My thick fingertip finallypopsinside her ass. I roar in satisfaction, clutching and fucking her everywhere as she bites down and howls her pleasure.
I pull my finger in her ass toward my cock, marveling at the thin wall of her body and the way she seems to go crazier beneath me. Her high-pitched moans reach a peak when I do that, and her pussy clamps around me in a way that?—
Oh fuck?—
I should?—
I need to pull out?—
But after so much teasing, both her and myself, my eyes roll back in my head as the pleasure spikes down my spine. So instead of pulling out, I thrust in, pinning her to the floor.
And then chaos erupts around us.
Just as I feel my gush spill deep inside her channel, the world drops out beneath us in a way that is far too familiar.
Wait. . . No, no, no!
I’m plane-jumping.
But somehow, oh gods! Ksenia is still in my arms, my cock deeply embedded in her as pleasure lights through me, spilling out of me. This world drops away, and we’re both—oh fuck, both?—deposited in the other plane.
TWENTY
KSENIA
My eyes are shut,and I’ve barely started coming down from the wildest and most intense pleasure of my life, clinging to Kharon.
His arms suddenly release me, his finger slipping out of my ass and his cock from my pussy. I feel him shifting above me, but I only cling tighter. I’m not ready for the moment to end as aftershocks from my intense orgasm continue to quake through my legs, making my toes flex and point.
“Ksenia,” he says, and a tense note in his voice makes me open my eyes.
Which is when I gasp and let go of him.
Because we aren’t in the dark church anymore.
No, somehow we’re outside, but it’s not snowy?—
What on earth? Sunshine?
Kharon lifts off me, and I scramble to my feet, looking up in confusion at the bright, sunny, cloudless sky. The green grass is soft as feathers beneath my feet, and a warm breeze blows against the wetness dripping between my legs.
“What is this?” I ask, stunned. I look around, not believing my eyes. It’s like some vacation paradise. Where are we? How did we?—?
“I plane jumped,” he gasps, looking around. “With you.”
“Why would you do that?”
“I d-didn’t mean to!” he scrambles, his top hands going to his head as he spins, looking around. “I’ve never traveled with anyone before. I didn’t know I could?—”
And then he swings around to look at me, and a horrified look takes over his face. “Oh no.”
“What?” I ask.
“That’s not true,” he whispers, his eyes still wide with horror. “I’ve traveled with many humans. But they do not come back.”
I think I get what he’s saying. “You mean, I— I’mdead?”
He shakes his head, a determined look on his face. “No.” And then he storms over, covering the space between us in a moment.
