Page 32 of Sins of the Stone

“So, you were watching me?” Ursulette muttered, her voice hushed and curious. “While I was touching myself?” It was late into the evening as Ramuz pulled her closer, their bodies already entwined. His muscular arms were wrapped around her soft body, his face nuzzled in her hair. With her words, he raised his head, his eyes mischievous.

The room was cozy, and snow fell outside the thin window pane, gracefully floating to the ground. The duo could hear the fire cracking in the living room, the heat calming compared to the chaotic world outside. Ramuz brushed her hair behind her ear like the strands would block his sultry words.

“Yes, I was,” he said, his voice soft yet assertive, giving her a shiver. The feeling took root in her stomach. Her face shaded slightly, and her eyes fell in a slight embarrassment. She remembered that night, cursing herself for allowing her hormones to take control.

It didn’t happen often, but she always felt ashamed when it did. It was one of the downsides of being lonely, but she wasn’t about to settle for anything less just because her body craved it. Taking a deep breath, her blush deepened, thinking of how ashamed she was, even if it was natural.

“I’m so embarrassed,” she admitted, her eyes falling to the bed, her face now beet red. “If I would’ve known you were there, I wouldn’t have done that.” She shifted slightly, emotions mixed, though shame was most prominent. Ramuz placed his hand beneath her chin, persuading her to face him.

“Why embarrassed?” he questioned. “Are you upset I observed you?” Her shoulders slumped, unsure how to respond.

“Well, I…” She paused as their eyes met, her face burning with the memory. “It’s just… the whole thing is embarrassing. Not strictly because you were there, but it makes it worse that you were. Does that make sense?” Her eyes fought to keep his gaze. He placed his hand around her cheek, pulling her ear to his lips.

“You understand it was the most arousing sight I have ever seen, correct?” he purred, his voice making her want to melt. With eyes shining with shock, intrigue, and something more, she placed a hand over her mouth.

“You awoke something in me, Ursulette,” he said. “I have never felt such desire in all my years.” Her heart rate began to increase. She still felt slightly ashamed despite his insistence, but it quickly faded once his muscular hand fell on hers. If it were possible, her heart would burst straight from her chest, and what he did next only made it worse. He lowered his lips to her ear, peeling them back so his teeth grazed her reddened conch.

“I want you to do it again for me,” he breathed, grabbing the hem of her dress and making her gasp. She didn’t feel the same hesitation as she felt during their prior encounter. This time, she knew in her heart that she wanted him. With a shy nod, she allowed him to peel the fabric from her body, exposing her flesh to the warm air. She couldn’t wait for him to get closer and set her on fire with his heat.

In another instant, she hooked her thumbs around the sides of her panties, shedding them and placing herself on her knees, just as she remembered that night. He was propped up against the headboard, and she turned to face him, ensuring she was in full view.

Without hesitation, she slid her hands between her legs, feeling her already slick slit. His allure always made her weak, expressed by the moisture between her legs. Before she closed her eyes, she caught a glimpse of his face,eyes glued to her body, teeth clearly grit behind his lips. She smiled softly, knowing there was nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about anymore.

She began by using her first two fingers to gather her arousal, making her tremble. Placing her fingers to her apex, she began to swirl, each movement sending a jolt through her body, making her quiver. All she thought of was him, his shining yellow eyes, his silky hair, his muscular frame, and the pleasure between his legs.

Remembering the way he touched her, his gentle yet affirmative hold, his curious caresses, and his domineering grip. It was an experience unlike any other, and she craved to have it again. She continued to stroke, pinching her delicate bud between her fingers, returning to circling, feeling herself growing into a finish.

Then, her handsome creature reached out, sliding his bulky fingers between her folds, burying them deep inside her, making her gasp. Her brow pinched, loving his gentle strokes as he drew her into a climax.

Feeling her core explode, a warm liquid oozing between her legs, never feeling such an intensity in all her life. With her heart pounding and her breathing heavy, Ramuz removed his fingers from her, making her feel empty. Then he slipped his touch lower, pressing on her forbidden hole. Her eyes widened.

