Page 14 of Eternal Sacrifice
I reached out to slide my fingers against her much cooler skin, caressing their way across her cheek until they weaved into her hair. I gripped tight, holding her in place before crashing my lips against hers as I was overtaken by the urge to immediately taste her on my tongue.
Can’t breathe without your lungs, can you?
I didn’t bother gently asking for permission this time, forcing her lips to part with my tongue and plunging inside. She met me with ravenous hunger. It didn’t matter that we hadn’t made it into the building yet. We could stand in the faint glow of the desolate, decaying sidewalk, entangled in each other for eternity.
“I thought you wanted to go to the dungeon,” my fox breathed, pulling back momentarily before getting sucked right back in.
I pushed her back against the crumbling stone building I had loved more than anything before she came into my life. Bearing down on her, I caged her in, and she wrapped her leg over my hip. I settled in between her thighs, my hard cock pressing against her.
I hoped she knew it had been hard since the moment she walked into my room.
I pressed her into the rough stone wall and battled against the urge to take her against it. My fucking fox and her tempting ways.
“Fuck.” I sighed before ripping away from her lips and glancing down the soft curve where her shoulder met her neck. I could see the steady pulse of her heart beating, pushing powerful blood through her veins. The rapid pace suggested she felt the same way I did. “You and walls, pet. I just can’t seem to resist.”
Her skin flushed, bringing a dusty pink color to the surface that reminded me of the sunsets on Earth. The very magic of the universe was woven into her, and it shined just as brilliantly. Bold in its declaration of supremacy. She held my loyalty and awe until the very universe ended.
I backed off a fraction of an inch, seeming to leave part of myself with her as I took a steadying breath. At least the voices were finally silent, as my mind was too occupied with all the ideas running through it. I had no idea where I wanted to start with my fox.
She reached out, fingers caressing my skin as she entangled them with mine. We held hands as she started to drag me toward my dungeon. It refocused me, and I regained control, pulling her through the doorway and into the crumbling concrete building.
Our feet made soft, steady drums against the floor, echoing off the walls like a forgotten tribal beat. We made our way to the rectangular hole leading to the magical room I called my dungeon. The names and blood of the demons I have tortured in that room still clung to the stark white walls. Or at least they did, in my mind. But all my fox would see is sterile white.
My cock twitched.
“Fuck it,” I growled, stopping to yank my fox against my body.
Her fragile restraint snapped with mine. Her fingers weaved into my hair, tangling, while mine ran across her skin. Our lips met like an explosion of fireworks, scrambling any remaining thoughts.
I drowned in her.
We managed to make it into my dungeon somehow. Our feet shuffled as we stumbled into the room. Unwilling, unable to let the other go. I could hear the door shut, sealing us inside and away from the rest of Hell.
Her tongue danced with mine as she moved us further into the room. The back of my thighs hit the slab where my victims typically lay. Her palm came to rest against my chest, pushing lightly as she encouraged me to get up on the table.
I pulled away from the taste of her lips, forcing some distance as my hands rested atop the flat surface, and I hauled myself up at her request. The emotions leaking from her shield revealed a slight surprise that I had obeyed, but my fox should have known by now that I would cut off my own hands if I thought it would make her smile.
“Did you want to do some cutting, Fox?”
Her hands wandered lower, brushing across the black fabric of my pants.
“Do not burn these ones,” I said sternly, pointing my finger to wag at her.
Her eyes went wide and innocent, fluttering her lashes as she blinked like she had no idea what I was talking about. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she cupped my hard cock through the pants I wanted to remain intact, eroding that wish with every stroke. Her tongue peeked out, swiping across her bottom lip.
My muscles tensed as I grit my teeth. Every pass of her hand made my cock jump like a dog’s tail wagging for more pats. She worked her way up slowly, teasingly, as she conducted her own torture inmydungeon. She reached for the button of my pants, popping it open before dragging the zipper’s pull down, tooth by agonizing tooth.
She didn’t destroy my pants. Yet.
Her hand reached in to pull my hard length free. She tried her best to make her fingertips touch, but I was simply too thick unless she wanted to strangle my cock to force a fit.
I was down for that, too.
She pumped up and down leisurely, while dropping her shields altogether. I felt every hint of emotion, every intention flowing from her. It was like we became one, bathing in each other’s truths. One singular entity, finally whole.
Her head ducked low, enveloping the tip of my cock with warmth as her tongue swirled around and gathered the pre-cum already weeping for her.
“Oh, fuck, Fox.” A groan slipped from my lips, tumbling into the space and into her. My hand gripped her head, forcing my cock deeper down her throat.
