Page 38 of Eight Embers

Saladriel moseys with intention to a slightly darker cloud just to the right of Delaney’s head and reaches down into it until an entire fucking handheld shower head emerges. Then he reaches in again and produces a bottle labeled, ‘Adult Fun Time Wash’. I shit you not.

Rush doesn’t question the weirdness of this exchange, he simply moves faster, getting Delaney completely naked from the hips down and reaching for the water and soap, staring her down while he does a thorough job of cleaning her.

The second those suds are gone from her body, he throws the showerhead and the soap bottle back to Saladriel and fuckingdivesbetween Delaney’s legs.

“Be mean to me again,” he pleads before he shoves his tongue inside of her.

“You fucking worried me sick, and I ought to castrate you for that. For worming your way under my skin and making me fucking want to keep you safe, and—oh my gods.Fuuuuck…”

I don’t know exactly what move he’s using, but she’s writhing and yanking his hair and enjoying the hell out of it. Literally? He’s got her flesh peeled far apart to fit his face there and looks like a demon possessed (oh my gods, these euphemisms come way too easy with him) as hedevoursher.

He wrenches an orgasm out of her, his whole body shaking from the effort he’s imbuing into this process and doesn’t let up until she’s screaming bloody murder and the lust is so thick that it sends me to my knees. I feel like I’m getting secondhand high from this.

She twitches a long time while Rush finishes her off, motorboating between her legs like it’s completely normal and not at all weird or off-putting. It’s so fucking hard to not shove my hands in my pants and jack my self off, but when Delaneycatches my eye, I decide that maybe it’s okay that I do exactly that.

She watches my movement, but I keep it classy by not pulling my monster-sized cock out of my pants completely, working myself within the confines of my stretchy joggers. It’s too good with her watching.

Being on my knees for this makes it a bit more of a challenge for some reason, but the eye contact she forces on me has my hand moving impossibly fast as I mentally replay everything Rush just did, wishing for not the first time I could touch her like that. Wishing I had some ownership of some part of her, however small, so I could enjoy her and worship the fuck out of her.

Maybe it’s the little bit of bodysmith genes in me making it happen, but I swear to you my arm starts to burn as if it’s sitting on a hot stove. Nothing visibly happens to it, but it’s pulsing in time with my ring finger, and I think it’s at that moment I decide to believe Rush. I decide to accept that I’m meant for her, because somehow that’s the only thing clear in my head.

“Oh, fuck I want to choke on that thing. Damn, Spencer, that’s not even remotely proportional to your body size. Please, fucking choke me, let me feel your pelvis smashing into my cheek bones.”

Her voice is desperate, and I fear that we are in fact starting an orgy of our own, but it’s impossible to stop. The very air feels as if it’s holding us hostage, soaking into my lungs and using my every breath to further its agenda, which seems to be fucking, in any form.

It’s impossible not to crawl over to her and drape myself across her body, so I don’t fight it. It’s like her voice is controlling my actions, wiping away all of the protests I’d possibly have to make about using her this way.

But I think she fucking needs it. I don’t know why I seem to have been blessed in such a way that I’m even here at all in this circumstance, but I can feel her hunger for me, and my desperation to get her wet, hot mouth wrapped around me while I slide into the silk of her throat and choke her is too overwhelming to fight against.

Not that she’d let me fight it anyway. Every time I protest even the smallest amount by halting my movement towards her or by opening my stupid fucking mouth to tell her I can take care of myself, I can’t seem to stop my actions.

So, I stop trying to.

When I pull my waistband down below my balls, I’m so close to her that my dick sort of spills out of my pants and smacks her in the face. But shelovesit. She starts nuzzling me, driving me up a fucking wall, teasing us both until she can’t anymore.

The first time her perfect pink tongue leaves her mouth to lick me, I know I’m done for. I’ve never ever in my life be in a situation like this where I’m with a woman that’s so damn feral for me that it pulls us together exactly like fate forcing us together.

And maybe that’s what this is. Maybe it has nothing to do with an irritable unicorn goddess that wants to teach Delaney some sort of fucked up, unnecessary lesson by using the very clouds we must stand on to carry out her own plans, and everything to do with Delaney feeling how strong my urges are and making them her own. I mean, it’s probably also the first butholy fuck she just swallowed me whole.

I’m blessed in the penis department thanks to my bodysmith heritage, and I know it’s scared off women in the past who previously swore they wanted to know what it was like to be withsomeone with such a cock, but Delaney is taking it as a personal challenge and damn if she isn’t setting a personal best.

Someone pulls my shirt over my head while I hang my head over her, my knees a little above her head as I slip down her throat upside down.

Her throat widens slightly to accommodate me, and those damn muscles she’s got hidden there make me the happiest hostage there ever was.

I didn’t think there was ever going to be a way for me to experience head this way, because it would take someone practically dislocating their jaw to do it. I guess I wrote off getting with a bodysmith. It’s not something that somebody like me ever thought would be a dream that could come true.

They’re rare and they’re so fucking sought after, and I have nothing to offer her; they’re usually so pampered and fawned over that only the wealthy typically seek them out. I’m just a broke college kid that wants to play football.

Yet here I am with my cock down her throat and a pounding in my chest telling me that this girl is a part of my future. I know she just told me a little bit ago that she wasn’t ready, but I’m already mentally calculating what plans I had for after graduation and wondering how I can alter them to stay close to Delaney because I’m pretty sure this is going to become an addiction. Even if she’s not ready for anything more than what we’re currently doing.

I make the mistake of looking up, catching Wil’s eye, who is looking at Delaney’s mouth working me in horrified fascination, so lost to his baser instincts trying to fight their way to the surface that he lets out a very goatly bleat.

Rush still has his face buried between her legs, but she’s squirming like she needs more. Her lust is choking me almostas hard as I’m choking her, and since she can hardly voice her needs right now, I guess I get to be her advocate. “She needs to be fucked; I can feel it.”

Rush looks up, panicked, then glances down at his very flaccid dick. “This place doesn’t like demons,” he whispers. “It’s too happy. It’s freaking me out and I can’t get it up. Even with this perfection in front of me, my body won’t work. I don’t think I can perform in this realm!”

Wil’s not going to take her for the first time under these circumstances, and when I try to meet Saladriel’s eye he pointedly looks away, even though I know his unicorn dick wants to rut into something.

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