Page 39 of SIN Bone Deep

I threw my head back as his tongue stroked over my cunt. Where Ender’s touch was cool, Mal’s was overly hot, scorching my flesh, and where Ender was gentle, Mal was rough, mauling my clit ruthlessly with tongue and teeth so that my fingers curved over the edge of the shelf clinging on for dear life and I came… and came… and came.

“Hmm,” he rose to his feet, stepping in to press my thighs wider with his hips, and laughed, his nose brushing mine and his eyes dancing like the pits of Hell. “The seed of life from the Lord of Death mellowed by the innocent sweet cunt of a mortal witch is a vintage I find I enjoy. Shall I send him something back?” He ground his groin against me, letting me feel the hard throb of his cock contained within.

“Mal…” I ached for him to thrust into me but knew that Ender would not like it – and that was precisely why Mal was seducing me. There was a heavy fogginess to my desire. The feeling was similar to that odd intoxication at the party, and I wondered if Mal had used magic to coerce me…

A door opened and someone walked into the church and began to move through the pews, placing prayer books.

“Shh,” Mal whispered grinning. He leaned forward until his lips were against my ear. “If you do not consent, it’s not your fault if I seduce you. You could not cry out because our trespass would be revealed, and you would get into trouble and possibly lose your scholarship. And so…” He reached between us and released his cock from his chinos. “Just close your eyes and let me have my wicked, wicked way with you…”

I did not know whether he offered me a way of absolving myself of cheating on Ender, or whether he was dirty talking and describing a fantasy, such as he had about the widow and her lover - but it was already too late because his description had become reality, and his hips arched into me, his hands on my arse pulling me towards him so that his cock found my entrance and breached into a cunt made slick by cunnilingus.

He felt so good. I had to bite my lip to keep myself from moaning out aloud, and my grip tightened on the edge of the shelf to stop myself from gripping onto him and pulling him tighter. I didn’t have to, he pulled my hips off the edge of the shelf and leaned over me so that I bowed back. I lifted my face, closing my eyes, awash with pleasure and guilt, and trying not to worsen the situation through active participation. He took advantage of my exposed throat, and he kissed it with a vampiric hunger.

His breath panted out against my sensitized skin in rhythm with the hard thrust of his hips into me, each thrust seeming to seek to drive him deeper and deeper within me, grinding my clit between us, so that I was caught on the edge of another orgasm.

The little widow’s balcony was breathlessly hot, and my clothing clung to my skin with sweat. I kept my eyes closed and yet, through my lids, I seemed to catch glimpses of a creature of fire, horns, and snarling teeth, as if in the darkness of my own skull, with my eyes blinded to the outside world, what he was could not be denied.

He crushed his mouth to mine, smothering my cries as I came, and I felt him jerk within me as he followed, the shelf groaning under the force of our bodies against it. His forehead rested against mine, and his eyes were closed as he recovered himself, panting. A strand of red silk clung to his eyelashes, and when I reached up to brush it away, his eyes opened, the entire eye red liquid fire complete with glittering sparks, as if I gazed into the center of a volcano.

He blinked, and the flames were gone.

For a long moment we stared at each other, and then he grinned. “Damn it, Nyx,” he said softly. “Now you’ve gone and complicated things.”

“Shh,” I whispered, covering his mouth with my hand, and glancing over my shoulder into the church, not wanting to be discovered.

He shook with laughter and eased back, his cock sliding free of the hold of my cunt wetly. As he lifted me down onto my own two feet, I felt the slide of cum begin down my thighs, and wondered why the romance books the aunts loved to read never mentioned such things.

“We are alone again,” he told me as he did up his fly, and stooped, retrieving my panties from the floor, and handed them to me. “You need not fear discovery. By humans at least. Your other lover will know…” There was a hint of darkness in his voice. “But you do not belong to him. Yet. Never, if I have my way,” he flashed me a sharp white grin and opened the door, flooding the little room with light.

I hastily pulled on my underwear under my skirt and smoothed my hands over my clothing and hair as I followed him out into the church. He crossed to another door hidden in the decorative woodwork, near the base of the sermon stairs. It opened into a small antechamber, and that out into daylight.

I stood blinking away the haloes in my vision, and Mal took my hand, pulling me forward and through a little walled garden, out through a vine-covered gate, and into the student car park. Our rushed exit from the church, taking two steps for every one of his, left me breathless and stumbling. I almost fell into Xander, who caught me by my shoulders, steadying me.

“Woah, there,” he said. “What’s the rush, Elenyx? We’re just heading to town,” he glanced over his shoulder to where a group of students had come to a standstill, interrupting their conversations. “Laurie thinks he can beat Dawson at pool. Come down, have some shots, and watch the slaughter.”

The group laughed at the last, from which I gathered that Dawson was somewhat of an expert player and Laurie was overreaching.

“Sure, why not?” Mal joined us. “I’ll drive, if anyone wants a lift.”

His offer was cheerfully accepted, and Xander, Laurie, Dawson, and a girl named Fleur all piled into Mal’s tiny Porsche, pushing the seating to its limits. I somehow ended up on Xander’s lap as there were not enough seats to go around.

“So, how come you’re not using the pool tables in the recreational center?” Mal asked cheerfully as he reversed the car out of the parking spot.

“Ah, the pool tables at the recreational center are out of service,” Dawson replied with a laugh. “A different type of pool and queue competition took place late last night, and the playing surface - ”

“Is pregnant,” Laurie snickered.

“Might as well be,” Fleur sneered. “The amount of cum spilled on it. Filthy pigs, boys,” she said to me. “They’ll hop on and ride anything and anyone if it will get them off.”

“I was looking for you the other night,” Xander said quietly as the conversation between the other four grew lewd and loud. “Where did you disappear off to?”

“I went home,” I said, truthfully, for Ender had taken me there. “The party was a bit… much for me.”

“Yeah, it gets crazy,” he agreed his voice holding his smile. His hand covered where mine rested on my thigh, his fingers longer than the skirt, so the tips rested on my skin. Beneath my arse, I could feel the throb of his cock, and knew that it turned him on to have me sitting on his lap. “I’m sorry. I tried to watch out for you…”

“I thought you were advertising me as a virgin so that you and your buddies could roofie my drink?” I replied tartly.

“What?” He half laughed his denial. “Who said that to you?”

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