Page 19 of The Cursed Chalice
I bend forward and spank her ass. My fingers thread through her hair. Wrapping the long red length in my fist, I lead Cherry into a rhythm that is pleasurable to me.
“Fuck, you have the mouth of a Galilean whore,” I mutter.
“That’s not nice.”
“Stay out of my fucking head and allow me to nut,” I reply.
Cherry pauses, her eyes fixed on mine.
“Not you, sweetheart. Continue with what you’re doing.”
Cherry resumes sucking me off, and my hips lift, thrusting hard into her mouth.
“Just like fucking that, Cherry.”
The little witch takes her fingers and presses them in the space between my asshole and balls. It feels like lightning flickering all over my body. What the fuck?
“Fuck, swallow all of my cum, Cherry.” She nods, and her excitement makes my back tighten, and I begin to cum down her warm throat.
“Fuck,” I groan as she releases my semi-hard cock and rises. She begins to take her dress off. It pools at her legs.
I stand, pulling off my shirt, kicking off my shoes, and then my pants and boxer briefs follow.
“I love when a man returns the favor.”
I smile. “I am a giving man, Cherry. You should know that.”
Her blue eyes sparkle with excitement.
I bend at the knees. Holding her butt, I hoist her legs over my shoulders. The object of my desire is right in front of me. Her pussy is waxed and glistening, just the way I like it. My tongue takes delight in tasting her, flicking at her clit. Her fingers dig into my hair, and her stomach is pressed against my head.
“Shit, Aric. Your tongue. God, I missed it!”
I move into my bedroom. My mouth is still sucking on her clit, enjoying her screams and the wet mess that is on my face.
I drop her onto the bed, and she is breathless, crawling on her back, trying to get away from me.
“Are you going to fuck me hard?” she teases.
I crawl toward her. My body settles between her legs. My cock is pushing into her. “With everything that I’ve got.”
The room shifts like sliding sand beneath my feet. I can hear Cherry screaming through the chaos. The walls distort. I’m swallowed by a blinding flash of color. I can’t grip anything. I am moving, and I have no idea what is happening.
My back muscles twitch. “What the hell is happening, Ares?”
“The fuck do I know, Aric?”
In an instant, I was out of my penthouse and land in a moldy smelling room. I place my hand on the nearest wall, trying to steady myself.
“It reeks of fucking mold.”
“Forget the mold. Can you smell it, Ares?”
I close my eyes, inhaling the aroma of magic, the crisp metallic scent of the chalice, and the smell of a familiar bloodline.
My chest lurches, not from pain…but from recognition.
“Talia?”
