Page 89 of Too Cursed To Kiss
He breathed out. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”
Then he began to move.
I screamed my answer of “Yes!” And “NO” as he pulled out and, “YES. I want you” when he thrust back into me. Each time a little farther out and a little farther in. Every stroke a blend of pain and pleasure you can’t separate. He’d settled me where he could control the thrust and the distance. I screamed when he drove into me a touch too hard, and he pulled out immediately. I shouted, “No, don’t stop.” And he pushed back in starting slow and then finding a rhythm as he rubbed at me in offbeats with the thrusts.
I came and then came again—I think. I lost track. He was still hard and thrusting while I was numb in places, so the discomfort wasn’t ruining it. He finally pulled out and collapsed beside me, tugging me on top of him. He trailed gentle kisses down my flushed throat, and I arched against him.
“How are you doing? Did you cum?” I whispered.
“I can’t like this.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“I cannot spray seed in this form.”
“Then show me your true form, and we can continue,” I said, my swollen sex throbbing. He moved a hand between my legs. “You are hurting. Let me fix that first. Besides, I need more of that honeyed wine of yours,” he said, sitting up and spreading my legs as he repositioned.
I lay on my back, and he breathed a huff of warm air as he began to lick. His tongue entered me, and then he lapped at my opening over and over again, breathing heavily betweeneach breath. If I could get feeling back down there I could cum again—and was I ever feeling it.
“Now you. You promised,” I said, pushing his shoulders back.
He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and his eyes locked on my face. “You don’t have to see this, you know.”
“I know,” I said as the hair began to grow.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
“Food?” Wald rasped as I lay collapsed on him.
“Yes,” I said enthusiastically, managing to rise up to nuzzle his neck. All bets were off. I was doing this again and soon. He wasn’t getting off with that one-time thing. What the hell had I been thinking? I wanted so much more from him. Why had I made it about only once?
Wald rolled off the bed and came back with the tray. The movements of him sent new thrills through me, now that I understood what those sleek movements meant when he was inside me and also what he looked like in his true form. The shock had frozen me for seconds until my brain had caught up.
As Eim he was perhaps nine feet tall, just short of the ceiling and covered with a dense layer of rather fine silky hair the color of oak bark, not quite brown and not quite gray. His fingers were even longer ending in curved nails. His feet resembled massive fuzzy slippers but with talons attached to toes. And his cock? It was the length of my entire leg andabout as wide as my ample thigh. He was right. I would have died having sex with it, with him, in that form. Part of me was terrified by him, but I was here to buy in for the total immersive Wald experience. The concept that his massive teeth and razor claws could rip me apart only added to the excitement of how fucking gentle and caring he was in bed. He considered all my needs and when I’d pushed back, determined to make sure he was taken care of, he’d let me touch and explore. I intimately knew all parts of his hairy softness and the glorious groan of his release. I knew the musk of his body, and the sweetness of his cum. It might be weird that it reminded me of that cherry soaked in bourbon, but then, I was anything but normal, and now even more touched by my new vision of the world. Our world.
Wald set the tray on the edge of the bed and picked up a curl of cured salmon, dangling it over my lips. We made love again and probably twelve more times. I wasn’t counting. I was on the floor panting. There wasn’t an ounce of me that didn’t have sex-slave stamped on it. If he called, I’d be there with my legs spread posthaste. I had no intention of ever leaving, so I would be here, forever spread and ready. Well, not really, but hell, leaving this room was the last thing on my mind.
“Again, Tails?” he asked, lying on the floor beside me and stealing a kiss with wine-soaked lips. I moaned a yes, and he rolled over me. I was even starting to like him calling me Tails. It had a whole new meaning. My fingers trailed over his fine skin. There was no question of how much he desired me, but it was his delicate touches and quiet whispers that spoke the real truth of him. If this wasn’t love, then I would never know it.
When I woke up on the bed, every muscle was strained and stretched. My head was full of cotton. I was alone. The memories were a little awkward, but calling that a night of mind-blowing sex was like calling the universe a place for stars to live.
“Hey, sleepy head,” Wald said, coming in from the hall. He’d showered and dressed in a black-collared shirt and low cut black jeans that hugged his hips. Total rock star. Sweet Jeezus, he was a beautiful illusion, but I also loved his true form.
Being clean sounded good. I raked a hand through my tangled hair, then tugged the sheet up, leaving enough skin showing while imagining a tongue bath. My lower parts went from ache-fest to a puddle of ready for more.
“Don’t you ever sleep?” I asked, luxuriating in the memory of the marble muscles beneath the shirt and what was in his pants.
“No, actually I don’t sleep. None of us need to,” he said, sitting at the foot of the bed.
“Why do you have a bed then?”
“Why do you think, Tails?” He grinned with the curl to his lip that sent my thoughts away from questions. He hadn’t come close enough for me to pull him down.
“Where were you?” I asked.
His smile dropped like he’d ruined his best toy. “Downstairs discussing plans with my father. He suggested I consider a permanent relocation.” Wald’s hand circled his wrist, rubbing it like it was bothering him.
“Relocate? Like where?” I raised myself up on the pillows. The question was close to a shout. I hadn’t considered what was next. I assumed I’d get the past fixed, and well, Wald and I could continue to explore whatever this was.
