26. Fluffy Smutty Goodness #2
Seth must be feeling it too, because his thighs are trembling where he’s holding them out of my way, and his hisses of pleasure are punctuated with sweet little whimpers and desperate pleas that finally lead me to drive home in one hard thrust. He inhales sharply, but I don’t give him much time to adjust, quickly angling my hips so that our shadow cocks hit both his prostate and my g-spot on the way out.
Setting a steady pace and aiming for that spot, I move my hips in a rhythm designed to orchestrate as much pleasure as possible.
“S-shit! Oh, f-fuck,” Seth wheezes and glances at the mess his leaking cock is making against his stomach.
The shadow tendril wrapped around the base of him only makes his darkening shaft look that much more engorged as magic swirls chaotically just under his skin.
His inner shaft head is pulsating rapidly, an echo to the beating of his heart.
He whines, and then meets my eyes, “P-please, touch—nyugh! T-touch me, please.”
The physical sensations alone are marvelous, but there’s a special sort of potency and adrenaline that comes with fucking a being as powerful as Seth, that just heightens everything so much more.
Every moan, or little growl, or sharp intake of breath is an accelerant to the volatile pleasure building.
His vulnerability and raw reactions are catalysts—and as I wrap my hand around his hot, throbbing cock and stroke him, we’re both dangerously close to detonating.
I drag my palm across his tip, lathering it with his natural lubricant, and stroke firmly from just above the shadow cock ring to the tip of his outer shaft, rotating my wrist as I go.
“Does it feel good, baby?”
He nods frantically, but I’m not satisfied with that response.
My hand pauses near his base, and I squeeze.
He chokes out a sob as I thrust a little harder, rolling my hips in an assault on his prostate.
We both start to shake with the intensity, only I’m preventing him from coming, while I can feel the first thready flutters of my own impending release.
“I—fuuuck. I need, oh g-gods.” Seth whines and moves a hand to reach for his cock, but I bat it away.
He keens imploringly, and I take pity on him, stroking him with tantalizingly slow passes as colors dance behind my eyes and my pussy clenches hard.
My pace falters as my orgasm crescendos so forcefully that it leaves my ears ringing.
My hips slow to a near stop, but I continue leisurely caressing Seth’s painfully hard cock.
He’s glistening with a sheen of sweat, little involuntary tremors making his muscles twitch in waves, and I take a minute to catch my breath and just look at him.
He’s so fucking gorgeous, especially like this. All mine.
“Do you want to come now, baby?” I lean forward slowly, holding eye contact with his wildly blazing orbs, and run my tongue over the bobbing, bright blue head of his inner shaft.
He moans, and it’s half rapture, half agony, but wholly fucking sexy. I can still feel my heart beating in my pussy, but I think I’ve given it enough time that I can go again. I do enjoy edging him, but I know he hasn’t done this in a while, and I think he’s getting close to his limit now.
Seth growls without any bite, “I n-need it.” Still, the sharp intensity of his orbs somehow makes up for the docility of his bark.
I stand up straight and let go of his cock, gently pulling out of him.
He makes a sound of protest, and I don’t blame him, being achingly empty now myself.
I crawl onto the bed next to him and press a kiss to his lips quickly as I drop onto my back.
Before I can even open my mouth to tell him to swap places, he’s straddling my waist, cock in hand.
We do have a slight size difference between us, but I’ve never felt it as surely as I do now, with his muscular frame settled over me.
If I didn’t trust him so much, I might have panicked at the all-encompassing feeling of being pinned by him, but I do trust him—more than anyone.
Relaxing into the mattress, I sigh contentedly, enjoying this small grounding moment before Seth shoots me back into space among the stars.
And then, apparently deciding he can wait no longer, Seth positions the shadow cock against his hole and slowly sinks down onto it.
I moan as I’m simultaneously filled with the other side of our magical strap-on, and watch through hooded eyes as he bites down on his bottom lip.
He slides his big hand along his length, slow at first, flicking his wrist just so when he reaches the tip.
Seth is moaning almost continuously now, and it’s my turn to whimper as he picks up the pace, using those strong legs to bounce on my cock, and undulating his hips in a sight so lascivious that an orgasm all but sneaks up on me out of nowhere.
My fingers dig into his hips, and I cry out, enthralled by the sight of his hand shuttling up and down his cock more vigorously with each thud of my heart against my ribs.
“S-Seth!” I shatter, my vision tunneling until all I can see is him, and then white spots cloud my sight, morphing into stars that flash in colorful waves behind my clenched eyes.
Sweet Death! He finally removes the shadow cock ring, and an overwhelming amount of pleasure assails me through our bond, plummeting me into another orgasm—this one so relentless that tears run down my cheeks in steady tracks.
My whole body is alive with energy, an electrical current running through my veins, shocking my nerve endings with unfiltered ecstasy so potent it burns.
Seth must have been caging in some of his emotion with that cock ring, because the flood of it through our bond now is absolutely staggering—effectively crippling me, reducing me to that blathering, blissed out pleasure slut I was so hell bent on making Seth.