“It hurts a little, but I love it. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’ve never been filled like this.”
He pushes in deeper, giving me more. I can feel every inch of him, the raised silver veins rubbing my walls, and finally he’s fully seated, buried to the hilt. My eyes roll back in my head at the sensation, and I fall against the table. I can’t hold myself up anymore. I go limp, overwhelmed by the fullness, and my body trembles around him like I’m breaking into a fever.
Zeth pulls out slowly, and the drag of his cock is exquisite. I whimper at the loss, my pussy trying to grip him and keep him inside. He pushes back in with a steady thrust and sets a slow, measured pace. Each thrust is controlled, and I just lie there and revel in every sensation.
I hear him grunt with effort and pleasure, and the sound makes me clench around him. He reaches down and grips my thighs, then pushes my knees farther apart, opening me wider. The cuffs at my ankles clink as the chains pull taut, and I’m spread completely. I can’t close my legs even slightly.
Zeth starts fucking me faster and harder. His control is slipping, and I can feel it. The measured pace becomes frantic, desperate, and each thrust drives deeper. He hits something inside me that makes me see stars, and I understand that he can’t hold back anymore, that he’s giving in to his own need and hunger.
“Please... please... yes... don’t stop... give me everything you’ve got... harder... yes, yes... so close... I’m so close... come inside me. I need to feel you come inside me.”
I sound so desperate, I barely recognize myself.
“You feel amazing. So tight. So perfect.” He punctuates each praise with a thrust. “Such a good girl. Taking all of me. You’re perfect. I love your body. I love everything about you.”
The praise makes me moan louder. It makes me want to be everything he says I am.
I’m delirious, not even aware that the pressure is building to concerning heights. I come with a scream and almost faint. My pussy spasms around him, and I can feel him swelling inside me, then pulsing. Hot liquid floods my pussy as he comes, pump after pump, filling me. The sensation of him coming prolongs my own orgasm, and I’m crying out, barely coherent.
When he finally stills, I’m boneless. Destroyed. I lift my head weakly to look down between my legs, and I see dark liquid dripping from my pussy. His cum is spilling out around the base of his cock, and there’s so much of it. More than my body can contain. The sight makes me moan.
Zeth pulls out slowly, and I shudder at the loss. I whimper, feeling his cum sliding out, warm and thick. He moves aroundto the head of the table and reaches down to touch my hair. He strokes my face with his fingers, and his touch is almost reverent.
He moves down to my breasts and cups them, thumbs circling my nipples, then leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth. He sucks on it, tongue swirling around the peak, and I shake. My body responds to him even when I think I have nothing left to give. But he moves his hand between my legs, touching my sensitized pussy, and I find that I’m ready to go again.
His fingers find my clit. He spreads his own cum across my pussy, using it as lubricant, and the feel of his seed being rubbed into my skin is insane. He smears it up across my stomach too, marking me with it, then focuses on my clit again. He rubs quickly with slick fingers, and the pressure and speed are perfect. My body tenses, another orgasm building impossibly fast. I come with a strangled cry, unable to form words. My pussy clenches and pushes out more of his cum.
I go limp when it passes and close my eyes, utterly exhausted. I can’t move. I can barely think.
Zeth uncuffs my wrists first, then my ankles. My limbs feel heavy and useless, like they don’t belong to me anymore. He lifts me from the table, cradling me against his chest, and carries me to the floor. He sits and settles me in his lap, holding me close, one arm around my back, his other hand stroking my hair. I lean against him, feeling safe and protected, and I never want him to let go.
But the exhaustion I feel is unnatural. I’m tired after sex normally, but this is different. I can barely keep my eyes open, and my body feels heavier by the second. I struggle to focus and stay conscious, and it feels wrong.
I try to look up at Zeth, but my head lolls.
“Why am I so tired? What’s happening?” I mumble, words slurring.
Zeth tenses at that.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
He tries to push me away and create distance, but I cling to him. My fingers grip his arms weakly, and I don’t understand why he’s apologizing.
“I’m hungry. I started feeding off you. I didn’t mean to.”
My mind processes this slowly. He hasn’t fed properly since we’ve been together. He’s been taking only small amounts of energy throughout the day, but he hasn’t had a real feeding. He told me about it, and then I proceeded to get wrapped up in my own shit and forgot completely. And he never said anything because he doesn’t want to be an inconvenience.
“I forgot. I’m so sorry,” I say. This is my failure, not his. “Please feed. As much as you need.”
“It’s okay. I’ve been taking a little each day. I didn’t want to burden you.”
“No. You need a proper feed before tomorrow. Who knows what will happen. You need to be strong and focused.”
I can’t have him weakened because I forgot to take care of him.
“Okay. If you’re sure.”
He leans down and kisses me on the lips. My eyes flutter closed as our mouths meet, and the kiss is soft and tender. His lips move against mine slowly, exploring, and I kiss him back with what little energy I have left.
