Page 51 of Ethereally Tainted

After I rip off her shirt, the upper portion of her body is completely naked, but the lower part is fully clothed. My eyes drift from her kissable, full lips down to her breasts, where they linger as I observe their soft rise and fall when she breathes. A faint whimper escapes her mouth as I massage her nipples and brush my hand over her breasts. Watching me massage her breasts, she lifts her gaze so that her eyes meet mine, raw emotions flickering in those pupils.

“I’m not going to fuck you, darling.”

I watch her eyes light up with desperation as I sneer out a laughless chuckle with a cruel smirk etched on my lips.

I see anger burning in her irises, a sense of annoyance at being rejected. “Then what the fuck are you doing?”

I only cock an eyebrow, not replying as I trail down her collarbone with my wet lips, leaving kisses all the way down to her stomach as she releases gasps of pleasure. Her impatient hands fumble with my sweatpants, attempting to remove them down my knees to hurry the process, but I give her one of my devilish grins before searching my way down her folds with my fingers. Fuck, she’s soaked.

She buckles against my pelvis, desperate for my touch, and my bulge strains against my boxers, begging for release. In her eyes, I see that this is nothing more than a quick fix for her. Good. No strings fucking attached.

As her hands clutch my hair tightly, I feel her tug on it as if she might tear it away. She bends forward into my grasp as I tickle her while my hands gently touch the sides of her thighs in slow, light movements. Her body trembles against me, her hips involuntarily rolling toward my fingers. She groans with frustration from her throat, and I laugh at her misery while feeling my cock pump with the desire to be inside of her.

I don’t have a fucking condom, and I sure as hell don’t want to make her pregnant, so another way will do.

I strip her off her panties, which are soaked in her arousal, and slowly find my way toward her most sensitive bundle of nerves. I rub her clit with ease as she lets out a sharp moan followed by my name, and fuck, the way she says it, it’s as if my cock will burst from desperation. In a ferocious attack on her clit, I lower my fingers and tease her tight entrance before pushing them inside her. With my touch, her knees snap inward, trembling as her eyes roll to the back of her head when I touch her G-spot, pushing my fingers in and making her ecstatic. I lower myself between her thighs, teasing them by kissing them gently as I continue to finger-fuck her.

I trail sloppy kisses along her thighs, biting down until she hisses from both pleasure and pain before I finally reach her entrance with my mouth. By this time, her hips are jerking against me, desperately trying to get me to go faster, but I’m taking my time as I plant a kiss on her clit, and then I pull away my fingers.

A desperate whine escapes her, and I lift my fingers to my mouth, ensuring she watches me as I suck them off.

“Fuck, you taste delicious.”

I lower myself between her thighs, but not before noticing how her cheeks flush as embarrassment washes over her, yet there is some distinct part of her that loved what I just did.

The heavy wind blowing through nature erupts in loud moans, the only sound one can hear in the thicket of trees as she bucks her hips against the tips of my fingers and my tongue as I suck on her clit, licking between her folds. A smirk graces my lips, which she notices.

“Oh shut up, don’t be an arrogant dick.”

A devilish chuckle escapes me as I watch her unravel beneath me, on the verge of losing all control. She makesmelose my goddamn control with her attitude.

She tries to push her legs close, but I pry them apart as a growl escapes me. “Spread your legs, darling.”

Much to my delight, she obeys, and breathless screams pour out of her mouth as I sink two of my fingers between her folds and fuck her with my tongue. It isn’t until I feel her clenching my fingers–soaking them in as if they were one with her–that she chokes on euphoria and lets go of all the control, letting me drive her to the edge until she is nothing but a whimpering mess while coming undone. Her orgasm hits like waves, and I lick it all up, not daring to let anything go to waste. A tentative smile spreads across her lips, a look of savagery on her face as the wind grips her hair, twirling it and making her look even more sexy than she already is.

Fuck, she is a goddess.

As she props herself up on her knees, holding the hem of my sweatpants in her hands and preparing to remove the pants from my legs, she stops dead in her tracks, almost as if she were stumbling.

“What are you doing?” I growl, unable to contain myself as my bulge strains against my boxers, the discomfort lashing at me.

Her mouth opens to let out a feeble whimper as she peers toward the water, an expression of sorrow unlike the one of pleasure she emitted just seconds ago. Those whimpers come from the depths of terror, and my eyes follow where her gaze lingers in the distance.

“Oh fuck,” I hiss, throwing the shirt at her so she can put it on before I scramble closer to the edge of the pond, not so close that I’ll fall, but close enough to see.

“Is that–” she hesitates, her eyes no longer dazed but foggy. “Is that what I think it is?”

Instead of responding to her, I gaze in shock and dismay at the sight in front of me, my prior arousal evaporating as if the wind has dispersed it.

As if on cue, the fog slowly creeps over the pond, muffling the sound of the birds singing in the distance. What was once a peaceful sight of the lake is now replaced with the terrible nearer edge of the lake, now visible only a meter away. Naya’s desperate cries fill the air as she struggles to catch her breath, and I feel the same fear radiating from me.

“What the fuck?” I whisper on an exhale as I walk closer, feeling the dread sink its claws into me and threatening to drag me under the surface, too.

The air is filled with exotic rustles, yet there is also a vague sense of fear in the air as a chilly breeze blows through trees and reeds along the water’s edge. I don’t scare easily, but the sight before me fills me with an overwhelming sense of dread. I look around, and the fog that has descended upon the pond is so thick that it’s as if a veil of silence has been draped over the area, smothering the once lively pond. It is full of death, giving a macabre feeling, and the sight is too grotesque even for me because it isn’t any ordinary deathbed.

Perhaps this is the monster who performed this act, drifting and ghosting as it pounces in the air and dangles from it. There is no escape from the fog that clings to everything as it devours us into a black hole, enclosing everything that can be enveloped in it. It doesn’t take long for my brain to register that Naya is beside me as I watch her scramble closer, her legs beginning to wade in the cold water as it seeps through.

“What are you doing?” I hiss and attempt to reach for her arm but fail as she leans closer to whatever occupies the pond.

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