Chapter 8 On Display #2
My heart hammered against my ribs, a mix of embarrassment and wild excitement coursing through me.
One of his hands slid up to cup my breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers as the other dipped between my legs, collecting my wetness before positioning the head of his cock at my entrance.
The dual stimulation made me moan, my head falling back against his shoulder.
"Ready?" he asked, his voice a rough growl in my ear.
"Yes," I gasped, beyond caring who heard or saw. "Please, Magnur."
He entered me with one powerful thrust, the stretch was intense, borderline painful, but exactly what I needed. I cried out, my back arching as he filled me completely, his size making me feel deliciously impaled.
"That's it," he praised, beginning to thrust into me. "Take all of me."
As his pace increased, I felt something change, a shift in the energy radiating from him.
The hand on my breast grew slightly heavier, the fingers longer, the nails sharper against my sensitive skin.
The cock inside me seemed to thicken, texture changing subtly as ridges formed along the shaft, stimulating new places with each thrust. I glanced down at the hand gripping my thigh and saw that his normally pale skin had darkened slightly, veins standing out more prominently, nails elongated into subtle points.
"Magnur," I gasped, both alarmed and aroused by this partial transformation.
"Don't be afraid," he growled, his voice deeper than before, vibrating through my back where it pressed against his chest. "This is what you do to me. What you make me become."
Far from frightening me, the physical manifestation of his desire only heightened my own. The thread between us burned white-hot, pulsing in time with his thrusts. I could feel pressure building low in my belly, a tightening coil of pleasure threatening to snap.
"I can't—" I choked out, overwhelmed by sensation. "It's too much—"
"You can," he insisted, his rhythm never faltering. "And you will. You'll come for me, for them, showing everyone who you belong to."
His words pushed me closer to the edge, my body trembling on the precipice of release.
The hand that had been on my breast slid down to where we were joined, his fingers finding my clit.
I screamed as the orgasm tore through me, my body convulsed, inner walls clamping down on him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.
Dimly, I was aware of Magnur growling in approval.
"That's it," he praised, his voice barely recognizable through the haze of my pleasure. "Show them how good I make you feel."
"More," I begged, my voice ragged and desperate as I twisted in his lap. "Please, Magnur, I need—"
He understood without me having to finish, his hands gripping my waist and lifting me off his length.
The sudden emptiness made me whimper, my body clenching around nothing.
Before I could protest further, he was moving us, repositioning himself on his back in the center of the platform bed, his transformed cock standing proudly against his abdomen.
"Come here," he commanded. "Ride me. Show me how badly you want it."
I scrambled to obey, straddling him with trembling thighs.
I braced my hands against his chest, feeling the ridges and valleys of old wounds beneath my palms as I positioned myself above him.
His hands settled on my hips, guiding but not controlling, allowing me to take him at my own pace.
The head of his cock pressed against my entrance, the alien-like ridges that had formed during his partial transformation promising new sensations.
"Take what you need," he encouraged, his eyes never leaving mine as I sank down onto him inch by excruciating inch.
The stretch was divine, my body still sensitive from my previous orgasm. When I had taken all of him, I paused, adjusting to the fullness, and the way he seemed to touch every part of me from the inside.
I began to move, lifting myself nearly off his length before sinking back down. The rhythm was unsteady at first, my thighs quivering with effort and lingering pleasure, but I soon found a pace that had us both groaning.
"Look at you," Magnur growled, his hands tightening on my hips as I rode him with increasing desperation. "Taking me so deep, so perfectly."
His words spurred me on, my movements becoming more frantic as pressure built once more.
I leaned forward, changing the angle to grind against him with each thrust, chasing the friction I needed.
His hands slid from my hips to cup my breasts, thumbs flicking over my nipples in time with my movements.
"You feel so good," I gasped, my head falling back as a particularly deep thrust hit something that made my vision blur. "So fucking good."
"You were made for this," he replied, his voice strained with the effort of letting me control our pace. "Made to take me, made to be mine. I'm going to fill you completely, breed you and mark you as mine forever."
