Page 28 of Raising the Sun

Musing could wait until after I’d covered his belly in my cum.

“You are delicious,” I purred, laving my tongue across his jawline. “I cannot wait to have you begging.”

Isaac moaned, his back arching, his body acting of its own volition and seeking friction. I pandered to him, planting my hands on his chest to grind our lengths together, sighing happily at the feeling of his hardness twitching and dripping, proof of his eagerness. His hands moved to my arse, squeezing as if to encourage my movements. He was a greedy little thing, a creature after my own heart, and I found myself spurning the idea of wasting time on preparation.

With a flick of my wrist, my hole was slick and ready for him to be buried deep inside. There would be plenty of chances to feel the human’s fingers stretching me open, but after several tedious days of waiting to get my way, my patience was all but gone.

“Are you sure you want me, petal?” I asked, reaching to notch the tip of his cock against my hole, tormenting him with how wet it was. “Want me to ride you until you’re calling my name as sweetly as you curse to God?”

Isaac nodded dumbly, the poor creature not knowing where to look. “Yes.”

That was all the approval I needed to finally lower myself onto him, inch by glorious inch. My head fell back, eyes closing and mouth parting with an indulgent smile as my arse connected with his thighs.

The feeling of being full was one I had so dearly missed, and I wished tosavour it.

For a moment, at least.

“Fuuuuck,” Isaac said through his gritted teeth, his scent a blend of hysteria and lust. “You’re so… It feels so tight. I’m not gonna last, and I’m babbling. Oh, bloody fucking hell, I can’t…”

“Flatterer,” I teased, and when I looked down, his eyes were screwed shut, his muscles tensed.

“Seriously, this is what it feels like? I’ve been missing so much. Holy shit, holy shit, holy—” He cut himself off with a whine, digging his fingers into my hips as I clenched around him. “If you do that, I’ll come, I swear.”

With a chuckle, I lifted up, intent on readjusting, but the human panicked, eyes shooting open. “No, no, I’m sorry! Don’t leave. I’ll shut up.”

“You’ll do nothing of the sort,” I said sternly as I hovered with the tip barely inside. “I find your pointless chatter endearing, but I do wish to come tonight, so I’m going to give you a little assistance.”

There was a buzz of magic in the air, and the human jolted with a hiss, his gaze zeroing in on the base of his cock, where a tight golden ring now sat.

“What… what’s that?”

“A cock ring. It’ll make you last until I’m ready for you to fill me. Any objections?”

He shifted in place, but otherwise didn’t refuse. “Feels weird, but no.”

“Good to hear.” I slammed back down, the slap of skin almost as satisfying as the human’s cry of pleasure.

“Fucking hell!”

I smirked, leaning in to brush my nose against his. “Indeed you are, my dear.”

Each roll of my hips thereafter seemed to drive the human wild. He was awkward, at first, tentative with his thrusts. But once he planted his feet for leverage, instinct and desperation took over, and his need to please was obvious in the way he watched my reactions. I combed my metal-tipped fingers through the bouncy blond curls on top of his head, tugging harshly until he whimpered and his cock jerked inside me. The angle of his neck made it easier for me to lick a broad stripe over the pulsing vein and nip at his chin, indulging the barest hint of masochism I’d discovered.

“You feel so good, pet.” I moaned as a particularly hard buck nailed my sweet spot. “You’re going to make me come without even touching myself.”

In truth, he had a lot still to learn, but the image of him underneath me—groaning, his eyes pleading—more than made up for his lack of skill. He was everything I’d imagined he’d be: malleable, eager, a deliriously sweet fruit just ripe for picking. It was exactly what I’d needed: a soul to debauch and guide, something to make mine that wasn’t already.

The perfect entertainment.

It wasn’t long at all before my skin started to tingle, that familiar heat roaring in the pit of my stomach. Normally, itwould last longer, be drawn out until my thighs burned and my pet was babbling reverent nonsense.

But alas, we were both too riled up, and if the little creature chewed his lip any harder it’d be a gory mess.

“Please, Ash,” he whined, his voice like music to my ears. Tears even glittered in his pretty blue eyes. It was utterly glorious. “Please, it’s too much, I can’t…”

“Oh, you poor thing,” I cooed, distracting him from the hitch in my voice by circling my hips and clamping down, making his eyes roll and shoulders shake. “Lucky for you, I’m in a merciful mood.”

With a thought, I snapped the restraint around his cock, and his grip turned bruising. He pounded up into me like a beast possessed, chasing his orgasm, his body wound so tight it was a wonder he didn’t combust.

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