Hyacinth tries to laugh at my joke, but I push her skirt up, grabbing her ass and tugging her towards me. Kneeling on the floor while she lays on the couch gives me the perfect angle, and I sink my mouth into her pussy with a small groan of delight.
She thrashes under me, making muffled cries as I slowly run my tongue through the slick folds, exploring every edge and crease. I tease across her clit, kissing it softly, giving long, slowlaps of my tongue, then dive deep again, shoving my face into her pussy and thrusting my tongue inside.
Hyacinth cries out and bucks her hips up and down, grabbing my hair. I tighten my grip on her ass, lifting her a little as I press my mouth deeper into her pussy, lapping with my tongue and trying to taste every inch with my lips.
She writhes in my arms, tightening her grip on my hair as her thighs wrap around my head. Another groan of pleasure rises in my throat, and I lick and suck even deeper, desperate to drink up every drop of juice from her sweet pussy.
When Hyacinth yanks hard on my hair and tightens her thighs around my head, I see stars swirling at the edge of my vision, but I don’t even care. I can feel her pussy throbbing in my mouth, rivers of her pleasure running across my tongue and painting my face.
If I die, I die. I’m going out like a king.
Hyacinth’s grip on my hair tightens even further, and she thrusts her hips towards me. My tongue slides up and down as she forces my head back and forth, and when I feel her slippery clit under my tongue, I lunge forward, pinning her down as I wrap my lips around it and suck.
A full-on scream pours from her throat, and she thrashes under me so hard, I have trouble holding her still. I feel her clit throbbing in my mouth and lick my way down to lap up more of her sweet juice as the orgasm thunders through her, leaving her shaking as it begins to subside.
When the touch of my tongue makes her flinch, I pull my head back and look up, seeing Hyacinth stretched out, eyes closed, and a wide smile on her face. I sit up on the couch, resting her legs across mine as I watch her slowly come back to herself.
“How are you feeling?” I ask as she blinks open her wide, violet eyes.
“Me? You’re the one who’s cursed.”
“But you’re the one who appears weakened beyond measure.”
“I am a little tipsy,” she agrees, laughing. “I haven’t felt like this in… well, ever.”
“Seriously?” I ask, shaking my head in disbelief. “No one has ever made you feel like that?”
“I had some high school encounters,” she says. “Nothing too intense.”
“But… your ex? He never… pleasured you?”
Hyacinth looks up at me, and I can see the barriers coming down again. The soft glow of her eyes is shifting from the softness of clouds to a sharp edge of crystal. I can’t stand to see her turn away from me again.
“No,” I beg her, taking her hand. “Tell me. Please, tell me.”
Hyacinth looks into my eyes, hesitating. Something flickers deep within the violet pools, and I hope it’s the bars of her prison crashing down.
“Dan,” she says softly. “His name was Dan.” She pauses, looking down into her lap.
“Great story,” I say. “I hate him already.”
She smiles, tilting her head at me. “Good. Then I don’t have to tell you the rest.”
“It truly is up to you,” I say, meaning it.
Nodding a little, she takes a deep breath to steady herself.
“I was working late nights in a diner, and he started coming in and asking me to serve him. At the time, I thought it was sweet. But now, I know he was stalking me.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, he must have had me under surveillance for a long time. He knew a lot about me, and he always knew what I’d been doing.”
“This is bad enough already.”
“Yeah,” she chuckles. “But it got worse. I ended up losing my job because of him. Then I couldn’t pay my rent, so of course I was forced to move in with him.”
“Of course you were,” I answer, feeling like a complete asshole as the story aligns with my own actions. “Did you have anyone you could ask for help?”
