Chapter 4 Vaxan #5
“Need your magic,” he uttered breathlessly, guiding my hand behind me. “Make your exquisite ass nice and slippery, Vax.”
Vax. That was endearing.
I reached back and called my power.
I was groaning in the next moment as I did as he’d instructed, feeling all that slick warmth coating my insides in the most glorious way.
He shifted to my side and a tap to my chin had me lifting my head to see his cock right in my face.
“More,” he uttered, taking my hand and placing it at the base.
I hissed, then lashed his balls with my forked tongue.
“Fuck,” he choked, jerking at my attentions.
I continued, cataloguing his every reaction to the intensity, the pressure, the precise areas that I attended to.
Within moments, he was shuddering and cursing out into the room as I tormented him from balls to crown with my serpentine tongue.
“Now,” he panted. “Magic now… another couple of licks and I’m gonna come all over your face.”
“That sounds glorious, beautiful.”
He grinned, eyes shining at me.
I called my power and lubed up his cock until it was glistening with it and making his eyes roll back in his head.
As I went to lick him again, he grasped my jaw, holding it captive, before abruptly moving away. I chuckled to myself; he was right on the edge. That knowledge, that I’d taken him to that point, sent a primal wave of satisfaction through me.
As he settled back behind me, a flicker of reality breached my pleasurable reverie.
Why had he needed to ask for my power?
His Necromancy was the aspect wherein he could perform feats like that—not his Wraith side. So that had been problematic to use, then?
Something was amiss with that side of his hybridized nature?
Was that why I hadn’t once seen him use his necromantic power in all the time that I’d been observing him since we’d been here?
All thoughts were wrenched away as I felt his finger breach me.
“Everything is fine,” he spoke. “Even if there was an issue with my power usage, I still operate on a death-aligned frequency. You can feel it, right? I’m not readable as living prey to you? Your Basilisk nature isn’t registering me as a target.”
“It’s not, no.”
“My natural low temperature is slowing your venom glands and stabilizing the pressure to prevent expulsion when you’re on the verge of exploding with pleasure.
Same goes for the petrification, except in the sense you literally can’t perform that on me because I’m not life.
” I heard the smile in his voice as he said, “Feels so peaceful, huh?”
“Absolutely no doubt about it.”
“I’m glad.” His words ended on a groan as he sank his finger deep into my ass.
I panted and threw my left hand out behind me.
He clasped it as he drew out of my ass to the tip, then plunged in again.
When he twisted, my nails scored his skin.
Through it, he kept his grip on my hand steady, grounding me.
“You’re doing really well, already taking me so deep.”
“Ungh… yes… more.”
He eased out, then I felt two fingers pushing back inside.
He began pounding, escalating to a brutal rhythm that had me beside myself.
Twisting.
Scraping.
I bellowed out into the room as he stabbed at my prostate, sharp bliss shooting through me and making me writhe on the bed.
He zoned in on it, stabbing and curling.
My mouth fell open and a long, continuous strangled cry tore from me as my whole body shuddered.
Ecstasy overpowered me and then I exploded, shooting ropes of cum all over the duvet beneath me.
Winter eased his fingers free carefully and stroked my ass cheeks soothingly.
“Mmm… you can come without any stimulation to your cock.”
I started at his comment.
I hadn’t even… that hadn’t occurred to me, to even reach beneath and tend to it. I’d been far too caught up in what he’d been treating me to.
He leaned over me and growled at my ear. “Want to know what it feels like to experience both, exquisite creature?”
I lifted my head and looked out to see him stroking his cock viciously with his free hand, his desperation clear.
And yet, he was still ensuring the decision and the control were mine to determine.
Doing that, the way he was in all things… it spurred me on.
The next thing I knew, I was lurching up, then tackling him, and driving him down onto the bed on his back.
I ground my cock all over his and he cursed out into the room as he felt the roughness of the scales against his shaft, then bumping against his crown.
“Yes! Fuck!” he roared, grasping my ass and moving us together.
Lube and precum slicked us in moments, his cool skin against my overheated flesh feeling like utter nirvana.
“Little death,” I breathed, rising up on him.
He pushed himself up against the headboard with me on him.
“A little higher,” he guided, and I felt his knuckles brushing against my ass as he reached around and grasped the base of his cock, holding it steady for me.
I shifted, jolting as I felt his tip right beneath my ass.
Then I eased down.
A choked sound escaped me as he breached me.
The burn was both pleasure and pain colliding.
