almost forgotten what Varen got out of this.
I made sure to write it in. In fact, she was more focused on Varen’s growth than her own.
Easy to say when she was begging Varen to fuck her harder than she ever had before.
“Don’t show any mercy on me tonight.” Those were her parting words to her earlier. “And I love you.”
Yet now she could see in Varen’s terrible eyes that plenty of shame still lurked within.
Sure, they could make up fanciful stories about how she was raised to be ashamed of her birthright as a taker of essence, a lover of women.
But even after all their weeks together, Nala still knew that deep inside…
Varen Lake felt guilty about loving her.
With any luck, she wouldn’t after tonight.
“Please use me however you want, Mistress,” Nala finally said. “Use me freely. You’ve already hunted me down. Now reap your reward and show me what it’s like to see nothing but the beautiful darkness you offer.”