The hard thickness of him fillsme.
The grunts and moans of his pleasureandthe hard slap of our bodies consume my senses until I’mlost in an ecstasy I both hate and love at the same time.
Exhausted but horny – what a horrible feeling.
Hiswetthumbslidesacrossmy back hole.“I’m going to fuck this later tonight,”he promises.“After you’ve had your sixteen, I’m getting mine.”He slapsmy ass again.Fucksme faster.Harder.Wrapping his fingersaroundmy throat,hebendsme backwards.
His cockislike a machine inside of me.Pumping with a stamina that shouldn’t be possible.Howishe still going?Scratch that, howishe stillhard?
Despite myself, I start to pant.I touch myself, squeezingmy breasts, then trailingmy fingersdown to my clit.As he poundsinto me, his hand tightensaround mythroat, cutting off my airway.A fuzzy dizzinesscreepsinto my mind, my body, making me feel alive and sluggish at the same time.
I gasp for air hewon’tlet me have.
I rub myself for an orgasm my bodywon’tgive me.
Reaching up, I grab his wrist, trying to pull him away.
His lips touch my ear.“Come for me first.Then I’ll let you breathe.”
My pussy clenches.My lungs ache.As my bodybecomesheavier, fuzzier, I surrender to the sensations.To him.
Squeezing his cock, Icomeon a shuddering wave of ecstasy.
His hand relaxes.I suck in air.The dizziness subsides, but my body still buzzes, still humsfrom the feelings he’sgivingme.
His hand tightening on my throat again, he shoveshis thumb up my ass while slamming me all the way down on his cock.A groan escapeshim as hecomesinside me for the first timetonight.
He’s come oncetomytwelve.
“Fuck me,” I breathe.
He chuckles.“I am.”
Forty-Five
A good brownie always covers for their friend.
Even at the destruction of her own vagina.-Arienna
By the time he carriesme out of the tunnel, I’mhalf asleepandin his arms,with my face buried against his chest.My dresswasplaced back on me at some point, but I doubt I look presentable.He sure as heldoesn’twith his waistcoat and shirt missing buttons and his jacket being covered in cum from having been used to clean us up.
As we walk down the hall, I yawn lazily.
Richard’schuckle vibratesagainst my cheek.“Satisfied, myqueen?”
“Exhausted,” I mumble.Satisfied lefttowntenorgasms ago.A delicious lightness fills my limbs, dragging me down into bliss.But right as Istarttodrift off, a thoughtpopsinto my head.
A person, really.
I jerk awake.
“Where are we going?”I ask, suddenly remembering thatFabiaiswaiting inhis chambers with a bottle of poison –an act of treason that’ll see her executed.“And where’s Jace?”He’s usually always with Richard, but if he’s gone upahead of us, then he might find Fabia before I can figure out a way to sneak her out.The idea of having to choose between her and him is making me sick.
“He’smost likely waiting outside my chambers, which is where we’re heading,” hesaysas he stepsout of the castle and ontoabranch ofthetree;no balcony graces this floor as it’s more open to the public.The darkness of night still wraps around the forest.
Shifting me in his arms, he spreadshis wings.Andfor the first time, the thought of flyingmakesme smile.
Fabiadoesn’thave wings.
