Page 60 of True Sacrifice
I applied more heated oil to my hands, then leaned up to rub Mor’s shoulders. She relaxed beneath my fingers as I kneaded away the knots. Her body wasn’t fully demon yet. It still had limitations.
My hands trailed lazily down her back, dipping in, and gathering more oil as needed, until her whole back shined. She didn’t have any runes, and her skin looked like cream. My hands found their way to her lower back as I slipped into the dip there. I loved to run my hands up her sides, feeling her curves as my thumbs outlined her spine.
She had laid there, almost entirely silent, and completely relaxed. I wasn’t sure, but she might have fallen asleep. I got up quietly. I would find her a blanket or something and let her get some much-needed rest, even if it was in Justice’s room and not mine.
“Where are you going?” she said so softly, I felt like she caught me doing something wrong.
“I thought you had fallen asleep, so I was leaving you to get some rest.” I wasn’t sure how that was wrong, but I felt like I was wrong.
“I was just relaxed and enjoying it. Not everyone groans and moans to massages,” she quipped back with a smile.
“Maybe you could act a little less like a corpse though,” I laughed.
Her mouth opened wide, which soon gave way to laughter.
“How about I moan obnoxiously whenever you give me a massage, so you know I’m alive,” she countered, and the imaged played in my head automatically.
“You want to moan like a whore when you get a massage?” I clarified.
“I’ll moan like a whore for you,” she said, biting that bottom lip. It drove me wild when she showed off her little fangs.
“And we are back in it!” I yelled, kneeling back over her. Putting my hands back on her lower back, cupping her hips.
I could feel her body shaking beneath me, shaking with laughter, of course. “What was that about?” she managed.
“I was confused if you wanted sex, or not, and I thought I lost my touch.” I shrugged.
“I grabbed your dick. I thought that was a pretty good indicator,” she said, pushing up on her elbows.
“Then I thought you were sleeping; I wasn’t going to wake you.” I mean, if that’s what she wanted, I needed a whole distinct set of permissions.
“I guess that works,” she said with a smile, “and finish that massage. You got to make me moan like a whore though, that was the promise.”
My clothes were gone in a flash of fire. My hands gathered more oil, and I palmed her ass. I rubbed in large circles. I’ve had it done before. It feels amazing.
She was relaxing, so I worked my way down to her thighs, taking them one at a time to massage every inch of her. When I got to her feet, I found she liked foot massages. Good to know. Those I had given occasionally.
I went from one foot to the next and then back up her legs. I spread her thighs as I went. I liked to see her thighs open before me. I watched the way she blossomed for me. My very own cosmic treasure found within my soulmate. Being inside her was like being in a whole different realm.
I ran my fingers through her slit, spreading her wetness and massaging her. I gave extra special attention to her clit as my other fingers worked to pump in and out of her. She was writhing beneath my fingers in mere minutes. She needed this.
I felt her orgasm crash through her, making her walls tighten around my fingers. I milked my way through her orgasm, never stopping. She squirmed beneath me, and I pressed my back into her, using one hand to prop myself up slightly.
“You’re still too needy. I’m going to make you come a few times first, then I’ll give you my cock, ok, Princess?” I growled into her ear.
Her breath was catching, and her body was taking on a hum of vibration. She nodded in affirmation.
“Out loud, Princess,” I said with a smirk.
“Yessssssssssss,” the scream tore from her as another, more powerful, orgasm ripped through her body. I imagine she got quite a boost out of that one.
“That’s two,” I smiled and kissed her spine. “Let’s clean you up first.”
I trailed fervent kisses down her spine. My hands going to her ass, holding her in place. She wiggled, and I spanked her.
Her groan turned into a moan. She got off on the spankings.
“If you move, I won’t be able to get you cleaned up,” I growled, my lips brushing against her skin.
