Pure Requiem - Aja James Page 0,44

as it is confusing.

“Lever up a little, baby.”

Baby?

She’s never called me such. I’ve heard the endearment used between Gabriel and Inanna, Tristan and Ayelet, Cloud and Aella, but not with the other couples in the Shield, and not very often.

It is another one of those modern colloquialisms that I do not entirely understand. While I can see the merits of a male who is larger and stronger calling his female this, I cannot wrap my mind around a female calling her Mate the same.

And yet…I liked it when Ishtar used it with me just now, I decide.

I like it a lot.

I do as she requests, and as soon as I push up on my elbows, one of her hands massages its way from my perineum to cup my scrotum and give it a lingering squeeze, before rhythmically clenching and releasing its way up the column of my sex. At the same time, I feel her warm breath blow into the seam of my buttocks, teasing my anus, making me tighten the surrounding muscles reflexively.

Gods, what is she doing to me?

I’ve never…she’s never…These feelings she evokes in me defy description.

Her hand is slightly wet from the rain, but her palm is hot like the rest of her. She begins to milk my staff with hard, possessive pulls, her fist screwing over the top of my swollen cockhead to collect and spread my slickness before twisting back down over the length of my sex. Her other hand spreads my ass cheek as she licks slowly from the base of my sex, over my sacs, across my perineum, and through the valley of my buttocks, glancing just barely over the tender tissues of my anus.

She does this repeatedly, over and over.

Her hand pumps my cock in a steady, relentless rhythm, but her tongue grows more daring with each pass between my buttocks. Until I feel the tip, and then the flat of her tongue, swipe and linger over the tenderest part of me, each time for a longer duration than the last.

You taste so good, Tal, she says in our joined minds. Salty, sweet, spicy, clean. You feel so good. Steel and silk. So slick and wet here at the crown. Will you come for me, baby? Will you let me in?

Fuck. Her words are my undoing.

My hips move on their own accord, trying to increase the friction of her hand around my cock by pulling back when she pushes forward. My arms quiver with the stress of keeping my body slightly off the ground, when all I want to do is let go and pound a hole into the earth.

I want to take control so badly.

She commands me to release, but she doesn’t let me. Her hand squeezing my base and balls whenever I am close to the edge. The pressure inside builds to an unbearable crescendo, until the pain of my thwarted release overcomes the fear and pain in my mind.

I can feel the tendons in my neck pop as I shake my head from side to side, chasing that impossible high that she dangles just out of my reach.

Come. Now, my love. Come for me.

All at once, I let go, clenching my body tight, before releasing my seed in jet after jet of hot, milky ribbons into the grass, overflowing her hand. And in the midst of my mindless euphoria, at the moment of my release, I feel a hot, wet, slippery muscle spear into my unclenched hole, reaching deep.

Fucking gods!

A hoarse shout tears out of my throat at the indescribable sensation of being penetrated and jacked off at the same time.

There is pain, so much burning pain. The strength of her fist around my tortured, sensitive, pulsing sex. The invasion of her tongue into my body, into the core of my unhealed wounds, like rubbing salt upon raw, bloody flesh.

But there is also pleasure. Undiluted, unfathomable pleasure. The freedom of my never-ending release. The healing venom in her saliva that spreads inside of me, numbing, soothing.

And then, she slowly moves her tongue around, thrusting, licking, until the tip repeatedly, ruthlessly, rubs against something inside that racks my whole body in uncontrollable shudders of intense pain and pleasure.

“Stop…It’s…too much…Fuck…”

I can only stutter the barely intelligible words through gritted teeth, my body completely beyond my own control now.

I am a slave to Ishtar’s will. She is remaking me from the inside out.

She doesn’t stop. She doesn’t let up. She commands me with her greater animal strength, drawing out my release endlessly