Page 7 of Vicious Fates and Vast Futures
“And you’re to say it if needed, because I intend to use your body hard, my heart.”
Her eyes open, meeting mine with a short nod before she relaxes back into the bed. Her beautiful acceptance at being used surrounds me as I start to take her. My thick cock slides in and out of her fantastic cunt as she arches her back and makes happy noises. I continue to take her, my hands holding her hips downwards as I quickly stroke the middle length of my cock in and out of her. It feels incredible, and the noises of pleasure she makes, as well as her utter subservience, bring me close quickly.
I moan, “Fuuuuck, sweetheart.” I am not ready to finish yet.
I pull out to roll her onto her belly and she whimpers piteously. I grin to myself. Poor needy love. I yank her hips upwards and she starts to raise herself onto her hands. But my palm lands between her shoulder blades, pushing her face back to the mattress wordlessly. She obeys, like my well-trained mate should, her head turning, and I gently pull her hair back out of the way so I can watch her.
I fuck her hard, for an indeterminate length, very careful to change my pace whenever she seems close. I smirk as she whines and wiggles each time I silently deny her. I know all this will only lead to an incredibly strong orgasm for her, and I want to rewardmy sweet mate. I close my eyes and focus on where her body grips mine, the feeling indescribable.
“Bryn, please, please,” she gasps out, after yet another denial.
“Please what, a chroí?”
“Make me come. Or let me rub myself. Please.” Her words are punctuated by the thrusts of my hips.
“Go ahead and come, my love, but you know that you’re not allowed to stroke yourself without my express permission. Your pleasure is mine by rights.”
I grin at her discontented and needy sounds. She shifts her hips, trying to line up her g-spot, but I move with her to make sure I’m not stroking against it. She’s so wet and ready to finish, I feel her pussy fluttering around me. I intend to frustrate her some more, though.
“Be a good little fuck toy, Priestess,” I growl as I let go of my control. My pace falters and my eyes close.
Her wet cunt continues to grip me perfectly and I come inside her. My muscles tense and I feel my seed add to her wetness. I’m holding her hips tightly as I thrust, slower and slower, as my orgasm fades. I love fucking my seed into her like this; it feels absolutely primal.
Adi’s panting and needy still, since I’ve continued to deny her. She whimpers, her face in the blankets. I pull my cock out slowly and she lets out a whining gasp, clearly frustrated.
“I know, sweetheart, I know,” I purr as I lay down next to her, hand running over her back, where she remains frozen, still kneeling, face down, to offer me her pussy.
“Come ride me, a chroí,” I murmur softly. “Use my cock for your pleasure. Show me how badly you need me buried inside you. Rub your clit against my body and scream for me, Adelaide.”
She rises up from the position I had taken her in and straddles me quickly. Her hand lines us up as her gorgeousbreasts sway near my face. She sinks onto me smoothly and makes a noise of utter relief. I grin and watch her use my renewed hard-on for her pleasure alone, as I had just used her incredible body.
My eyes close and my hands grip her hips softly, merely because of my need to touch her. I’m not guiding her at all; I’ll let her take what she needs.
My love, my mate, my goddess.What would I do without her?The thought hits me out of nowhere, and my eyes open to stare at her. Her head is back, her curls tumbling down her back, grazing my hands on her hips, her breasts jut forwards with peaked nipples, utterly lost to her own pleasure, to riding my cock until she tumbles off the edge.
I unexpectedly feel myself close in on another orgasm. I was going to let her finish on her own, but she’s so gorgeous, so perfect, I’m going to come with her.
“Oh, sweetheart,” I whisper and she starts to come, her pussy clenching around me tightly with each wave of her orgasm.
“That’s right,” I groan. “Grip me like I’m the only real thing in this world.”
And then I’m lost in my own orgasm, holding her hips and thrusting up as she crests on a second orgasm before properly coming down from the first. I sink into the feeling of her, of the softness of our shared bed, of the perfectness of this moment.
I watch her melt into me as she pants, recovering, and she lays her head onto my chest. My arms wrap around her, holding her to me, as I kiss the top of her head. I start to twine her curls around my fingers. Her breathing slows and she purrs softly as she dozes off on top of me.
I tenderly stroke her. Her need today was related to both my actions with her worthless father and, more importantly, her desire to know that I’ll always have her, always protect and treasure her, always tell her if she’s making poor choices, alwayslisten to her. While we butt heads sometimes, I’ll always support her. I trace her body, letting my love soak into her skin as she’s draped over me. I eventually drift off to sleep, her comforting weight atop me.
Adelaide
I AWAKE THE NEXT MORNINGdelightfully sore, curled up against Bryn’s lean and muscular body, sunlight filtering calmly in through the high windows. I close my eyes, drifting and letting myself wake slowly as my hands stroke his chest and play in the small patch of hair he has there.
Neither Ossy nor Nairna came to snuggle last night. I feel a pang at that. I want them all here, in my giant bed. If that makes me a selfish bitch, I’ll own that. I just don’t feel complete without them all. My aura wants them close so it can wrap around the four of us like a warm fog. It’s odd but I didn’t feel its pull so strongly before En joined us.
My mind wanders and my hands continue to ghost over Bryn’s arms and chest. I need Ossy and Nairna to do the dirty so we can have some hot group sex, but I’m loath to push either of them more than the vague suggestions I’ve already given. I’ll just have to wait, but patient isn’t a word that has ever been used to describe me.
I jump as Bryn’s hand wraps around mine, where I’ve been absentmindedly tracing his abs.
“A chroí, you keep that up and I’ll be bending you over the bed to take my seed.”
