Chapter 10 | Sephania #2
The half-blood lets out a small sound as I crush his body against my breasts. My hand slithers beneath his pants to grip his tight ass, his cheeks flexed against my hold. “Relax,” I order.
“Yes, Mistress,” he answers diligently, and his flesh soothes in my palm.
I run my hand lower, between him, and trail a ghosting touch over his balls. He tightens again, groaning, before I give him a stern eye which makes him relax.
My next probe settles the moment. I sink two fingers into his asshole and his lips part with a long sigh. “Do you like that, cub? Do you enjoy when your mistress plays with you and rewards you for doing such a good job?”
He nods incessantly, forehead falling between my neck and the crook of my shoulder. “Y-Yes! Fuck me stupid, Mistress, you’re amazing. Please don’t stop.”
I finger his hole and watch as he spills himself inside his pants, soiling the fabric darker. A wicked smile curves along my face in the night sky. The chill on the roof is a nice contrast to the heat budding between our bodies.
“Take your cock out and do what you want to me,” I tell him. “You deserve it, Garro.”
He nods hurriedly, huffing as he rips his pants down once I’ve withdrawn my fingers from his ass.
His cock swings out—hard as the shingle I’m laying on—slightly curving, dripping his arousal.
His eyes glitter as they drag over my body.
I can only imagine what devious purpose he has for me, his hips straddling my stomach.
Knowing his strength, he can destroy me if he wants.
Garroway crawls forward, over my softer body, dragging his balls across me belly before dipping low. I chuckle, immediately knowing what he intends, and then lift my tunic from my waist.
When I let my tunic fall over his thick cock, he presses against the underside of my breasts. I sandwich them together with my hands, smiling up at him. “You naughty, greedy boy. You want these tits controlling you, is that it?”
He nods like a puppy, eager and so damned greedy. “Please give me your warmth, little honey badger.”
He croaks when my heavy breasts wrap around his cock beneath my shirt. He starts mindlessly thrusting, tenting the top of my tunic with every hard thrust. He grunts as he fucks my heavy tits and I keep them squeezed together for him.
I make him hold my breasts a moment later so I can get up to my own work.
Hoisting him forward by the backs of his thighs, I grab his ass and finger his hole while he fucks, gently squeezing his balls intermittently.
I lean forward and tongue the tip of his cock through my tunic every time his length punches through my cleavage, tasting his arousal dabbing through the fabric.
I hum low and he lets out a moan when I press his most tender spot inside. Cum flies from his cock, through my shirt, painting my neck and chin with his thick essence.
I chuckle, lick him up, and then he begins to collapse on top of me.
“Oh no you don’t,” I growl. “I’m not done with you yet. It’s my turn.”
His eyes widen with devious need, eager to let me take control. I know the submissive side of Garroway Kuffich is strong enough to overpower every violent instinct of his. In my hands, he is clay waiting to be molded.
I abruptly flip us, using my heavier weight to roll us sideways and then up. I go to my knees, folding him, and his ass slides on the tops of my thighs. His hard cock squeezes between my breasts and shirt.
I lean down and suck his essence from his shaft, then set him hard on his back on the shingles. My thighs jiggle in the pale moonlight as I lower my pants and straddle the dhampir’s narrow waist.
Guiding his cock with my hand, I stroke him a few times for good measure, then sit on him. His cock surges inside me, thickening even as I fuck him from above. My hands fall to his chest and I slam my ass down, rattling the shingles beneath him.
My moans ring out in the night as I make quick work of the half-blood.
I even grab his ankles and lift his legs, pushing them back toward his body to put him in a yielding, subservient position.
If I possessed the fat tool he has between his narrow thighs, I could easily breach his hole from this angle.
Instead, I’m satisfied with watching his face screw up with desire and his body jiggling under mine as I keep smashing my heavy ass against his thighs.
The claps of our mingling flesh ring out in the night. He lets out a low groan and I roll my head back and growl at the moon. I feel him tighten inside me, constricting, and an orgasm pulses through my body. At the last second, I gasp—
Lifting off his cock as he blows warm cum across my thighs. I hold him by the ankles like a pet I’m reprimanding, smiling as he trembles and jerks from his spasms. His eyes roll as he finishes his release.
Now I let him collapse, since he’s done such good work. We hardly spoke through the escalating moment, letting our lewd, needy bodies do the talking, knowing just what the other wanted.
With a heavy, content sigh, I lay on top of him, putting my entire weight on the smaller dhampir. He chuckles in my ear.
“What?” I ask, slightly lifting my head before letting it sink against his shoulder. I’m tired now—it’s been a long, raucous day and night.
“I never even had the chance to sip your blood, as you promised,” he mutters.
“It’s not too late.”
“Don’t need to. I’m spent.” He clears his throat. “And besides . . . it is too late.”
My brow furrows. “What do you mean?”
His chin nudges toward the horizon, past the broken-down tenements of the southern district of Nuhav. In the distance, past the sturdy walls encircling the city, the first glimpse of orange and pink signal the coming day.
“Shit,” I murmur. “Dawn.”
He nods dreamily against me. “We’d best get inside the room before I cook.”
“I thought you didn’t crisp like vampires, being a half-blood.”
“Eventually I will if I’m out here long enough.”
“Well,” I say, begrudgingly sitting up on him, “we wouldn’t want that. The brothel’s already going to have a rude awakening this morning when they find one body outside. Truehearts know they don’t need to find another one on the roof, too.”