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“Zelda…” I said in warning, almost ready to put an end to this, but the vibrations were making my cock weep, and her finger penetrating me was grazing against my prostate. I didn’t complain when another of her fingers joined the first, the stretching and vibrating a new and unusual punishment.

I refused to come like this, though. No, I would be buried in her. I never wanted my cum wasted anywhere but deep inside her. The idea of filling her up again, impregnating her fertile young womb, made me feel fucking nuts with lust. One track minded. She could fuck with my body as much as she liked, but I owned hers.

She didn’t complain when I grabbed her and flipped us, pressing the vibrating dildo on my thigh to her clit as my legs fell between hers. “You still think you can dominate me? When I can move you so easily? When I can push you to your limits without even trying? You want to be my master?”

Her expression was only one of lust, no anger at me breaking character. She looked pleased, satisfied, smiling through her desire.

“Luca…” she groaned, spreading her legs wider as the vibrations hit her through her clothing. I knew she’d done that on purpose, too. She used to complain that I always fucked her fully dressed while she was in the buff, so keeping her clothes on gave her that sense of power she craved. Or thought she craved. It took mere moments for me to have her at my disposal again. Her breathing picked up, light panting and heaving tits as I pressed against her, watching her sink for me.

“Tell me, puppet, what do you want?” I pushed my thigh hard between her legs, unrelenting as the vibrations rattled her.

With her face scrunched up and her body tense, she released one small word, a whisper that I could just hear above the low thrum of the dildo. “You.”

Thirty Six

Zelda

Thewayhekissedme was new.

It wasn’t a dirty claiming, but a possession. He took me wholly with his mouth and poured three years of pain through it. Our lips moved together as he fumbled with the dildo I’d strapped to his leg, tugging it loose and turning it off before chucking it across the room. He kept pulling away, just a little, to stare into my eyes, searching for something, then diving back in, kissing me with a fierceness that had my entire being weak.

“Hand me the lube,” he said between kisses, cupping my cheeks as he tried to devour me. “You teased me with your fingers, and it made me realize something. I’ve never had your ass before, not really.”

My belly clenched at his words, and I did a mental body check, wanting him to have every little bit of me. He laughed at my widened eyes and ran his thumb under them.

“You need to give as good as you get, my little puppet,” he mocked, his tone light.

“Two fingers don’t compare,” I snarked back, and he moved his hands over my ears and into my hair, gripping the strands tight until I hissed in pain. It was so delicious, though, that sharp stab as the follicles strained at my scalp, the way he commanded my body and held me to whatever he desired. I used to hate how I melted for him, but I was coming to love it. To crave it. I would just sink away and let him move me, direct me, make me do all the things we both wanted.

He pecked a kiss on my nose. “You will take it all, Zel,” he told me, and in that moment, I believed him. Of course, I could. I kissed his nose back, having to strain to reach, and he gave me a warm smile. “Now, the lube.”

“I think it landed on the floor.”

He moved away and flashed me a wicked look. “Face down, ass up while I grab it.”

Without a thought in my head, I did as told, rolling onto my front, sticking my bare ass into the air and pressing my face and chest into the sheets, my back curving to show him all of me. I was so exposed, but not unsafe with him.

He hummed in contentment as he settled behind me, and began kissing down my back, starting at my shoulder blades. He took his time, using his tongue and lips to drive me wild as he worked his way down my body in slow movements, leaving a trail of zinging pleasure in his wake. When he reached my hips, he paused to knead at them, massaging the tension out of me further. I groaned into the sheets, shocked at how much I needed his touch there. He laughed and hushed me, digging his thumbs into the base of my spine.

Then he kissed each of my ass cheeks, nibbling and sucking on the flesh. “I remember when I bit you so hard you were bleeding,” he told me. “That haunted house made me insane.”

It had taken weeks for that bite to heal all the way, but I sometimes still found I missed the marks it had left behind, the ridges from his teeth that pressed against seats when I sat my ass down. I pushed myself back toward him, too far gone to speak, to articulate. He chuckled and trailed his tongue closer to my asshole, dipping into my crack before moving to the other cheek like he had all the time in the world.

I was damn near wild for it before he finally,finally, ran the flat of his tongue over my hole. My legs tried to buckle, and I cried out, sinking my face into the pillow to muffle myself. I heard him huff a laugh against me as he prodded and licked around my rim. He lapped at me, pushing me to insanity, his fingers clawing into me where he held me up. Growling, he pressed his tongue inside me, then withdrew, kissing and sucking at the flesh instead. Like he was softening it, warming it up.

When he replaced his tongue with a finger and slid his head underneath me to latch onto my pussy, an orgasm ravaged me without my consent, appearing out of nowhere and thundering through my body. I sobbed, cried out, flopped further onto my front as I failed to hold myself up. Luca kept up his movements, lifting my hips and rolling his tongue over my clit, driving his finger into my ass, not stopping even when I begged, panting and sighing, clawing at the sheets in the agony of it all.

Soon, he pressed a second, a third and a fourth finger inside me, stretching me beyond what I thought possible. But he took it so slow, prepped my body with such care, there was no more pain, only pleasure and aching and discomfort as I accommodated him.

He declared me ready for his dick and withdrew his fingers when I tried to speak, only garbling consent and desperation, as he positioned himself at my back. I wasn’t able to move, I was so wrecked. My muscles had tensed and relaxed so many times, my mind had lost itself. He could do anything to me, use me, I was his.

His lubed up cock pressed against my ass, and I welcomed it in, relaxing and bearing down to make it easier on myself. He eased in, an inch at a time, groaning and growling out words I failed to understand in my haze. His piercing dragged along my flesh, making me whine. My whole body was hot, flushed with sweat and that delicious mix of pain and pleasure as the foreign intrusion overwhelmed my senses.

“Luca…” I managed to moan, sighing out when his hips touched my ass cheeks, bottoming out.

“Shit, Zel,” he said, sounding half gone too. “You feel amazing. You’re so tight around me, so perfect.” He stroked my back, staying still while I adjusted to him. “Your ass looks incredible stretched around my shaft, it’s like you’re sucking me in, holy fuck…” He moved then, unable to help himself, punching that last inch of himself in, then drawing out almost fully.

I cried, the sensation consuming me, as he fucked me slow, pushing his cock in and out, running his hands over every inch of me in his reach. As he picked up speed, his touch roamed further, and he leaned over to cup my tits. He possessed me, enveloped me in his sweaty body as he pounded into my ass, as he squeezed my nipples and pulled on the piercings.

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