Squeezing her eyes closed, she nods. Truthfully, I could spank her little cunt all night and never tire of it, but I need so badly to be buried inside her. One more, then I’ll rut into her right here.
I gently circle her clit again, swirling all her wetness against it. She’s so goddamn slippery and hot I’m going to come before I can even sink fully inside her. I groan and bite into her neck again, trying to regain control of my body.
“Oh, Fritz,” she pleads, reaching the same level of madness I feel rising within me.
I slap a palm over her mouth, and her eyes widen, “You’re so fucking perfect, Bel. But you already know that, don’t you? Working me with that devious mouth,” I put more pressure against her clit, pushing her body higher, “Swallowing me into your throat— fuck— felt so good.” My palm against her face grows claws, the blackness trying to swirl up my arm. “Finger fucking Caspian’s ass and making us both scream for you. You love that shit, don’t you?”
Her muffled cry shakes against my hand, her whole body rocking erratically against my hand, “You love knowing how desperate we are for you? How we’d give anything, doanythingfor just a taste of this pussy?” She whimpers against my hand, trying to nod.She’s so close.I slow her heart rate to keep her from falling apart too soon.
“Yeah?” I tease again. She whimpers into my palm, eyes wide from the need to come without being able to. “Yeah, you do. But right now, you’remydesperate little slut, aren’t you?”
I uncover her face, letting her release a breathy “Yes.”
“Tell me something, slut,” I urge, “When I spank your sopping cunt again, you gonna gush all over my fucking hand?”
She gasps at my vulgar taunt, “Fritz!”
“Tell me,” I repeat.
“I- yes, yes,” she chants, so close to the precipice her words are sharp cries.
Grabbing her jaw once more, I order, “Good. Now fucking watch while you do.”
I slap between her legs again, harder than before, cupping my hand against her. Letting go of the hold on her heart rate, I force her over the edge into oblivion. She screams out her release, drenching my hand and the floor. I roughly rub her clit back and forth to prolong her pleasure, dragging it out as long as possible. The wet sounds of her finding sweet release and the song she sings just for me make me utterly feral, growling at the sight of her lost in her bliss.
When she can take no more, she tries to push my hand away from her dripping center. I release a dark laugh at how helpless she seems right now, “Are you alright, my Songbird? You sang so sweetly for me. Are you certain you can take any more?”
While I am teasing her, it’s also important to me to check in and make sure that she’s okay. She’s had so many orgasms since we’ve moved her here that I would not be surprised if her body can’t take anymore. She’s only mortal, after all.
Can mortals die from too many orgasms?
No.
Right?
“I-” she begins through her panting breaths, turning to face me, “am just fine. That was incredible.” Her praise sends delight running down my spine. With a smile, I place a gentle kiss against her pouty lips, red and bruised from her biting them while trying to keep quiet.
“Youwere incredible,” I respond. “Have I told you how much I love pleasuring you?”
“Once or twice,” she blushes, wrapping her good hand around my neck and pulling me in for a wicked kiss, sucking on my tongue before releasing me and folding her arms across her chest. “Can I please have you now? How many times will you make me ask before you fuck me?”
I tap my chin with a finger, “Once more?”
“Please fuck me,” she deadpans. I grin down at her, loving every second of this game we’re playing.
“Try again. With more feeling,” I insist, gesturing for her to go on.
For a moment, she narrows her eyes, considering an argument. But instead, she does something that has my mouth going dry at the sight.
She drops to her knees and stares up, softening her eyes and looking up at me through her lashes. She clings to my legs, practically rubbing herself against them to feign desperation. I know full well she’s playing a part to get what she wants butfuck, I’m powerless against her. I’m utterly entranced by her movements, her pleading expression.
She starts tugging on the waistband of my pants, begging in earnest, “Please fuck me, Fritz. Bury that big cock inside me.” She slowly stands, letting her tits graze the whole front of me on the way up. “Ineedit. I need you to split me open with it. Shove it inside me and ride me into the bed until I’m scream-”
I cut off her words with my hands in her hair, and my tongue shoved between her teeth. It’s definitely closer to its monstrous size than its mortal one, but she seems only emboldened by the change, taking every bit of me like it’s a challenge to be conquered.
I yank her head back, forcing her to look into the black pits of my eyes once more, “Strip me. Now.”
She frantically pulls at my pants, trying to yank them down with my fingers still buried in her hair. I give her the littlest bit of slack to pull them down, freeing me from the confines.
