Page 41 of Gothikana

She gave him her eyes.

‘Magic eyes, magic pussy,’ he murmured again, looking all over her face. ‘Little witch.’

‘Devil. Devil of Verenmore,’ she whispered to him, closing that last inch and sinking on him entirely, clinging to his shoulder as the fire between her legs simmered somewhere between pleasure at his fullness and pain at his invasion.

‘More than you know,’ he said, spearing one hand into her hair and tilting her head to the side, his mouth slanting over hers as his other hand guided her hip up. Their tongues met, separated, glided as he pulled his hips as far as the seat would allow and snapped in, spearing her in two, in a dance her body instinctively recognised. Her hips moved of their own volition, rotating over his cock, going up and down, her inner walls melding around him like they’d been created for it. He let her have her time, adjusting and discovering the newfound sensations, choosing to cup her breasts in the meantime, plucking her nipples with those skilled, deviant fingers, playing them like a maestro.

Her thigh muscles started to burn, her pace slowing down.

He gave her ass a little slap. ‘Get up,’ he told her, pulling himself out, lifting her up slightly, and opening the door on his side.Corvina gasped as cold air rushed over her exposed, sensitive pussy, watching him with disbelief as he stood in the very light drizzle in the dark, his fist wrapped around his cock.

She swallowed, looking up to meet his gaze as he pushed her flat on her back onto the seat, gripping her behind one knee and opening her up even more, his other hand holding onto the opening of the car toward the roof. She was locked in place, with only the space to move her hands.

His mouth came down on hers just as he entered her again with a thrust so hard it rocked the car, pushing her up the seat, the new angle making tears roll down the sides of her face.

A noise she didn’t recognise left her, swallowed by his mouth, their kissing frantic, their fucking even more so. And it was fucking — like animals, raw, visceral, out in the open with a mountain at their back and a cliff at their front, with nothing around them but nature in all its abundant glory.

He was untamed, every inch of his body controlling every inch of hers as he let go of his own leash, his hips thrusting against hers, grinding himself into her clit on every downward slide, splitting her every time, cutting her to pieces before stitching her back together, anew, alive, and even more aroused.

‘He’s important, Vivi, this one.’

Mo’s voice came to her mind out of nowhere, making her freeze for a moment, her eyes flying open as she pulled her head back, disoriented. ‘Mo?’

His eyebrows slashed down, his hair wild, untamed, dishevelled by her fingers. ‘Who the fuck is Mo?’ he demanded.

Corvina couldn’t tell him, especially not then.

‘Who is Mo?’ His voice got lower as he spread her knee wider in a move so dominant it made her clench around him harder.

‘No one.’ She shook her head, pulling his head down for a kiss again, moving her hips as he aggressively punched his cock inside her, the sound of their bodies slapping and their breaths panting loud in the air. Corvina focused on the sounds, the breaths, this entirely new experience, and filed away the voice for later.

Vad wrapped his hand from under her knee to where they were joined, pressing against her exposed clit, rubbing it hard in circles with his thumb as his cock rammed into her over and over; her nipples scraping against his chest with each movement; his tongue penetrating her mouth, touching, gliding, playing with hers, repeatedly. The assault on her senses from all sides turned the blaze in her flesh into an inferno, burning from all the places they were connected, spreading like a wildfire under her skin, taking her under.

A current of electricity zapped through her spine, arching her back as her head dug into the seat, her mouth opening on a scream silenced by his, as waves of pleasure capsized her, taking her under. Her knees jerked as he held them down, her walls clenching and unclenching around him rapidly, so rapidly he punched his cock through them one last time before growling against her lips, his release flooding her tocapacity.

It was everything, pleasure so pure, so untainted, so primal it was endless.

Corvina looked up at him, dazed, her body still buzzing with little aftershocks.

Panting, he pulled back, his chest heaving, and stood upright outside the car, his hands holding the top for support as he caught his breath.

Corvina stayed where she was, limp, looking at him as he got to fixing himself, surrounded by the dark, the light drizzle wetting him, making his skin gleam. She could scent him on herself, his unique scent, and she liked it.

He turned to her, his silver gaze raking over her supine form, heating again despite what they’d just done. She wondered how she looked to him, skirt up around her waist, thigh-high boots, ripped panties, braid loosened.

Bending down, he ripped her panties on the other side, throwing them in the back with his coat, and took out some tissues from the dashboard. She stayed silent, watching him as he cleaned her up, her heart clenching at the act, her mind aroused at the eroticism of it.

‘You’ll be sore,’ he told her, finally pulling her skirt down and gesturing to the passenger side seat for her to move. Corvina climbed over to that side, moaning at the way her legs and pussy protested.

‘I am sore,’ she told him, settling in her seat, aware of every single throb between her legs.

She felt him clean up his seat and climb in, before he started the ignition.

‘So, back to normal then,’ she mused out loud.

His response was a slight huff.

It was over sooner than she’d expected. And she didn’t know what she’d expected afterward, but it hadn’t exactly been this.

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