His hips began to thrust up to meet mine, taking control of our rhythm, his supernatural strength allowing him to lift us both with each powerful drive. The change in pace drove him deeper, hitting places inside me that sent sparks shooting up my spine and down to my curling toes.
"Yes," I cried, bracing myself on his chest as he took over.
"Come for me again," he demanded. "One more time. Together."
I shattered around him, my body convulsing as pleasure crashed through me in waves so intense I nearly lost consciousness.
Through the roaring in my ears, I heard him growl as his own orgasm hit.
His cock pulsed inside me, filling me with wave after wave of heat as he continued to thrust through both our climaxes.
When the final tremors subsided, I collapsed onto his chest, boneless and utterly spent.
His arms came around me immediately, cradling me against him.
Neither of us spoke, our ragged breathing the only sound in the room as we slowly returned to ourselves.
I had no idea how much time passed as we lay there, my body felt used in the best possible way, pleasantly sore, thoroughly sated, marked by his touch inside and out.
Magnur's hand lifting to stroke my hair back from my sweat-dampened face. "Still with me?" he murmured, his voice back to normal.
I nodded against his chest, not trusting my voice yet. He rolled us to the side, finally slipping free of my body. The emptiness made me whimper softly, my oversensitive flesh protesting the separation.
"Shh," he soothed, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I've got you."
He left the bed just long enough to reach the control panel, cutting off the gazes of those few observers who remained.
Privacy restored, he went to a cabinet beside the bed where he retrieved a soft cloth and a bottle of water, using the first to gently clean between my thighs while encouraging me to sip from the latter.
"You were magnificent," he told me.
"Thank you," I whispered.
He helped me back into my dress, smoothing out the wrinkles with his hands.
"There," he said softly, adjusting one of the thin straps over my shoulder. He'd already dressed himself, only the slightly rumpled quality of his hair betrayed what had just transpired.
When he offered his hand to help me to the door, I took it gratefully but the moment I put weight on my legs, they buckled beneath me like overcooked noodles. I would have collapsed if not for his quick reflexes.
"Whoa," I laughed weakly, clinging to his forearm to stay upright. "That's...embarrassing."
His smile was equal parts pride and concern. "Not embarrassing. Flattering." He steadied me, giving me a moment to find my balance. "Try again?"
I took a tentative step and immediately knew it wasn't going to work. My legs trembled violently, muscles liquefied by the multiple orgasms he'd wrung from my body. Standing was barely possible; walking was out of the question.
"I think you broke me," I admitted, another laugh bubbling up despite my embarrassment. "In the best possible way, but still."
Without a moment's hesitation, he bent and scooped me into his arms.
"Better?" he asked, looking down at me with such tenderness that my heart did a stupid little flip.
"Much," I agreed, letting my head rest against his shoulder.
Before leaving, he grabbed a soft blanket from a cabinet and draped it over me, providing an additional layer of modesty for our exit.
"Ready to face the world?" he asked quietly.
I nodded, suddenly aware that we'd have to cross through the main club to reach the exit. People who potentially had watched us would see us, the thought sent a fresh wave of heat to my cheeks, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant.
Magnur carried me through the doorway and into the club.
The atmosphere had shifted during our private time, the energy more languid now, performances more sensual as the night deepened toward early morning.
We reached the entrance foyer and the stone golem, opened the door for us without comment, though I swore I saw something like amusement in his eyes.
The cool night air was a shock against my overheated skin.
I shivered involuntarily, and Magnur tucked the blanket more securely around me.
"Cold?" he asked, already moving toward where his car was parked.
"A little," I admitted. "But it feels nice after...everything."
Magnur managed to open the passenger door without setting me down, a feat that impressed me given the awkwardness of the angle. He placed me gently on the seat, making sure the blanket stayed wrapped around me before closing the door and rounding to the driver's side.
"Okay?" he asked after a few minutes of driving in comfortable silence.
"Perfect," I answered truthfully. Better than I'd been in longer than I could remember.
His hand squeezed my thigh gently. "Rest," he said. "We'll be home soon."