Page 26 of Venom Within Her

The pleasure was almost too much to handle. The radiating heat from my belly intensified. Every thrust inside of me felt four-dimensIlonal, like I was experiencing it in several different ways. My brain couldn’t wrap around the feeling of the hard, fleshy toy pounding inside of me and the tightening of silky, wet walls around me.

Sounds I didn’t know I could make spilled from my mouth like a song. I looked up at Larz, who seemed like she was reacting the same.

Do you want to feel what I feel?

The words replayed as my climax grew closer. I was feeling her pleasure and mine all at once. And so was she.

“You feel that, baby? How fucking amazing that pussy feels?”

“Yes! Oh, you fuck me so good, Larz. So…fucking…good!”

Tears brimmed in my eyes and spilled down my cheeks. I was about to come and it was going to be fucking life-changing.

“Look how pretty you cry for me.” Larz wrapped her hand around my throat, pressing the sides with her strong fingers and it pushed me over the edge.

I saw stars. Flashing all around my vision, even when I squeezed my eyes shut. My pussy clenched and convulsed around her, locking the toy inside me as I almost passed out. I was screaming, louder than I knew humanly possible. Larz was gripping my hip, pulling me hard into her as we both came.

“Yes, baby. That’s it. Come with me. That’s my good, filthy fucking girl.”

The entire world melted away. Nothing existed but me, Larz, and the way my body was engulfed by her. I had completely relinquished control, handing it to her on a silver platter. I was nothing more than a vessel for her pleasure and the sick thing was, I loved it. I wanted her to use me. Over and over.

She stayed inside me as our orgasms subsided, thrusting into me slowly as we came down. When we finally settled onto the bed, Larz pulled me into her arms and angled my head so I was looking into her eyes.

The tight, solid lock I felt at the back of my skull unraveled, traveled back the way it came through my brain and out my eyes. I felt a lot less fatigued, but still exhausted. My breathing calmed all the way and the fog cleared. I was left with only my own sensations.

It was incredibly lonely, being abandoned to my own body and sensations again after experiencing the most intense connection I’d ever felt. Possibly the only true connection I’d ever felt.

I almost didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to speak. I didn’t want to wake up from the dream of what had just happened, of what had been happening since the moment Larz came into my life. But my curiosity was a persistent, nagging thing.

“What was that?” I asked as I snuggled into Larz’s chest.

“Mind connection. I connected certain parts of our brains to let us feel what the other does.”

“Oh,” I considered what that meant. “Is it just physical sensation?”

She played with my fingers, lacing them between hers. “No. We can connect emotIlonal feelings as well.”

My stomach went sour, twisting with uncertainty. If Larz could connect to my brain and make me feel what she felt, was any of this real?

“Have you…ever done that with me?”

“Yes. Once. To help calm you down about Stellan.”

It was the first time I had felt uneasy around Larz. I trusted her, but something about knowing she could control how I felt made me question every second I’d spent with her. I left my old life behind and moved to Cutwood to escape control, not run right back into it.

“What is it, babygirl?”

“I…” I hesitated. I didn’t know how I felt. “I just need a minute.”

I scurried into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me before sinking onto the floor. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I had someone who had shown me nothing but love, kindness, and gentle care, but I couldn’t even trust it.

My entire life had been controlled since the moment I opened my eyes. Growing up with ultra-religious parents meant every second was lived by the book. How I dressed, how I spoke, even how I ate, was watched and planned meticulously. When my parents caught wind of me not liking men, I was forced into courtship with a boy of their choice from the church, and the control only continued, narrowing my world down into an even tighter cage. I couldn’t go back to feeling like I wasn’t my own person. I wouldn’t let myself.

I heard my bedroom door close and the twist in my stomach turned into panic. Maybe I’d hurt her feelings. Maybe she was going to leave me. No matter what I was feeling, I couldn’t let that happen. I had to remember that she was a different kind, mind connections were probably a normal thing for her. I owed her a conversation at the very least and the open-mindedness to try to understand.

When I burst into the room, Larz was there, setting down a mug of tea and a tray of snacks. She settled back on the bed and waved me over.

When I got close enough, she pulled me onto her lap and placed the steaming mug in my hands. I took a long sip, letting the steam seep into my pores. Larz then held a fresh strawberry to my lips.