I give her a few moments, watching her curl up, her breathing chaotic, and her eyes pointed at me as I go searching for something through the room.
I saw what I needed the moment I walked in. This place is prepared for everything, including a basket filled with everything needed for extra fun, like single-use packs of lube.
I grab one as Brynn gets herself together and summons the courage to sit by the bed.
She jolts as I kneel behind her, my lips finding the crook of her neck as I position her hands on the bed. “Are you okay?” I whisper, not breaking my exploration of her skin.
“I think so,” she says, her voice still trembling.
“Just relax,” I continue the line of kisses, warming the lube in my hand before ripping a corner open and pouring just enough onto my fingers.
Every sound I make keeps her on high alert, and every movement makes her flinch, but nothing as much as feeling the liquid touching her skin.
“Ares,” she hisses, tensing up.
“You’re going to scream my name in pleasure in just a couple of moments. Just breathe and relax.” To be honest, seeing her so wound up makes even me tense.
“Ares, I haven’t—” she stops, feeling my tip nudging at her entrance.
“I know, my little curse. Come here.” She doesn’t need to tell me she’s never done this. I can tell this is a first for her. I wish I could give her a first of something of mine too, but deep down, I know I already have.
With one hand, I angle her head to the side, just enough to meet my lips for a kiss as I remain firm at her entrance, not pushing any further yet. I still feel the tremor that passes through her body. Anticipation mixed with apprehension.
Only when I feel her relaxed enough, I move my hand from her jaw to her breasts, then slowly between her thighs, where I realize she’s still dripping wet.
"Breathe," I instruct again, easing forward with agonizing slowness.
The tight heat of her body threatens my control immediately. The devil inside me snarls, demanding I claim her fully, brutally. I feel the darkness that transforms me when my emotions run too hot, rise. My vision sharpens, colors intensifying as the change begins at my edges.
But I force it back, gritting my teeth against the need to take as much as I can. Still, I can’t help myself from pushing deeper, feeling the tip slip past the tight ring of muscles.
She breaks the kiss, her chest rising as heat engulfs her body. But I don’t let her run. I grab her neck, bringing her back to my mouth as I kneel slightly bent over her shoulder, my fingers moving over her clit as I push the first piercing in.
She curses, biting my tongue so hard it draws blood, but as I start moving, a moan so loud escapes her that it runs down my throat, making my chest heave.
I want more. I want her to moan like this until she loses her voice because it’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever heard.
Her body yielding to me one inch at a time, our kiss matching the rhythm of my cock as I bury another piercing, then another.
She gasps, telling me she feels each one, as the metal adds sensation beyond what flesh alone could provide.
When I’m down to the fourth, she brings a hand to the back of my head, grabbing my hair. Half to anchor herself, half to threaten me that she will rip it off if I keep going.
I want to cause pleasure, not damage, so this is as far as I’ll go tonight. I’m impressively big, not even counting the piercings, and the way she’s squeezing me has my own body trembling.
I pause, allowing her to adjust to the intrusion as my hand dances between her folds, the other slipping down to her breast, squeezing hard enough to test the line between pleasure and pain.
I withdraw slowly, but not completely, before pressing forward again, establishing a rhythm that's gentle enough to keep me from getting too carried away, and strong enough to make her vision blur around the edges. Each thrust sends pleasure spiraling through me, heightened by the knowledge that she's giving me something she's never given anyone else.
As her body relaxes further, I increase my pace, stroking her clit until she hisses out something. I don’t even know if she's asking me something or if it’s a threat because her words are indecipherable right now. The dual stimulation soon has her trembling, her internal muscles clenching around me in ways that threaten to shatter my hard-won control. I grind my teeth and keep my rhythm until her moans turn into a purr. The thought of taming a lioness into a kitten brings me closer to the edge than the act itself.
"Now," I growl, the words torn from some primal place inside me as I feel my own climax approaching. "Every part of you is mine." I’ve never wanted someone or even something as badly as I want this woman in front of me. I mean that in every senseof the word, not just to satisfy my deepest fantasies–although, I must admit, fulfilling them with her exceeds my wildest dreams. I’m talking about wanting to do everything with her, from just eating pizza to even going to the grocery store. And I’ve never fucking gone to the grocery store in my existence. I’ve always had someone do that for me. I’ve also never needed caramel popcorn—since that’s a contradiction in my book. Still, I enjoyed going with her and picking up an insane amount of Pop-Tarts and other ultra-processed shit that's bad for her health. Not that beings like me worry about things like that.
I move again, and I can tell she’s about to break with the next sway of my hips.
A broken cry echoes in my mouth as she comes apart beneath me, her mascara running down her face as she falls over the edge, her eyes barely staying open as her body is struggling to keep up with the pleasure.
The rippling contractions of her channel trigger my own release, and I drive deep one final time, emptying myself inside her with a roar that's barely human.
