Chapter 25 #3
Skylar scratched at his shoulders and chest, trying to find purchase, as she released a beautifully haunting cry. His quickening speed caused her orgasm to go on. That, or the time between them was so short that the next one barrelled into her just as the waves of the previous one ended.
She came around him with tight, pulsing squeezes, and on him as she squirted a little. Her complexion reddened with a lack of oxygen as she tried to take in the strangled breaths he kept knocking out of her with each savage thrust.
“I love you,” she sobbed out as tears slipped from the corners of her clenched eyes. She managed to get the nails of her right hand into his shoulder, and they dug in hard as she pulled on him. “I love you.”
Within an instant, his chest swelled in reciprocal answer, as did his tail when it created a heart behind him.
He elongated his horns’ appendages and reformed their ends to hold her thighs down in place of his hands as he lay over her and slipped his palms beneath her.
The new position curled her onto herself more, deepening the way he thrust inside her as he held her waist and the back of her head in a caring, protective hold.
“I know you do,” he said softly through quick, shallow huffs.
He buried his face into the side of her neck and hair, breathing in her pretty scent.
“I’ll need you to tell me by moaning my name for me.
Remind us who is inside you, fucking you, filling you, making you scream until you cry, sob, and black out from pleasure.
Show me just how much you fucking love me by coming over every inch of my cock. I am made for you.”
She wrapped her arms around his back and scored him with her nails as she did exactly as he asked.
She climaxed hard in a wonderful squeezing, spasming cuddle, and he licked across her ear with an airy groan as his eyes rolled back.
There was so much pressure that she was crushing him, but he was too strong, too powerful, and he easily battled the tightness with pumping hips.
“Vorg,” she chanted whenever she gained her voice back, often losing it on quiet whimpers or loud screams. “Vorg.”
“Fuck, you feel so good.” His arms tightened around her as his balls were given a moment of reprieve from slapping against her arse when they drew up. “I’m about to come nice and deep in this slutty little pussy. Don’t fucking stop until I do. Keep coming for me, darklight.”
Trapped beneath him, Skylar twisted, scratched, and fought. Oversensitive and overstimulated, she cried and pleaded as he ravished her like a mindless, horny beast – the inhuman, gluttonous creature that he was.
He only relented when he shoved in deep, and his mouth opened so wide that his fangs brushed against the sheets as he released a bellowing moan.
He quaked through full-body ripples when his dam of seed finally broke free, and his eyes rolled back again as pleasure blasted him into sightlessness.
His tail twitched behind him in time with his cock through every pulsing rope of cum.
And she moaned for him, her pussy fluttering around him to sweeten his release he was so taut for he couldn’t even rock his hips. All he could do was press her into the soft mattress until it finally eased up and he could breathe again.
His tail appendages released her legs so she could bring them down, and for a moment, they were one. Their heart beats, so rapid and frantic, danced in unison as they puffed and heaved against each other’s sweat-coated bodies.
He nuzzled into the side of her neck again – one of his favourite places – praising her with affection and purrs that vibrated from his chest into hers squished against him.
Her arms fell against the bed and her legs spread with languidness around his hips.
Vorg pulled back just enough to see she was still awake, but so dozy and dizzy that she’d gone limp.
He gently placed his fingers under her chin to turn her face towards him, and she looked up at him with blown pupils.
A mischievous grin curled his lips.
All messy, just how I like her. Her make-up was everywhere, her cheeks were tear-stained, and her hair a tangled, black pool around her head. Absolutely beautiful.
Thoroughly pleasured and sated.
“If it wasn’t already obvious,” he started, lifting a hand to smear her lipstick as he caressed her luscious lips, “I love you too.”
He had likely fallen for her first, as he’d been infatuated with her from their first meeting.
Her mouth quirked into a lazy half-smile in answer.
Vorg rocked his hips back and forth just once to remind her of his presence, his ongoing stamina. She winced, tightened up, and groaned.
“Do you want to go again, or lie on my chest?”
“Cuddle,” she whispered, reaching up to palm his neck.
Tsk. Pity.
He withdrew slowly until his cock unplugged from her, and the gush of his blue-tinged seed leaving her used and gaping pussy was so erotic he almost changed his mind.
I can’t wait until I can torment her all night again. He was being a very good student to master her trade for this very reason.
Vorg then reclined against the pillows while pulling the little pampered witch against him.
She wriggled to make herself comfortable on top of him, while blatantly ignoring his still throbbing, aching, and raging hard-on lying against his hip.
She laid her head on his chest right over his beating heart, and he curled his tail around her leg to make the embrace feel closer as he ghosted his clawed fingers up and down her spine.
In all his life, he never expected it would become so short or be this amazing. Or that a witch would accidentally summon a metamorphic monster and completely upturn his life for the better.
He walked two fingers down her back. Lucky– He grabbed her arse cheek with a soft spank. Me.
He chuckled when she didn’t scold him and instead pushed it into his palm and wiggled. So he jiggled the bottom of the round globe with his fingertips, causing her to giggle.
Fucking perfect.