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“Do…I…please you?”
He guffaws.Guffaws. The sound is the most unattractive he’s ever made and his hips suddenly lose their rhythm. He stops fully sheathed inside of me and reaches between us to knead my right breast, finally giving me what I’ve wanted this whole time. I shout with need.
“Do you please me? You do notjustplease me. You make me forget who I am,” he rumbles.
“You are Krisxox,” I tell him, darkness closing in as the spiral tightens and the bubble lifts me up, up, up, through the ceiling, out into the cosmos.
“Nox. Not anymore. Krisxox would never have rutted a human.”
I gasp when he starts to plunge his hips forward again, electrifying so many places inside of me that I squeeze convulsively around him.
“Don’t worry…this…isn’t…happening!” I gasp on each thrust.
He picks up his pace and smooths his hand over my hair, cradling the back of my head. He kisses me slowly, lips raw heat and desire.
Against them, he says, “And it won’t happen again and again and again.”
I close my eyes in an effort to block him out and the sensations that his words stir within me. I fight to remember that he isn’t a good male, that he has said and believed terrible things against the Tri-God’s teachings, that even if he may worship me now, it’s possible he doesn’t even like me and he certainly does not respect me yet, but…Krisxox is a ruthless battle strategist, and he may win this war yet.
His other hand switches under my hips and while he holds himself up on one elbow, he manages to wrench my entire lower half up off of the pallet. The angle changes and his xora charges deeper inside of me, activating a hidden control panel and only he knows the codes. My whole body reacts. Heownsme.
I curl my nails into his skin so hard I think I might draw blood, but I can’t relax my hold. “You?” He says to me as I gasp and grunt and moan. “Do I please you?”
I’m strangely touched. Even though I worry about his pleasure, I did not expect him to care about mine. My head falls back and I heave, “Hexa, Krisxox…I am in the garden now. Are you…here…with me?”
“I’m here,” he growls, shouting, moving faster, more frantically. “Xok, Svera! I’m here…”
He growls against my mouth before invading it with his tongue. He tastes like me. Like salt and like some sort of poisonous flower. I feel drugged as he breaks free and swallows in air, while below, his hips continue to pound into me with the same stultifying pressure. How does he not falter? Where does he get his strength from when I can barely lift my head?
He releases my hair, then snakes his hand between us to touch the sensitive bundle of nerves just below my curls. He brushes it with all six of his fingers, just feathery touches, and I erupt.
“Oh!” My shoulders jump up beneath my ears and I panic. He holds me steady and does not release his pace or the hold he has on me.
“Hexa,” he whispers and then when I start to shake with violence now, “Yess…”
“Arck!” I yelp, torso jolting off of the pallet like I’ve been touched by the cold hand of electricity. My soul leaves my bones. I float up into the universe surrounding us on all sides. I see the cosmos in Krisxox’s eyes, unsure where the edges of the room that’s swallowed us end and where he begins or where I fit into the mixture.
He is suddenlyeverything.
I’m bruised and wounded, cut open and sewn shut and as I blink away the water that fills my eyes in a sudden rush, Krisxox touches his forehead to mine and a warm breath jerks out of his throat and he says my name and his back muscles tense beneath my hand and his hips rock and rock and rock…
Warmth. It explodes inside of me and I feel suddenly dizzy and disoriented. There’s a pain in my gut and a fuel in my core where I feel his hot desire pushing through me.
I didn’t think this through.
I didn’t thinkanyof this through. How could I have? I wouldn’t have expected that I could get addicted to sin. I thought that the Tri-God would spare me from this punishment. I didn’t expect that I would ever feel the Xanaxana in me like this.
I am not a Voraxian and their beliefs are not my own. I am not in love with Krisxox. I thought Xanaxana was stronger than lust, but it isn’t. Because as I spiral out of control and squeeze my eyes shut tight and Krisxox barks my name, demanding my attention and our eyes lock and the light of his ridges drowns out the sight of the room around us, I know that I’m lost to pleasure. Lost to the small flecks of good that tether me to him. Perhaps I always was.
Perhaps this is sin.
Perhaps this is heaven.
I don’t know anything anymore except that the bubble has burst. Shattered. The voice is gone, too. The act is finished. There’s no taking it back.
He’s breathing hard, but no less hard than I am and no more.
And then the second wave of the orgasm shatters me, splitting my skull like an overripe fruit. I fall apart in Krisxox’s arms while my hips buck and writhe and I rub my clit ruthlessly up and down his body. He matches my uneven thrusts like he knows where I’m going, even though I don’t know where I am.
