Page 17 of Eternal Sacrifice
“If you like that, you’ll love my thick cock, pet.”
His words caused another round of tremors to run through my body. I pushed back against the thrust of his fingers, plunging them deeper inside me. It was his turn to groan, and a rush of thrill and power swept through me, knowing that I had affected him too.
“Beg for it.”
The words swirled through my mind, setting a fire inside me as a low ache started between my thighs. His grip tightened around my throat as if he didn’t want a vocal answer. I whimpered instead, arching my back to push my ass out.
His fingers pulled free from me, exposing me to the cold air while I felt the jerky movements as he popped the button off his pants. A moment later, his hand returned, his fingers spreading my folds before the spongy tip of a giant cock swiped through, lining up with my entrance. He used his hand to get into position, but stopped as I held my breath and waited for the intrusion I shouldn’t have wanted.
I felt pressure on my neck, this time not squeezing but pulling. It wasn’t enough to physically move my body backward. Still, it was enough of a suggestion to understand I had more begging to do. I followed the only strategy I could find, whimpering against his hand. He responded by pulling me once more, this time more forcefully, and I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance.
It would only take a little more, and the head would slip inside me, and I pulsed at the thought. I needed his thick cock to stretch me wide and take away this painful ache swirling inside me like a feral animal.
“How badly do you need my cock?” He growled, and I felt a hand snake around to slip between my legs and start to run tight circles around my clit. His cock still sat teasingly at my entrance while the urge to have him inside me intensified and swelled.
A desperate need filled me, and I pushed my ass back away from the assault of his fingers, forcing the tip of his cock inside me. A moan dragged from my lips, and I bowed to look down at the forest floor in shame. I shouldn’t want this, but nothing in the world could make me stop now. My ass pushed back again, and I reveled in the burning sensation of his massive cock stretching me wide.
Fuck whoever says wanting this is wrong.
His fingers resumed their teasing of my clit, but this time he shoved his cock inside me with a sharp thrust. My mouth opened in a silent scream as he buried himself in me. He filled me completely, but it still wasn’t enough.
I was spared the indignity of pleading as he started to pull from me slowly, only to return with a sharp thrust. His fingers continued their assault between my legs, pulling me further into the abyss. The tree’s rough bark scraped against my skin, but pleasure and pain melted into one. As I steadily climbed higher, towards an orgasm that I feared would bulldoze me like a crashing wave, his hand squeezed around my throat.
Panic built inside me, along with a patronizing voice inside my mind reminding me this is what I get for acting like a whore. It made every thrust of his cock that much more delicious, twisting everything into an erotic war between fear and freedom.
Just as I predicted, the orgasm that crashed into me was as powerful as a tsunami wave. All the air from my lungs was bottled under his grip, and darkness edged my vision while my body exploded around his cock. I could feel my walls fluttering against him. My body begged him to come inside me, not needing my voice.
His hips snapped to deliver one last deep thrust before I felt the pulsing of his cock as he spilled his release deep inside me. He growled into the back of my neck before releasing his hold.
I pulled air into my lungs, forcing it out a moment later to grab for another deep pull. If only to reassure my burning lungs that they were free to breathe again. My entire body took on a low tremor, and I knew I would collapse if he let go of me.
Myeyesopenedasslits against the stark white light, and it took my mind a moment to process where I was. Justice’s Dungeon. In Hell.
Justice.
When I opened my eyes fully, I was met with Justice’s familiar swirling green eyes. He grinned, proudly displaying two sharp, elongated fangs. I realized he had been a vampire in the fantasy.
“Just wait until I tell Jace you secretly want to be a vampire,” I said, raising my eyebrows as I teased him.
“We were inside your mind, pet. You created the whole show. I was just along for the ride. But I’m thrilled to know you want to be overpowered more often, little fox.” He reached out with his hand to trace a line down the column of my throat. Wisps of arousal floated through my body as if remnants from the fantasy had come to show me that my desire remained in the real world.
“I’m more powerful than you,” I reminded him as my eyes slid closed to bask in the fleeting thrill of powerlessness. “That’s why it’s a fantasy.” I sighed, opening my eyes once more. I was met with a look of complete understanding from Justice.
“Ready to go back to the palace, Fox?”
“Let’s go.” I motioned with my head toward the door that had reappeared. Even Hell said it was time to get back home.
It was the middle of the night when we returned to Justice’s room, bypassing the bed and immediately settling in the nest of blankets and pillows beside the fireplace. Hellfire danced, casting a flickering glow around the room. At the same time, I snuggled into Justice’s chest, feeling the steady beating of his heart.
Steady and constant, like his love for me.
Jax
Icouldn’tsleep.
I tossed and turned alone in my bed for half the night.
Fucking alone.
