Pure Requiem - Aja James Page 0,53

tilt my head to give her better access, biting lightly on her shoulder.

Her hand leaves the base of my cock to push and rub against my perineum while her other hand clutches my balls tight, stalling my release.

I slow the undulations of my hips until I am merely pulsing inside her vagina, short bursts and long grinds against her voracious core. With the relative stillness of my upper body, she can slowly, painstakingly sink her fangs into the thick vein at my throat without tearing into it.

At the first deep draw of my blood, I clench and unclench reflexively, helplessly, my body on the precipice of release, but her tight fist around my balls prevents it.

When next my body squeezes tight and opens again, her longest two fingers push beyond my perineum to sink into me, burning me from both ends.

I hiss at her invasion—her fangs in my neck, her fingers in my hole—it hurts so fucking good.

I’m drunk on the pain. And the mind-numbing pleasure that follows it when her venom sets my blood on fire, when her fingers rub relentlessly against that raw, hungry, secret place inside.

She sucks on my vein and thrusts into me in sync with my cock’s burrowing inside her core.

You’re mine, all mine! She growls in our linked minds.

My cock. My balls. My ass. MY TAL!

All of a sudden, she releases my scrotum and pulls out of my throat. My orgasm barrels down upon me like an avalanche, and I shoot in hot, jerky pulses inside her, filling her up. So much, that it overflows us both, leaking down our thighs in milky rivulets, mixed with her own juices.

Her fingers stay inside my ass, keeping the pressure and friction against that spot.

Gods! It’s too much. She’s breaking me apart. Over and over and over, I shudder and quake against her, inside her, all around her.

But I don’t want it to end. I love the way she destroys me. I love that she’s the only one who can ever put me back together.

I can destroy her too. Only me.

I shift against her in one smooth undulation, like a mountain range reforming after an earthquake. She slips her fangs out of my neck, not bothering to lick the puncture wounds closed. But my body is strong enough to heal on its own, my blood sizzling as my skin knits together.

Lower, her fingers keep pushing and searching inside me, working me until my knees threaten to buckle. They’re curled tight against the center of my pain and pleasure, loathe to release me.

She loves to enslave and own me this way. Any opportunity she can be inside me, she takes it ruthlessly.

Takes me ruthlessly.

I love it too. I never could have imagined it, but I do.

She’s taught me over the past weeks since our rooftop rendezvous that by letting her take my body, touch all the parts of me inside and out that are broken, she’s owning my pain, healing it, stretching it into pleasure, and giving my self back to me.

Now, when the nightmares come, when Medusa’s demonic laughter rings in my ears, Ishtar’s husky groans and sighs overpower those shrill, grating sounds, submerging them with tidal waves of passion.

And when my mind teeters to the violation, the countless depravities the serpent forced upon me, the memory of Ishtar’s touch in those same places, her kisses, her fingers, her tongue…the pleasure and pain that she gives me by my own desire…I now have the arsenal to fight back the darkness.

I’m free. I’m still broken. But I’m me.

And this is us.

Gods, Tal, you’re so tight and hot. You’re an inferno inside. I want to live inside you forever. Soft and tender, encased in steel.

Her fingers reach higher, caressing, her palm cupping my sacs lovingly.

I give in to her possession of me for a few more moments, pulsing more cream into her body as she works that tortured gland inside.

But she needs to let me go for a while, so I can wreck her right back.

Let go of me, baby, I command her in our minds.

No, she denies stubbornly, twirling her fingers ruthlessly.

I shudder all over as the orgasm she wrings from my body builds anew, making me drench her with my seed in endless jets. I’m sore everywhere, but most especially in my cock, balls and ass. They’re all hers, as she claimed. Hers to kiss, touch, suck, eat. Hers to fuck however she wants.

But she’s mine too. And it’s time I showed her.

Now, Ishtar. Release me.

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