“I remember that night, my treasure,” he said, rubbing on her tight entrance. Her brain wanted to protest, thinking of the girth of his fingers, let alone what hid between his legs, and yet, her body yearned. She thought of his bulbous head, popping her open, making her scream. How much pleasure she would feel, how intense the feeling would be, giving her entire self to him in an act of pure passion.

“You are neglecting this one, even though you touched it before,” he said in a low voice, leaning in, his hot breath warming her face. “Is this stilloff-limitsnow that I have confirmed my adoration for you?” Ursulette’s face colored. She knew what she wanted.

“No,” she said, feeling him increase pressure with his finger. She gasped, feeling another jolt strike her with a ferocity. “You can—” Her words were cut off with a gasp by his piercing digit entering her forbidden hole, his fingeralready lubricated from her pleasure.

His touch was slow, gentle, and caring as if he was afraid to hurt her. The small thrusts made her buck her hips as she continued to touch herself while he assisted. She was lost in her thoughts. There was only passion, knowing he had enjoyed the show she had unknowingly put on for him.

Her eyes peeked open for just a moment, and she could see his rigid member sneaking out from his seam, bulbous tip, bumps, and all. Her eyes closed again, thinking of his gentle touches, his curiosity with her body, the way his tongue felt on her. Gathering her moisture again, he snuck another digit into her rosette, causing a near-instant assault of pleasure.

Ramuz seized her swirling hand, removing his digits from her and making her crave for him to stay. In a flash, she was on her back, sprawled, vulnerable, his clawed hands digging into her wrists as his swollen member pulsed against her sopping slit.

He leaned in, his grip growing tighter. Gentleness was nice, but his primal side gave her a thrill, too. She was pinned beneath him, her breasts shaking with the tremble of her body. With eyes wide, she watched as he lowered his face to her, nuzzling his lips to her ear to ensure she wouldn’t miss a word he said.

“You have no idea how badly I wanted to leap through your window and ravage you,” he growled, his teeth grazing her jaw. She gasped, feeling her face flush with his bites, his grip assertive, tight, almost too tight. She thought of that night, the emotion, the thrill, and what would’ve made it better.

“I wish you would have,” she said. With her statement, he rubbed against her, smearing her arousal onto his cock so he would be ready to pierce her. “I want you to show me what you would’ve done.”With her order, he shifted her wrists into one hand, still keeping them secured to the bed.

“You want to know, sweet human?” he taunted. “You may not adore me if you knew how primal my thoughts were—” he paused, his gaze growing dark, “—are.” Her face grew mischievous, accepting his challenge. Deep down inside, she craved his power. She was ready.

“Please,” she pled. “Don’t make me beg, Ramuz.” Her voice seemed to trigger something in him, releasing her wrists, then sliding off her. For amoment, her heart broke, thinking he was backing out, but once he grabbed her ankles, she knew she was mistaken. Letting out a cry, he grabbed her beneath her arms from the edge of the bed, lowering her to the floor below, her face eye level with his cock.

Her bottom lip trembled slightly, a twinge of fear striking, yet she did not protest. She wanted to do whatever he commanded and give in to whatever he wanted. It overrode her hesitation. With confidence, he wove his hand through her hair, taking complete control of her head.

“I have been lonely for a long time, my precious human,” he said. “You understand I am a little pent up, yes?” Their eyes connected, hers shining, his commanding. “So do not be afraid to protest if it is too much.” She gave him an affirming nod, and his hand relaxed enough to still allow movement. Then he took all leverage away, tightening his grip.

“Now, I want to see what you can do with your beautiful lips and teasing tongue,” he said darkly. Her face bloomed with pink, her insides stewing with a hunger, a craving for him. If he wanted, she would allow this creature to destroy her. With a shaky breath, she opened her mouth. He guided her head to him, his hand stroking her dark hair.

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