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“You, Arlo, my darling, are the only person that I wish to be the making of.”
The kiss he gave me was softer than the rest. There was no flickering of tongues or clashing lips. It was like a petal falling through a spring breeze which gently landed upon my skin. The brush of a feather. The song of wind.
The calm before the storm.
“I may need your guidance.” Faenir’s fingers traced down my thighs, digging into my skin but not going so far to cause me discomfort. “The last thing I wish is for you to be hurt.”
“You could never hurt me.”
“Do not say that.”
I reached up, took his face in both hands and pressed my forehead to his. “Enough of this talk. Fuck me until words become meaningless.”
He tore my undershorts off me, hoisted my legs up and jolted me forward. I screeched with thrill. “Then fuck you I shall.”
Faenir stood at the edge of the bed. My legs were thrown over his shoulders, my ass pressed up against the length of his spit-covered cock that twitched at my entrance. I could not take my eyes off Faenir as he gathered spit in his mouth and, with undeniable precision, allowed a trail of it to fall from his lips and fall upon his cock.
My breathing was heavy, my heartbeat filling my ears as though to block out everything else.
Faenir spat a total of three times. Once he was done his thumb spread out the lubrication as evenly as he could across the curved tip of his cock. Then his hand ran circles up and down his length which drew long, pleasured groans from him.
He had commanded me to touch myself as he prepared for what was to come. Faenir watched with such interest I felt like he was memorising every part of me, searing every single intimate moment we shared into his mind;I could see his enjoyment as he studied me.
There was a second where I had to remove my own hand in a panic, worried that I was going to explode and end this before it had truly begun; the feeling had come over so quickly as Faenir took some of his spit and traced around the sensitive centre of my ass with two, soft-touched fingers.
“Breathe deep for me,” Faenir commanded.
This was his first time having sex yet I felt like the one with no experience. The way he looked at me spoke of an abundance of knowledge. There would come a time when I would find out how he could be so confident in the face of a new challenge.Now was not the moment for a history lesson. This moment was for thenowandhere.
Faenir Evelina entered me with ease. A cry of pure, devouring pleasure stole my breath away and filled the room. His shadows responded as though singing and muffling my own cries.
I did not catch a breath until his hips pressed into my ass. He was inside of me. All of him.
“You are so deliciously tight,” Faenir called out with a dreamy sigh.
I gripped the pillow behind my head and squeezed. What I truly wished to do was rip it from beneath me and place it over my face so I could release the storm of shouts that twisted within me. Instead, I managed a reply, though breathless and broken, “Fuck. Me. I beg you.”
I could see Faenir’s mask of control shatter with each thrust of his cock. His lips trembled, his hands gripping harder on my thighs as he moved in and out of me.He would not last as long as he wished, as long as I desired.
But there was always time for another try. And another.
I was faintly aware of the darkening room as Faenir’s cloak of shadows covered us and left us in the safe haven of their concealment. I did not understand his powers but assumed that the noises we made would not reach past this boundary.
I let go of my inhibitions, giving into the pleasure that stretched me out as he rode within me, and I expelled each overwhelming orgasm in shouts and groans.Faenir soon joined in, unable to hide his growls behind the biting of his lip for another moment.He could not help himself as his grinding quickened. His hands ran across my body, touching every inch. Beads of sweat rolled down his face like diamonds which fell upon me as he leaned over to kiss me.I could tell he concentrated on prolonging this moment.
It was impossible to know how much time passed as he pounded into me over and over. Seeing his thrill had me creeping closer to the edge of bursting and I feared I would fail to stop it.
“Do not stop,” I murmured, lips pulling away from his, my fingers interwoven with his knot of raven hair. “I want to feel you.”
“I will break into millions of pieces if you dare speak like that,” he replied, licking his lips to taste me and the salt of his own sweat.
“Break, Faenir, shatter within me. I wish for it.”
My words were the confirmation he needed.
Faenir threw his head back and roared into the shadows. I joined in, my hand moving vigorously in tune with his pounding. We raced towards the edge of the cliff and threw ourselves off as one.
The final orgasm lasted the longest. As Faenir came within me, slowing his grinding to a gentle lull, I finished upon my stomach, uncaring for the splattering of cum that reached my chest.
