Fuck, I’m screwed. I’m hopelessly devoted and I don’t want anything else.
My knee bends and I lower myself, kneeling before the woman I adore. The witch who captured my heart and cast her spell over my soul. I pull her to the very edge and spread her legs as wide open for me as they’ll go, staring at the perfect pink pussy that belongs to me.
Zara is a Goddess—my Goddess—and she’s the only one whose altar I will worship at. My fingers grip her thighs and my magic binds her in place, and like the fucking good girl she is, Zara doesn’t even try to fight me. I can’t help but smirk as I stare at what belongs to me, watching as her wetness drips from her cunt as her pussy begs for my attention.
“Such a greedy little pussy,” I murmur. “It’ll have to wait for cock.”
My tongue swirls around her clit, and Zara screams and writhes for me. She’s beautifully responsive and the taste of her is heaven. She’s sweet and tangy and as she’s so fucking wet, it’s unreal. I suck and flick my tongue over her, making her writhe against me as her pleasure builds
Zara’s fingers tangle in my hair, tugging hard as she grinds against my face. Her throaty moans echo off the stone walls, mixing with the wet sounds of my mouth on her cunt. I growl against her, and it makes her thighs quiver around my head.
“Fuck, Kade,” she gasps. “Don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop.”
I have no intention of stopping. Not until she’s a trembling, incoherent mess. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her see stars. Her back arches off the table as I suck her clit, my tongue moving relentlessly.
The blood weave pulses between us, amplifying every sensation. I can feel her pleasure coursing through my veins, building alongside my own desperate need. But this isn’t about me. Not yet. This is about worshipping Zara, about making her come undone beneath my tongue and fingers.
Her thighs start to shake, her breathing growing ragged. She’s getting close, her pussy clenching around my fingers. I double down, sucking harder on her clit as I pump my fingers faster, stroking the spot that drives her insane.
“Kade!” she cries out, her voice echoing off the stone walls. “I’m gonna… fuck!”
She comes with a scream, her body arching off the table as waves of pleasure crash over her. I don’t let up, working her through her orgasm and pushing her toward another. She writhes beneath me, caught between pleasure and overstimulation.
“Too much,” she whimpers, and I ignore her. Her body might be overwhelmed, but I want this, and the blood weave urges me on.
I growl against her cunt, and the vibrations making her whole body quake. My fingers move faster, curling to hit that sweet spot inside her as my tongue flicks relentlessly over her clit. Zara’s back arches off the table, her fingers clawing at the stone as another orgasm builds.
“Kade, please,” she begs, her voice hoarse. “I can’t…”
But she can, and she will. I won’t stop until she’s completely wrecked, until she’s screaming my name and forgetting her own. The blood weave pulses between us, demanding more. Always more. And I’m going to give it to Zara, as she’s going to fucking come for me.
Her thighs start to tremble, clamping around my head as her pleasure mounts. I suck her clit between my lips, flicking it with my tongue as my teeth grate over her sensitive skin. It’s too much, and she trembles, her legs shaking as she climaxes again and her cries are a symphony of agony and ecstasy.
I draw her climax out, delighted as she writhes and begs for relief. I’m not going to give it to her and she comes hard for me, her body flushing and her skin slick with sweat. I’m enjoying this new form of torture, and Zara shudders as her pelvis contracts and her pussy clamps down on my fingers.
I bite her and she shrieks; the pain bringing her down from her high, but a few moments later I’ve pushed her to the brink again,threatening to shatter her with another orgasm.
“Kade,” she moans.
My dick throbs and I flick my tongue around her clit, sucking it hard enough to shatter her completely. Zara comes with a scream that shatters my senses and her cunt weeps as her cries of ecstasy echo through the chamber as her body convulses with pleasure. I don’t let up, lapping at her essence as she rides out her orgasm. Her thighs quiver around my head, her fingers tangled painfully in my hair. The taste of her arousal on my tongue is intoxicating, driving me wild with need.
When her tremors finally subside, I rise slowly, drinking in the sight of her. Zara lies sprawled on the stone table, chest heaving, skin flushed and glistening with sweat. Her eyes are glazed over, unfocused, lost in the aftershocks of pleasure. She’s never looked more beautiful, more powerful. More mine.
“Fuck,” she breathes, her voice hoarse from screaming.
I smirk, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “We’re going to, kitten. Just as soon as you come for me again.”
Her glazed-over eyes widen, and she shakes her head, panting and trembling. She looks utterly wrecked, completely undone by my mouth and fingers, and I strip, freeing my cock as its painful hardness almost becomes more than I can endure.
“I’m not done with you yet, kitten,” I say, running my fingers over her swollen cunt. “Not even close.”
Zara whimpers, her body trembling as my fingers brush over her oversensitive flesh. I see the conflict in her eyes—the desperate need for more warring with the overwhelming sensations still coursing through her.
My tongue laps at her as my fingers work inside her, and the girl I never wanted shudders as moan after moan escapes her lips. She’s trying, and she’s trying for me, but the poor thing is struggling. Zara’s too sensitive, too stimulated, and her pussy doesn’t think it can take much more.
“I can’t,” she gasps, even as her hips buck against my touch. “It’s too much.”
I lean in close, my lips grazing her pussy.
