Page 41 of Vicious Fates and Vast Futures
“Soaked, love, you’re soaked. You don’t hate thisat all, do you?”
I pull my fingers out and she squeals pitifully. I raise an eyebrow and slide two fingers back in. She gasps and rocks her hips. I slowly slide the two fingers out. She squeals again, sounding miserable.
Oh.Ohhh. I think I know what her hang-up is.
I line the head of my cock head up against her and stroke my hand over her back.
“Easy, love. Try to relax, because you’re taking it no matter what.” I lean forwards slowly as she whines but holds perfectly still. Another breath and I pop inside her. I bite back a groan at how good she feels as I freeze, waiting for her to get used to my girth. She whines and pants as her back arches.
“Breath, pup. This sweet little ass was made for me and I intend to use it well and often. Maybe every evening in front of Adi and Ossy.”
She clenches up at that and I can’t hold back my almost-pained groan this time.
“Ohh, do you like the idea of them watching you take my cum up your ass every night? Of me bending you over the dinner table and using this tight bottom for my pleasure?”
“No,” she groans into the bed, but the roll of arousal down the bond can’t be hidden and I smirk.
I start to move, sliding inside her. She pants and squirms.
“You’re taking me so well, En. This view of your body swallowing me in is absolutely captivating.”
I’m buried to the hilt inside her and I lean over her prone body and kiss her back before straightening out and slowly pulling my cock out of her ass. Again, she whines pitifully.
“I love your ass. It’s mine now, En. And I love you taking my cock like this, like my good girl.” I growl the words, but I’m trying to reassure her. “If you don’t believe me, I’ll have you suck Ossy’s cock while I fuck his ass.” The flared head of my cock is pulling against her ring of muscle and she’s whimpering. “Submit, Nairna. I’ll take what I wish and all you can do is ride it out.”
Her arousal grows at that and I slide smoothly all the way back inside her to her pleased groan. I place a hand on the small of her back and I stroke my cock deep in her ass, trying to keep my out-strokes small and quick for her, even though I’m riding her hard. I feel her need grow but I let myself fall off the edge quickly. I groan as I squirt inside her fantastic little ass. She makes a surprised noise at the feel of it and I smirk.
I slide my cock out of her as slowly as possible, enjoying her twinge of embarrassment.We’ll work on it. She’ll get past that hang-up with some help and a few hard anal orgasms,I think to myself.Mayhap watch me take Adi’s bottom.
I pat her ass and I grab a towel to wipe myself off, after cleaning her bottom, to her squirming whine.
She rolls over on the bed, legs wide, waiting.
I smirk. “You don’t get to come. When I next fuck your ass, I’ll make sure you finish with me. But this? No,thiswas a punishment.”
“What?”
Her outrage is real. I roll my eyes. I make a show of letting out a big sigh.
“Alright, pup.” I sit on the bed next to her and grab her discarded toy, slipping it right into her soaked pussy, as she lies spread open. “Rub your clit for me. Let me see you come, sore bottom and all.”
She whimpers but her hand snakes down her belly obediently, much to my amusement.
WE’RE IN ADI’S HUGEcloset, getting ready for Seren’s dinner party.
Adi is in a mood still, huffing loudly and pushing out magic that dances along my aura with a razor’s edge. Perhaps I should have toppedherthis afternoon within an inch of her life, instead of En.
“I don’t know who introduced Grandmother to the concept of ‘steampunk,’ but I think they should get tossed to the court torturer for a while.” She turns and I notice her hair is pinned up elaborately in big rolls with tiny silver chains worked in.
“Tsk, birdie.” En tugs her plum suit coat down, a look of satisfaction on her face. “You, my gorgeous love, are starting to sound a bit like your crazy cousins.”
Her grey hair is French braided down each side of her head loosely. It’s a departure from her usual style and I like it. I pat her bum as I walk past her and she shoots me an evil look.
Adi glares at her for the low blow about her cousins, but the look turns appraising. En does look delightful: a goldenrod-colored button-up with a leather corset over it, topped by the suit coat, and slim twill pants. Thin chains connect random places of her clothing and, oddly, a fake gear is attached to the corset.
“Shut it and give me a hand, will you?” Adi’s teasing but spins in the rich-navy-blue dress she has on. It bares her legs but almost looks Victorian otherwise. Large brass buttons run up either side of her breasts. A wide leather belt-thing, full of pockets and buttons and whatnot, wraps around the narrowest part of her waist. En laces her tightly, accentuating her gorgeous breasts.
I run my hand down the loud brocade frock coat I’m in. It fits perfectly, I can say that at least. En comes over and straightens the purple bowtie I have on. “Please tell meeveryoneis going to look this ridiculous,” I grumble.
