Page 106 of Tempest

Tempest

I crave her.

After a kill, there’s always a flurry of emotions I contend with, adrenaline, satisfaction, shame, certainty, need. To name a few. I’ve never been able to release them efficiently, turning to running myself ragged at the gym or collapsing in a cloud of weed. I’ve tried sex, too, and while a nice release happens in my balls, my mind continues its fucked-up adventure from my nightlife into the day, never truly knowing where one ends and the other begins but having to play the part anyway.

Tonight is different. This time, Ardyn writhes underneath me with the movements of a caught selkie dragging herself across the forest floor and into my arms.

She could be up to something, my Ardyn, but my warring emotions don’t seem to care. She’s offering up her mouth, and so, to be sure she doesn’t bite off my dick, I’ll offer up mine.

Seems fair.

It’s effortless to keep her flat while I maneuver so my dick is near her face and mine close to her pussy. If she tries to rear up, she’ll have a nice meeting between my thighs since I’ve blocked her in with my knees on either side of her head and my elbows at her waist.

I’m a cage of bones prepared to lock her down until her screams die out, but Ardyn doesn’t fight me. She hesitantly reaches for my pants’ zipper, instead.

Fuck, this girl. She’ll be the reason I die. I’m certain of it.

What Ardyn should fear, she runs to. The things she witnesses should make her crawl into a safe haven and never want to come out. A private facility was the best place for her—or so I thought.

Tonight, she’s making me think I’m the best place for her.

I’m a skeleton without a heart. My bones are yellowed with too-old experiences and scarred with battles she should never have to see.

She did. And she’s here, anyway.

Ardyn’s tentative tongue rips me out of denial and to the sensation of my dick being freed into the air and entered into slick warmth. Her lips are tight around my tip. I’m reminded of how small her mouth is compared to my size. All it would take is one full thrust to crack her jaw and suffocate her breaths.

A sudden scraping against my sensitive flesh makes me jolt. “No teeth, princess,” I hiss.

She does as requested. It’s her sweet attention to the direction that makes me gently push into her mouth instead of savagely staking my claim and cementing just how bad I am for her.

A tight, hot feeling rushes into my center. Not on orgasm—never this soon—though its heat is similar. This is more akin to jealousy, possessiveness, a strange pride that I am the only dick she’s ever had in her mouth and—

ever will.

That certainty pulses into my cock, and I force her to swallow more of me. Ardyn’s jaw unlocks when I hit the back of her throat. She makes strangled noises while I fill her, her fingers digging into my ass as she both pushes and pulls at my pants.

To relax her, I unzip her and draw her pants down past her hips. I’m not about to relieve the pressure in her mouth. She has her nose for that, and instead, I play with her perfect, fuzzed-over folds that glisten under the moonlight.

The scent that comes from that glisten is pure ambrosia. I bury my nose and mouth in her, unable to play and string her along like I planned. I want to consume her, I want Ardyn to become a part of me, and that notion has me baring my teeth and plunging my tongue deep into her hole, basking in her heated want. For me.

Always for me.

I feel her moan against my dick, and the gorgeous picture of her reddening face with streaks of drool and tears sparkling under the moon nearly makes me come. I match my licks to my thrusts, drawing all the way out of her mouth, then plunging back in, my balls smacking against her nose. The sound of my retreat and wet re-entry overtakes the forest. I moan into her pussy, using the pad of my tongue on her clit, and then, feeling creative, I push one of my fingers into her ass.

She jolts, her cheeks clenching before I stroke her back into submission, collecting her wetness like a lubricant and spreading it all over her, painting my mouth with it.

This was meant to scare her into silence, but I’m so immersed in her body and the way it responds to me, how her inexperienced mouth delicately tries to suck while I ram into her and make her head bounce off the ground with my force, that the orgasm is inevitable.

I refuse to come undone alone. I stimulate her clit to the point of severity, and she has no choice but to follow. Nor do I pull out, choosing to spurt down her throat and enjoy the sounds of her choking on my salted taste.

Ardyn’s coaxed out an abnormal amount from me, and I withdraw so I don’t kill her, spurting the rest of my ecstatic release on her face, my cock jerking as her hands try to contain me.

She bucks underneath my ministrations, my fingers soaked by her. Ardyn’s trying to swallow while orgasming at the same time, causing these gurgling fits of noise that almost have me chuckling with pride.

I come up on all fours, more out of breath than I care to admit and needing a few moments to collect myself. Ardyn squirms but doesn’t squirrel out of my hold, her limbs slackening as she attempts to calm her own haggard sounds.

Using our moment of weakness, I turn until my face looms over hers. It’s a pleasure to notice the smear I’ve left on her flawless features, the strings of cum on her cheeks, and arcing over her nose. Ardyn makes no attempt to wipe it off as she stares up at me, showcasing the same amount of pride I was reluctant to admit possessing mere moments before.

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