19. Shibari Shadows #2
That thought dies a quick death as Ryn releases my cock before winding her arms around my neck and jumping up, neatly wrapping her legs around my waist. My hands shoot out to help support her, and she leans in, running her hot tongue up the length of my cheek, licking my tear tracks.
I suck in a breath through my teeth and rock my hips against her involuntarily, groaning when she grinds her core against me in return.
“Seth, baby, please.” Her voice has an edge of urgency to it, and my cock pulses in response, even as my chest aches at the endearment.
“You just—” I take a shaky breath and try again, “Do you know what psychopomp tears can do?” I’m not really sure which answer I want to hear the least. No, because that would mean she just drugged herself with the world’s most powerful upper unknowingly—or yes, because…
She nods, and the cracks on my heart spread a little more, “Vitality if someone is injured, powerful stimulant otherwise. I’m not injured, so I’m,” she moans and writhes in my arms, and I can feel the heat of her through our clothes, “I’m finally feeling good, and I’d like you to fuck me now.”
I swallow thickly and stare at her, waiting to see if she’ll say anything else. Acknowledge the fact that consuming a psychopomps tears is usually only done by soul-bonded partners, unless otherwise invited to do so. If she knows that other stuff, she has to know this too, right?
A small furrow appears between her brows, and she shifts slightly in my arms and frowns, “Unless you don’t want to, I thought—”
“I want to.” My hands tighten around her thighs, trying to hold her in place. I can’t even think straight anymore, and to be honest, I don’t want to fucking think right now. Like I said, let it all be future Seth’s problem.
She grins and nods over to the bed, signaling where she wants me.
I squeeze her thighs in assent and carry her toward it, spelling our clothes off on the way.
Ryn gasps as her bare cunt glides against my cock, and she wiggles until her clit rubs against one of my protrusions.
I pause by the foot of the bed, my head falling back with a moan as she grinds her soaking wet core along my length, stopping when my bulbous head notches at her entrance.
My inner shaft pushes forward, just barely breaching her, and our breaths hitch in unison.
“Be a good boy and sit with your back to the headboard while I bounce on this thick cock.” Ryn’s honeyed voice whispers in my ear, and I groan as she bears down and the entire tip of my cock is sucked into her wet heat.
I whimper and fall to my knees on the edge of the bed, and Ryn mewls as she slides down my length.
She hums and bounces, “I like you on your knees, baby. Crawl for me?”
If my orbs could cross, they’d be fucking sideways.
I knee-walk toward the head of the bed, little grunts escaping me as Ryn bobs up and sinks down again with every move I make.
This fucking bed has never felt bigger, and I pant as I drop against the headboard, letting go of Ryn’s legs and fisting the sheets on either side of me.
“Such a good boy. I think you deserve a little reward, don’t you?
” Ryn tilts my chin up with one finger, and I nod as if on command.
She smiles, and my heart aches, the bittersweet pang quickly turning to an excited thrum as she rolls her hips and holds her hands behind her back, thrusting her perfect tits close enough to lick.
“Shadow Shibari? Use your shadows to tie me up and use me like a flesh-light?”
My jaw drops open at her suggestion, and I quickly reach for her waist, but she shakes her head and tuts.
“No hands, Seth. I want to use you, too.”
Does she want it this way because she thinks it’ll be less intimate? I clear my throat and quickly push that thought away. Because even if that is the reason for this request—which would fucking hurt, let's be real—current Seth wants to fucking try it out, preferably without crying.
I nod and send shadows out to wrap around her hands, pulling them together behind her back and looping the shadow in knots down the length of her arms. She sucks in a sharp breath as I send more shadows to circle her chest, quickly knitting them together in a Takatekote pattern that frames her perfect tits like the works of art they are.
Finally, I wrap her thighs with shadow replicas of my hands, and dig them in, partially hoping that she’ll leave here later marked with the proof that at least for a little while, she was mine.
Using my shadows to lift her up, I watch as she bites her lip, her eyes on fire with heated desire.
Holding her so that just my tip is inside her, I interlock my fingers and fold my arms behind my head.
My abs flex with the movement, and her nostrils flare as she tries to roll her hips, to no avail.
This might have been a mistake on her part, because now that we’re here and I have her tied up and weeping for me, I’m not inclined to rush to the finish line.
A smirk tugs my lips to the side, and her eyes widen slightly, right before I send out another shadow to pulse against her clit.
Ryn moans, deep and throaty, and my cock throbs in response.