Page 17 of The Other Side

Gods, why do I want this? Why do I want her?

Her first hand exposed my breast as she played with it, tugging at my hardened nipple as the second touched my aching center, gently caressing it, her fire gently burning my swollen clit. All I could do was gasp and moan, my body leaning into her as I reluctantly surrendered to her touch, to her love.

“Please,” I whispered, her eyes meeting mine as my head fell back into her. She watched me react to her touch, our eyes locked. More fingers joined her as she parted my walls and teased my painfully swollen clit, rubbing and flicking it as I jolted in response. “Please,” I whimpered, gently swaying further into her touch.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t think of this before. Many times over the years, I had caught myself envisioning the two of us tangled together, haunted by this unknown desire for her. I never imagined the day would come that she would slither into my room and relieve me of my deep, dark secret, but here we were. And even though I knew what I was doing was wrong, that being with Cypress was dangerous—it was all I wanted. I didn’t love her, but Idesiredher. And now, having her here, desiring me back, I fucking wanted her, more than I had ever wanted another. And with that very thought, she broke me.

“Don’t stop.” Cypress’ cloudy hellfire eyes flashed as she inserted a finger into my now dripping pussy. My mouth widened as my breathing hitched, her own mouth crushing to mine, consuming my air as she drowned me with her kisses. Her finger moved faster, a second joining as she thrusted deeper. I moved further into her, wanting to dissolve into her flesh. Her free hand gripped my breasts, grunted as she squeezed so hard, it ached.

Cypress’ shadows replaced her hand and pulled my nightdress further and gripped my bare breasts, playing with them with her hand dragged up my sternum and took hold of my neck. She forced my face closer as she burrowed her tonguedown my throat and gagged me, shoving her fingers deeper. Her speed quickened as my pelvis moved with her, grinding harder against her hand. My arms reached back, gripping her thighs as I steadied myself. We moved together as she fingered me, my body surrounded by her hazy darkness. Loud moans and steamy grunts filled the room as the temperature rose. Her shadows spread my legs further, allowing her more room as she moved faster and faster. My body began to tighten, my nerves firing across my skin as I began to constrict around her. I tried to push back, to fight my urges and live in this moment longer, but it was difficult. She felt so good inside me. The way she caressed my nipples with her shadows and kissed my gapping mouth, her fingers fucking me like I’d never been fucked—it was all perfect. Too perfect. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to stay here, locked away in our own little world of darkness to be fucked by the goddess of death until my heart could take no more.

“No,” I cried. My chest tightened, my orgasm building too quickly. “No, not yet.” Cypress ran her tongue along the side of my neck, tasting me. “Please.” I tried to force my pleasure back.

“You’re so close, my pet. So very close.” Her hot words burned my skin as her thumb rubbed my clit. “Don’t be shy. Soak me in your desires.” She thrusted her fingers deeper with such aggression, I gasped and lightly cried out. “Show me just how much you love the touch of a god.My touch.” She thrusted again and again, each with more pressure and force until my constraints completely snapped.

I nearly screamed, gasping and moaning as I began to climax, soaking her hand. The walls of my aching pussy squeezed and contracted around her as she refused to let up, dragging my orgasm out. Our bodies ground together, the two of us completely lost in one another as I continued to come, completely lost in her godly presence. My heart nearly gave out as I tried to breathe, my vision blurring, my orgasm slowinguntil it faded away. Magic sparked from my hands as I was overrun with emotions.

“Cypress,” I moaned, my body limp as I fell into her grasp, gasping for air. My head began to spin as the room wobbled. “What—” Her fingers slowly pulled from my soaked pussy.

She lifted them to her mouth, her tongue licking my wetness from her skin as I blinked, feeling light headed. Before I knew it, I was laying in my bed on my back, and Cypress was between my legs on her knees. She grinned, those fire eyes watching me as she lifted my nightdress, her tongue extending and pushing through my slit. Her hot, wet touch caused my back to arch as I gripped the sheets and moved into her. The room began to spin as her head dropped and her mouth met my center, her lips kissing my clit before pressing her tongue through my lower lips and into my drenched pussy. I pushed against her, rubbing into her face as she snaked deeper, my body sensitive from coming already. I moaned and whimpered as my orgasm quickly returned and the room blurred, lost in how she made me feel. Cypress continued to consume me, moaning into my body as I cried out. Lightning flashed in the dark room as my body twitched and flooded with another heavenly orgasm.

Gods save me.

It was too much. Too fucking good. I felt as though I was stuck in a lust-filled fever dream, lost in this warped reality. I couldn’t tell if I was in heaven or hell, shadows and fire surrounding me as things began to spin out of control. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. No sound. No scream. Nothing except my ongoing orgasm.

“Iris-Marie.” My name was whispered from her altered voice as I gasped.

My body shot from the bed, ripping me from the thick, sensational moment. I had to blink a few times before I realized I was in my room—alone. No Cypress, just myself. I looked downto see my nightdress undisturbed, my sheet as it was when I fell asleep.

“It—it was just a dream,” I breathed with questioning relief. “Just a dream.” My hand pressed against my sweaty forehead as I tried to catch my breathing and calm myself, my body still slightly excited. Something small flickered, pulling my attention as I noticed a second candle on my nightstand. It was a slender, pitch black candle lit with a single blue flame.

Cypress.

The color drained from my face as my stomach sank. I glanced around the room, searching for any sign of her, but there was none, aside from the candle. I quickly scrambled from my bed and tried to blow the blue flame out. It swayed but remained bright, its flame untouchable. Absolute fear flushed along my cheeks as I rushed from my room, the feeling of something watching me pressing against my back.

It wasn’t real. It wasn’t fucking real.I kept repeating the phrase to myself, trying to convince myself of the words.It wasn’t real.My body felt her touch, remembered the way she felt inside me, her tongue meeting my center.No, stop it!I tried to force the lust-filled dream from my mind.It wasn’t real.

Chapter

Seven

IRIS-MARIE

The store bell jingled as I entered, the sun barely risen as I stepped inside my shop. The heavy smell of something burning hit my nostrils as I crossed the threshold. Smoke filled the entire building, gagging me as I searched for the source.

“Tuft!” I shouted. “Tuft!” I followed a thin, smokey trail as it reached the kitchen, a cloud of burning tang smacking me in the face as I turned the corner, my eyes burning.

“Iris! You’re back!” Tuft grinned, holding a cast iron skillet with something resembling food once upon time. The mystery thing now was black and shriveled to basically nothing. He waved his hand in a small attempt to push the smoke out through the kitchen window while Bastien watched, grumbling in annoyance. “Oh, come on, it can’t be that bad.” It took me a minute to notice he was shirtless, wearing one of my more feminine aprons. His pale chest was equally as scarred as his face and arms.

What happened to you?Tuft noticed my expression.

“Is it really that bad?” I rolled my eyes and rushed to him. My hand snatched the skillet and tossed the heavy thing in the sink, immediately blasting it with cold water. The mix of hot and coldcreated a loud hiss as it steamed and cooled the pan. “What the hell were you trying to do? Burn the whole place down?” I turned to look at him through a thin layer of smoke, my brows furrowed in frustration.

“I was only trying to make breakfast. I felt bad for how things ended last night and wanted to make it up to you.” His head fell as he hid behind his hair.

For such a strong looking man, he really is so easily defeated. What could’ve happened to make him so docile? What did Cypress do to him?

With a loud sigh, My hands gripped the side of the sink as I lowered my head. Tuft was only trying to help—to be nice. It wasn’t his fault. None of this was.

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