Page 5 of Free Fall

Unzipping my pants, I climbed onto her bed, the mattress creaking under the additional weight. I settled myself between her open thighs and ran my hands down them, brushing across the sensitive flesh and grinning when she flinched. I had to yank my cock from my pants when I saw the remnants of my bite on the back of her thigh. It was almost healed, just some raised bumps now, but it satisfied some deep, primal part of myself. Like chasing her through the maze, claiming her had been a necessity. Leaving a mark had been uncontrollable.

I pushed one leg of her shorts to the side of her pink pussy, salivating at the glistening wetness waiting for me, the sparkle of the green gem she had winking next to her clit. “Having a dirty dream, are we, little puppet?” I growled out, rubbing my knuckle through her labia, drenching my hand in her fluids. She sighed again, her hips flexing as I touched her pierced clit.

Fuck, I needed to come, to claim her again. Paint her with my claim.

My hand wrapped around my cock and I jerked it, using her pussy fluid as lube, running my thumb over the piercing at the tip. I spat on my palm and pumped my fist harder, using my other hand to toy with her.

Her breathing picked up, quiet moans spilling from between her lips. After just a few minutes, I felt my orgasm squeezing my aching balls, so I pointed my cock at her exposed pussy and released spurts of cum all over her, biting my fist to stop from shouting out as I lost focus for a few seconds. My spunk sprayed all over her pussy, her lower stomach, soaked the fabric of her shorts and dripped through the thatch of hair above her clit, coating her piercing. It satisfied such a deep, animal part of me, seeing myself all over her.

I sank back to study the view, wiping my cum covered hand on her thighs and her sheets. Mm, watching the white fluid drip over her clit, pool at her hole… I wanted it in her. Needed her walking around with me inside her.

She still didn’t wake up as I shuffled onto my stomach and pushed her legs apart further, taking my fill of the sight before me. Cum covered pussy was my favorite kind.

My first lick was a tentative one, just my tongue roaming through her labia and skirting over her clit as I chased all my cum, gathering it in my mouth.

Her hands moved, one of them thumping over her face, the other trying to work its way onto her pussy, the sensation bringing her consciousness closer to the surface. I hoped she was having a pleasant dream… maybe about a man in a mask chasing her and fucking her, surrounded by neon ghouls and cackling witches.

I trailed my tongue over her stomach and thighs, sucking up my cum until I had it all, then I fed it into her hole, pushing it in, forcing every drop into her until it wasn’t spilling out any more. With my fingers, I pushed it up further, toward her cervix. Some strong damn meds she was on. I was almost begging her to wake up as I drove my fingers into her cummy hole, as I moved my tongue back up to her clit and flickered it until she was writhing and panting.

Even asleep, she was on my strings, at my command. I grinned into her flesh as I felt it begin to twitch and convulse. She was going to explode and would never even know it was me. She was going to be dripping wet and not know why.

Fuck, I think I wanted her to learn my dirty secret. More of them.

Three

Zelda

Thedreamswirlingaroundmy brain was a damn good one, sexy and filthy, though the images were just out of reach, and I couldn’t reach the relief I wanted. Something blocked my hand as I tried to reach between my legs in my liminal state. The pressure there was already amazing, making me squirm. Something nudged on my clit, sending sleepy pleasure through my confused body.

I fought my way through the fog of my sleeping pills and tried to make sense of the world I was coming into. Literally coming.

An orgasm ripped through me as I came into consciousness with a harsh tug, zapping from my fingertips to my toes, making my scalp tingle and my belly squeeze. I wrestled against the pressure, and when a hand flew up and over my mouth, stopping my cry of unwanted pleasure, it shifted to a scream of fear.

I wasn’t alone. Not caught in a strange dream world of intense orgasms.

Someone was in my bed, their head between my legs. I gasped and kicked out, taking in a lungful of air when my face slipped from the palm covering my mouth. Then it was back, squeezing my jaw and crushing my lips closed as a tongue lapped at the ebb of my explosion. A masculine grunt was the only reaction I had, then a moan of pleasure as their tongue licked at my hole.

My scream muffled, and my kicks landing nowhere, I just flailed as the intruder continued their assault on my over-sensitive pussy. Heat raced through my veins as the sensation didn’t relent, and as usual, my body confused the fear with lust. I sobbed.

Trying to prize my jaw apart to dig my teeth into the hand over my mouth failed. Hammering my fists into the man’s hair did nothing to stop him. Squeezing his head between my thighs so hard I hoped it might pop only made him bite my flesh, groaning as he did.

A suspicious, tentative clarity washed over me, and I fell limp. Let my limbs and muscles relax as I held my breath, slamming my eyes shut as the pressure built in my skull. Terror was making my already dark vision blur and my throat thicken with the urge to vomit. The sickening furor of a post-orgasm ache in my belly was renewing. I’d never been in a situation as bone-chilling, apart from at Halloween just gone. Then the man let out a recognizable groan.

As my sleep-fogged mind struggled to pick through the mess of emotions and terror, it settled on the thing eating away at the back of my sensible brain, the one not ravished by fear and fight mode.

I didn’t know whether to scream louder or spread my legs when my thoughts connected with who it was. Uncle fucking Luca, still toying with my clit piercing with a wicked smirk on his shadowed face. I looked down my body at him, wondering how I hadn’t recognized it was him right away.

When our eyes locked, he dropped his hand from my face and sat up between my thighs, his mouth glistening with my fluid, his expression smug. He slapped my cheek and ran his fingers through my hair as he settled over me.

My eyes were wide open, but I was a rag doll. Unsure how to proceed. How. If.

“Still my puppet, then?” he teased, his mouth so close to mine our noses almost grazed. “But you don’t have any strings to pull.”

“Luca…” I breathed out. Seeing him for sure, exposed, even though I’d known from that damn ring he was the man under the mask who’d done all those things before… watching him looming above me, his skin brushing on mine, his fingers toying with the intimate piercing no one else knew I had… it made the reality of the situation wash over me. “Get off me.”

His chest rumbled, laughter but dark. Devilish. I was no match for this man, was stupid to think I could be. How I ever thought I’d be able to toy with him or manipulate him into something was beyond me. I’d never felt so pathetic as I did in that moment, with the man I still promised myself couldn’t truly be my masked master. It was a mistake, somehow. The same ring. I squeezed my eyes shut. “Get off me,” I repeated, realizing he was yet to move.

“It’s too late for that, little puppet.” He leaned closer, our bodies pressing together, his hips falling between thighs, my legs open and bracketing him, welcoming him where my brain did not. I realized his cock was out when it brushed against my stomach, sticky with fluid. Did he…?

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