Page 91 of Storm of Blood and Shadow

“Take that costume off if you don’t want it ruined,” I warn her.

She discards the bits of clothing quickly while I take her bag and pull out the thin blanket I saw her stuff into it earlier. I spread the blanket over the grass.

The second she’s naked, I pick her up and fling her across the blanket on her belly. I leap onto her, sliding my cock between her ass cheeks before taking myself in hand and guiding the head of my cock between her soaked, shining lips.

Braced on my arms, I force myself to pause with just the tip of my length inside her. The soft, wet suction of her cunt teasesme unbearably, but I refuse to come too quickly. I know she appreciates careful timing.

I look down at her lovely shoulders, half-covered by the swirling locks of her crimson hair; at her smooth back and tapered waist, at the two round, perfect ovals of her ass.

“Tell me how many times you want to come,” I say.

“Three,” she says.

“We’ll make it four.”

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There’s a little mound of grass-covered earth beneath the blanket, and it’s perfectly positioned to rub against my clit while Varex fucks me. He goes deep and slow, each thrust ramping up the torturous, tantalizing friction against my clit, and I come for him quickly the first time.

He feels the spasm of my pussy, hears my gasping moans. “That’s one,” he purrs.

He draws himself out of me in a thick, smooth glide, leaving me empty and dripping with my own arousal. Then he coaxes meonto all fours, a classic position that’s one of my favorites. The depth he achieves is nothing short of miraculous.

There’s nothing slow or gentle about his pace now. All his weariness, his relief, his triumph, and his desire overtake him, and with his hands locked around my waist, he fucks me brutally. I love it when he whimpers, but he’sgruntingnow, in a vicious, bestial way, and I’m hard pressed to decide which I like better.

He’s pummeling a tender spot deep inside me, illuminating it with sudden warmth that spreads through my core. My clit is swollen, sensitive, but I can’t touch it—it’s all I can do to stay on my elbows and knees where he put me. He rams into me with a wet, lushslap, slap, slap,faster and faster.

The orgasm bursts through me in a shocking rush of bliss. I scream a little, voicing a breathless “oh, oh, oh” as he pummels me harder. When he comes, it’s with a deep, dragonish growl in his chest.

Cum gushes into me, hotter and more plentiful than that of any human. I like being able to feel the heat of it as his cock pumps it inside me.

Maybe it’s my imagination, but it feels like there’s more this time than there was during the mating heat.

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” I ask.

“No.”

I wouldn’t have minded if he had, but the confession pleases me deeply. On some primal level, I love that he’s been saving it up during my absence.

Varex flips me over, grabs my hand, and plunges it between my legs. When he shows it to me, my fingers are dripping with his cum. The silent order in his eyes makes me shiver in wicked submission, and I lift my hand to my mouth, sliding each finger between my lips, cleaning them thoroughly. Then I put out my tongue to show him I swallowed every bit.

He crawls over me and kisses me for a while, our bodies pressed together, breathing slow at first, then panting in an increasingly frenzied rhythm as he grows hard again.

I hook my arms under my knees and open myself wide for him; then I curve my spine so I sit up more and watch him enter me, sliding back and forth in my pussy. The strain of holding this position makes it hard for me to come, but I love watching the taut planes of his toned stomach, the soft white curls above his cock, and the thick, wet, shining column of it moving in and out of me.

Varex hooks one hand around the back of my neck, helping me stay in the curved position while he fucks my exposed pussy. “Open your mouth, darling.”

I obey, and he dips into me once more before pulling out and lunging forward, hips cocked so he can jet cum into my open mouth. He holds the base of his length, urging everything from his body and giving it all to me. I’m flecked with creamy white—lips, throat, breasts, and belly.

Panting, Varex crawls backward on the blanket. “Hold that position a little longer.”

I whimper, but he shushes me softly, petting my reddened pussy. He remembers his lessons from the nights we fucked, and I suspect he’s been planning a few new things to try, because he starts rubbing his whole hand rapidly across my pussy with a quick, startling rhythm that sets my clit aching with need instantly.

“Oh,” I gasp. “Oh, oh, fuck… keep going, keep going…”

His hand flies faster, and the hectic stimulation is so intense that I’m screaming, clutching my thighs, holding them back for him with all my might, watching myself tremble on the edge of coming and then explode.

My body squirts for him, violently, copiously. I’ve only experienced that a couple of times, and I was made to feelashamed of it in both cases—but Varex looks up at me, grinning with feral delight, wildly pleased with what he has done to me. He looks so smug that I can’t help a breathless, shaky laugh as I try to recover.

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