Chapter 18
Haven
Vytln wasn’t touching her, but this was probably the sexiest moment of her life.
Being completely exposed, stared at with such unrestrained and desperate hunger as he barely held himself back.
For the first time in her life, Haven knew what it felt like to truly be desired by someone, not just being the person someone’s desire was aimed at, and it was an incredible feeling.
But it couldn’t completely bury her curiosity for the male now exposed to her. Or the strange differences in his body.
Vytln was no human man, that was for sure. And now she could see the whole of him, head to toe, and she could really appreciate it. Her gaze wandered without shame or hesitation.
The circle of thorns on his head, rough and scratched from years of fighting and struggles, lead down to a blocky face with dark skin only darkened further by the glowing embers that were his eyes.
The bright, open scars started on his chest, were heaviest on his arms, with a few cracks and splits continuing on his thighs and one on his calf.
He had black claws, short and thick, like they were made for digging, on both his hands and his feet.
The lines of his muscles seemed harshly defined, like the sharp facets on a rock face, giving him a harder, more angular look.
He had more horns, she noticed. Singular jutting ones that came up from his elbows and his knees.
They weren’t peaked like the ones on his scalp, but they were hard and distinctive.
But it was his groin that got the most of her attention. The differences between him and a man that made her want to crawl closer and see more.
The ridges of his abs were harshly distinct, as were the creases at his hips that would normally point right to the base of his cock.
But instead of a shaft placed there in the center, his cock was laying up flat against his abdomen.
Right there on the line that went up between his abs, there was a slight divot wherein his cock rested, already full size and throbbing.
The veins going up the length were harshly defined, and she could visibly see the throbbing of his pulse within them. The head wasn’t large, though it was blocky, but the body of the shaft was thick, rounded and heavy.
As she watched, it throbbed and twitched.
And began to rise. Lifting from its bed, it came up, the throbbing increasing until the entire length was visibly pulsing.
And as it came up, she saw the second one.
Hiding beneath the first, it too rose from the line between his abs.
Twin to the first, the second cock was also thicker in the middle and had harshly defined veins that seemed to get bigger before her very eyes until his entire cock was pulsing.
Two. What was she even supposed to do with two?
Well, she knew what she could theoretically do with two, but that steady, pulsing throb around the engorged flesh in the middle made something like anal seem absolutely terrifying.
She couldn’t fit both in one hole either.
Even if she stretched herself out, she didn't think her pelvis would be wide enough.
Oh, but the idea of trying…
How was the idea simultaneously hot and terrifying?
Vytln was somehow both a grower and a shower. While, length wise, his cocks didn't elongate, that threatening girth expanded until she winced, even as her pussy throbbed with eager hunger. Happy to try taking that boulder to the root.
Then, he grabbed them. Both cocks in one hand, he gripped them tightly, even his own fingers not fully reaching around both.
He slowly pumped them up and down. Haven didn't even realize she was mimicking the motion with her finger, slowly brushing up and down her clit, until the electric jolts of her own touch made her legs start to shake.
“One at a time?” She whispered, needing to be sure. Even knowing it was impossible, still wanting to try more.
“One at a time,” he agreed, changing his grip so he was fisting the lower cock – what had been the first cock laying on top of the other.
“This one first. I’ll fuck you with it until you scream and fill you until you think you might burst. Then, when it’s done, I switch.
” His hand switched as he said it to the second, now upper, cock.
“And then I take you with this one and fuck you with it until it comes too. Back and forth, never leaving you empty, always leaving you plugged.”
The squared head was not well defined, but that thickened center certainly promised to be big enough that nothing would be able to escape. She’d be stuffed full of him and his cum until he chose to stop. And it had to be his choice because, as he promised, she’d be bound and helpless.
Haven let out a shuddering moan, her entire body thrashing once at the very thought.
She was never helpless. She was never still or unmoving.
The threat of becoming so, of being forced to do nothing, unable to touch or see or speak, should have been terrifying.
But there was something there, something thrilling and exciting.
The allure of the unknown and forbidden.
No one would ever have been able to tame and tie her before.
But she bet Vytln could. He was the only one who’d ever been able to successfully trap her. Stop her. Control her. He’d be able to render her helpless and unmoving. And she’d love every second, because it was so antithetical to everything she was.
Her fingers were moving faster now. Her body shaking and quivering as her legs fell open, almost as though trying to beckon him closer.
He didn't come closer. His hands were moving quicker now as well, once more stroking both cocks. Slamming his palm up and down. Treating himself so harshly. She wanted to replace his fist with her body and let him use all that force on her instead.
It would hurt. It would stretch her to the edge of tearing. She’d have bruises from his fingers, from his thrusts, from the pounding against her cervix.
But she craved those aches with a hunger that somehow hurt worse.
“Vytln!” She cried, her entire body tightening as she rapidly rubbed her clit, chasing an orgasm that was just out of reach. Dancing right on the edge.
“Yes,” he growled, the grinding rumble of his voice punctuated with her rough slap of his fist coming down to the base of his shafts. “Look how beautiful you are. Look how desperate you are. I should tie your hands right now and deny you this orgasm.”
“No!” She wailed, even as her pussy pulsed and throbbed, excited by the threat.
“Oh, yes. You don’t get to come unless it’s on my cock or my tongue or my fingers. Enjoy this orgasm you get now. It’s the last one you’ll ever be allowed to give yourself.”
Haven screamed, her entire body locking up.
The promise, the dark certainty of it, the very idea that he was the only one allowed to pleasure her, threw her over that last barrier.
Something hot lashed at her feet and she opened her tightly closed eyes to see him grunting and tense, squeezing his cock as another rope of cum erupted and landed over her toes.
His cum glowed red and orange and yellow, like his eyes but lesser, and it was hot on her foot.
Not burning, but definitely warmer than she expected.
And the sight of it there, marking her skin like his scars, sent another wave of pleasure rushing through her.
She collapsed to her side, thighs trapping her hand in place even as she had to keep her finger elevated off of her throbbing, now too sensitive clit.
Vytln grunted, another rope of cum landing just short of her, lashing across the bedding.
The next one landed on his own hand, glowing against his skin.
But he paid it no mind as he instead stared at her with a burning, hungry gaze.
And while the first cock began to thin, it didn't shorten. And the second just throbbed harder, eager for him to keep going. Like a threat that made her shiver in frightened, eager anticipation. Like the excitement just before entering a haunted house.
Vytln smirked at her, and for the first time since she’d begun pestering him, she could see the monster that once walked free. One he’d hidden within himself to ease his own life.
Now staring at her with blatant desire.