Page 66 of House of Serpents and Slaves

“I’m not sure…” I paused, wanting to take him all, but suddenly nervous.

“You can," he insisted. “One more time. Take all of my cock, Livia.” He guided me down one final time, pushing even deeper inside me and I cried out as I felt the last of his length slide inside, filling me completely. Tarshi sucked in his breath hard, closing his eyes for a moment, before looking down at me.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly, concern evident in his voice.

I nodded, unable to form words just yet. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, a delicious ache that bordered on too much but felt so impossibly right. Slowly, I began to move, rolling my hips against him. Tarshi's hands on my hips guided me, setting a steady rhythm that had us both panting.

"Is this... am I doing it right?" he asked, his voice uncertain despite the pleasure evident on his face.

I nodded, cupping his face in my hands. "You're perfect," I whispered, before capturing his lips in a deep kiss.

"Livia," Tarshi moaned, his voice thick with desire. "I've never felt anything like this. You're so warm, so tight..."

His words sent a shiver through me, and I increased our pace slightly, relishing the way he filled me so completely. Every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, and I could feel myself getting close to the edge.

"Tarshi," I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "I'm... I'm close."

Tarshi's hands slid up my sides, cupping my breasts through the thin fabric of my shift. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he explored my body. I arched into his hands, a soft moan escaping my lips.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes roaming over me. "I want to touch every part of you, to learn every curve and dip of your body."

I leaned forward, pressing my forehead against his. "We have time," I whispered, though I knew it was a lie. We had stolen moments, nothing more. But I couldn't bear to see the hope fade from his eyes.

His hands slid down to my hips again, gripping tighter as he thrust up into me with more force. I gasped, pleasure sparking through me.

"Like that?" he asked, voice rough.

I nodded frantically. "Yes, gods yes."

He repeated the motion, finding a rhythm that had me clinging to his shoulders, careful of his wounds even in my growing frenzy. The sound of skin on skin filled the small space, along with our panting breaths and muffled moans. I reached for his hand, pushing it down between us, guiding his fingers to where I so desperately needed them. He followed my leadwithout question, immediately mimicking my movements and circling my clit. The added sensation was almost too much.

"Oh gods," I cried out, burying my face in his neck to muffle the sound. He jerked for a moment, and I remembered the wound on his shoulders. I pulled back to apologise, but he kissed me hard, as his other hand still guided me up and down on his cock. He shifted underneath me, thrusting upwards with a new angel that had me crying out. His hand sank over my mouth immediately, silencing me.

"Shh," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "We can't let them hear us."

I nodded, biting my lip to keep quiet as he continued to move. His thrusts were growing more erratic, and I knew he was close. I was amazed he’d lasted this long. The tension built within me, a coiled pressure that threatened to snap at any moment. Tarshi's fingers worked relentlessly against my clit, his inexperience made up for by his eager enthusiasm. His other hand over my mouth, keeping my cries muffled as I rode him with increasing desperation.

"Livia," he gasped, his voice strained. "I can't... I'm going to..."

Suddenly, Tarshi's hips jerked upwards, burying himself impossibly deeper inside me. The sensation was enough to push me over the edge, and I shattered around him, my cry of release muffled by his palm. I pulled his hand away, pressing my lips to his and swallowing his moans as I felt him swell inside me. His hands settled on my waist again as he thrust upwards into me, deeper and deeper, and I felt the heat of his release fill me as he continued to drive me down onto his still hard cock. I whimpered, even as I felt myself tighten around him, and then suddenly the world exploded into white-hot pleasure once more.

"Oh gods," Tarshi gasped, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise.

We collapsed against each other, breathless and trembling. Tarshi's arms wrapped around me, holding me close as we both struggled to regain our composure. I could feel his heart racing against my chest, matching the frantic pace of my own.

"That was..." Tarshi began, then trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words.

"Incredible," I finished for him, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, burying his face in my hair. "I never knew it could be like that," he murmured. "Is it always so...intense?"

I pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes. There was a vulnerability there that made my heart ache. "No," I said softly. "No, it's not always like that. This was...more.”

"Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you? I was worried I would…"

“I’m fine, really.” I smiled up at him. “You were perfect.”

Tarshi's arms tightened around me, pulling me closer. I could feel him softening inside me, but neither of us made a move to separate just yet. The intimacy of the moment felt too precious to break.

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