I lowered myself further and a rumbling moan escaped us both.
He started gliding his palm up and down my shaft, the dueling sensations threatening to send me hurtling into a frenzy.
Lower and lower I went, taking him deeper and deeper, feeling him opening me up, gliding against my walls, that raw burn becoming something else entirely as I adjusted.
Our gazes clashed and the intensity undid me.
I slammed down the rest of the way, our cries crashing into one.
He grasped my hips and carefully rolled his.
I cursed and threw my head back. “Yes… yes.”
“Mmm… the way your spectacular ass is swallowing my cock… incredible.”
He thrust suddenly, making me buck on him as it hit that sweet spot deep inside.
He smirked at me as he did it again.
And again, and again.
I lost all control, clutching at the chain of his necklace, then scraping my nails across his abs, before then lashing his pecs with my forked tongue.
I dug my nails into his shoulders, sinking deep enough that I drew blood.
He hissed and his eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure.
“Want to fuck me?”
I eyed him curiously. “Aren’t you a—”
“There’s flexibility. It depends on the situation, the moment.”
“You’re sure?”
He nodded. “Fuck me while I play with your lovely dick.” He fisted it. “Pulsing in my hand… I can’t wait until it spurts hot cum all over me.”
Mmm. This side of him was… unexpected. This was obviously him so incredibly deep into it, all roadblocks down.
“Will you eat it all up like a very good boy?”
His eyes lit up. “Every drop.”
“Mmm.”
He went to buck his hips, but I slammed my hands to them, holding him there.
And then I grasped his throat, jerked him to me, and started riding him wildly.
Like an unhinged thing.
Like an animal.
Like a fucking beast.
Slamming, grinding, holding him in place with my hand around his throat.
“Ungh… fuck,” he rasped against my grip, as he fisted my cock viciously, until I was pumping into his hand and riding him ferociously at the same time.
I was nearly delirious with so much sensation and intensity when I shifted and his cock hit my prostate. I slammed down harder and harder, rougher and rougher, as ecstasy clawed at my insides, radiating out everywhere.
I released his throat, then grasped his shoulder and held him to me.
His hand became a vibrating force of motion around my cock.
And then it was too much—I detonated, spurting into his hand.
Just coming and coming until my cum was dribbling down all over his fingers and everywhere.
He lurched, grabbing at my nape, a moment before I was gasping at the sensation of him coming deep in my ass.
It was unlike anything I’d ever felt and my body relished it, another surge of pleasure taking me over. Winter’s eyes widened as I came again, all over him this time.
Shuddering from all the intensity, I went to ease off him, only to have him lift me off himself, then dive down onto me and ravenously devour all the stickiness covering my cock. It had me writhing and crying out. “Winter… damnation! Ah! Ah! Ah!”
I was utterly boneless by the time he laid me down beside him on the bed.
His arms were around me in the next moment in an astoundingly protective embrace.
I turned my head and licked at some of the cum on his chest, tasting my own.
His hand brushed my ass. Then he brought his fingers to my lips. I opened and he fed me his cum. I licked up every drop and swallowed it down.
“I never would have thought it,” I breathed, relaxing against him.
“What’s that?”
“That you possessed a filthy side.”
“Is it too much?”
“If it was, I wouldn’t have allowed you to feed me in that manner.”
Relief flooded his handsome features. “Yeah. True.”
I reached out and stroked his cheek. “Don’t censor yourself for others. Do you hear me, little death?”
He nodded. “Okay.”
Emotion welled in his eyes and he blinked it away.
I tightened my hold on him. “All will be well.”
“Will you be here… in the morning?”
I frowned. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I mean, I know it’s your room, but you could take off until I wake up and let myself out, and then—”
I grasped his jaw. “Look at me,” I commanded when he kept his gaze focused on the heavy black velvet drapes I had covering the arched window to the left of the bed.
Those magnificent amethyst orbs flicked back to mine.
“I. Will. See. You. In. The. Morning.” I brushed my lips over his. “Are we clear?”
A smile spread over his face. “Yeah.”
“And then even far beyond that. In fact, soon you’ll likely be absolutely sick of me. You won’t be able to stand me in your space, or summon the wherewithal to endure another message from me.”
He burst out laughing, that glorious sound rolling through my room.
“You’re really something, you know that?”
“As are you.”
We sank into one another, then.
I smiled to myself as a sense of utter serenity enveloped me.
Because tonight was the first time ever that the world had just fallen away.
A commotion cut into my subconscious, pulling me from my reverie.