He didn’t.
And then I was screaming, my voice unrecognisable in my own ears, my climax sweeping me off my feet and thrusting me into an endless ripple of electricity. My spine arched off the bed, my hands unmoving, muscles clenched in involuntary spasms. My body folded and shook and then folded again beneath the relentless, greedy strokes.
“Yes, Sanora. Come on my cock. I want to know what you feel like coming around my cock.”
The image of his face hovered behind my lids and drove me harder into the sensation until I had nothing left but the two of us and the rhythm that took us.
“Good girl, now give me another one.”
I shook my head, dizzy and barely acquainted with my own limbs as my pussy clenched and unclenched like it had its own heartbeat, trying to regain shape.
“More, more, Sanora,” he insisted.
I shook my head again, teary and gasping even as I knew I wouldn’t last long. In two minutes or less, he would have me breaking apart again.
Thrax let go of my hips and hooked his arms under my thighs, hauling my legs up and lining them against his chest and over his shoulders without losing pace. He wrapped his arms around my knees as he fucked me, each thrust angling into parts of me that hadn’t been touched before.
Outside the window, creatures wailed. Inside, all that existed was the drum of him and the furnace of my body.
Suddenly, I felt his finger press down to my clit, circling frantically while his cock still fucked me senseless. The combination was cruel and perfect.
“Oh fuck, too much, Thrax,too much.” A high, helpless sound left me as I squirmed against the invisible hold that pinned my hands over my head. His finger only moved faster, more demanding, as if to tell me there was no such thing as too much with him.
“Come for me again. Scream my name and come for me. Let them hear you in the skies,” he ordered, and my body answered.
My pussy clamped down so fiercely on him that he released a deep grunt in response. I begged and screamed and begged some more, my breath ragged.
He pulled out before I was even done climaxing, making me gasp at the sudden emptiness he left behind. My walls tightened reflexively, aching with the memory of him. There was no doubt I’d be feeling him for days and weeks to come.
Thrax looped his arms under my thighs and turned me over with a single flip so my chest hit the bed, my hands finally free from the awful, lovely restraint. He spanked me and said, “Kneel.”
I would, but I couldn’t move. My body was jelly, bones like water as I panted, trying to fill my lungs with air.
But then, Thrax slid his hand under my waist, hauling me up onto my knees and tipping my upper body down until I rested on my elbows.
He didn’t wait for me to settle—he simply used the position to take me with no warning, thrusting into me fast while I still struggled to catch my breath.
The new angle cut deeper, hit places he’d been grazing earlier and now found full-on. But my body was bending and reshaping to fit Thrax just well.
“Please, please, please.” I didn’t know what I was begging for, but I loved that I was even begging and he wasn’t answering.
The sound of our skin slapping was nearly not heard under another loud clap of thunder in the sky. My hands curled into the sheet, my body a mess of sweats as he thrust in over and over again, listening to none of my pleadings.
My mouth opened and shut around ragged breaths. He pushed, I broke, and both of us resurrected from the wreckage.
And before I knew it, another climax was approaching, quick and inevitable. “Come with me, Thrax. Please come with me,” I begged the only god I knew in the room.
“I’m right fucking behind you, sweetheart.”
It was then it dawned on me that we were not using any sort of protection, and as much as I wanted to feel Thrax’s cum shooting inside me, it wasn’t really a soothing idea to be pregnant with his child. Seeing his own child grow and die might be his worst heartache...unless the curse also affected his generation?
Either way, I wasn’t ready for that. Not yet—
The wave hit and I...just lost my mind. Again.
He pulsed inside me, heavy and thick, grips tight on my hips as his own orgasm thundered through him. He held himself from spilling inside me, driving a few ragged thrusts before a guttural grunt ripped from his chest as he pulled out, physically hurt that he had to do that. My pussy clenched desperately around emptiness, aching, already mourning the loss of him filling me to the brim.
The sound of his fist working his cock followed, then came his deep, feral, near-animal sound as his hot cum splattered across my skin, streaking lower, warm rivers spilling down my back. My body reacted instantly, heat spiralling, my cunt clamping hard on nothing, greedy for what I’d just been denied.
