"Please,Eamon?" she mewls, her wetness soaking me the longer she teases usboth. "Please let me have it. Ineedyou.Allof you."
"Baby," my hips move with hers, not able to keep still any longer with how good she feels. "Ican't."
A frustrated whine leaves her lips, her definitely playing it up to send me into outer-fucking-space with her desperation. "Why not?"
Just tell her. It's not a big deal.
"I haven't—" I clear my throat, feeling ridiculous and embarrassed, "I haven't been with anyone like that."
A wicked, sordid laugh radiates in my ear as Isla stops her movements. "You're gonna let me take your monster's virginity."
The finality in her tone, the lilting way she says it...fuck, yeah, she's probably right. A small measure of humiliation clogs my throat, the idea that I'm still somehow a fucking virgin utterly ridiculous. But it's the onlyfirstI have left, and it belonging to Isla feels right, somehow.
"Tell me you haven't imagined it," she taunts. "Try to tell me you haven't thought about how fucking good it'll be when you make me come on that giant cock. Struggling to take it. Crying from how fucking full I feel."
Of course, I have—fuck.
A growl builds in my chest, my patience waning. One way or another, I have about thirty seconds before I slam her down on the bed and fill her body with something. My tongue, my dick, my whole fucking hand, I really don't know, but something.
"Tell me," she repeats, pulling on my lobe with her teeth. "Open that pretty mouth and lie to me."
Her echoing my words from however many weeks ago makes me feel like a caged animal, only barely holding onto this semblance of humanity. Even before I open my eyes, I know everything around me will be colored in scarlet when I do. Blood roars in my ears, the pounding of both of our hearts my favorite symphony.
When I do make myself look at her, her expression is taunting, but the pink in her cheeks and hunger in her eyes is unmistakable.
I don't bother lying. "Of course I've thought about it. I've imagined you choking on it, soaking it with saliva and your beautiful tears. Then I've fantasized about sliding it between your legs, gathering all the wetness you love to give me." She licks her lips, staring at my mouth as I confess. "And only when it's dripping wet from your spit and your slick, with precum falling from the tip, would I give it to you. I'd lay you flat on your back, bend you in fucking half, and force you to watch as that greedy cunt swallows every inch."
She frantically nods, her lips wobbling and brows furrowing at the filthy picture I've painted for her.
"I've even imagined the very likely scenario that it'll rip your pretty pussy, soaking my dick further with the sweet scarlet of your blood." Now, her jaw drops. "I've fucked my fist to images of my blood-slicked cock disappearing inside you over and over, making you a mess of blood and cum while you fucking cry and beg for mercy, unable to do anything but come screaming. I want to fuck you with it so mercilessly, so violently that you pass outandI can keep fucking into your unconscious, still orgasming, body."
Her lips smash against mine, her grip on my wrists tightening while she holds me in place, the fantasy of the harm I coulddo to her, turning her into a frenzied, wild thing. I chase her mouth with mine, moaning as I swipe my tongue against hers, scrambling to keep up with her. She finally releases my hands, burying her fingers into my hair roughly to keep my face firmly in placewhileshe assaults my mouth with her own.
My hands land roughly on her thighs, moving up and taking the shirt with me until I can cradle her bare hips in my hands, my fingers digging into the soft flesh there as she whimpers, pain and pleasure clouding her mind.
I've told her exactly what I want, how I imagine destroying her body, and yet she begs for it with her frantic movements and too-hard grip.
But I can't fucking do it to her. Even though I know we'll both come harder than should even be possible, the aftermath and pain she would be in wouldn't be worth the momentary pleasure.
"Isla," I pant against her mouth, "It's not happening."
"Please," is the only thing she says before continuing the onslaught, trying to empty my head of everything but the fantasies of the disgusting, terrible things I want to do to her.
"No," the word pains me more than she'll ever know, but I can't.
"No?" she repeats, like the word tastes as terrible in her mouth as it did in mine.
I almost whimper fromthe effort ofredirecting her from what we both want. "Can we compromise?"
"Is this a negotiation?" she giggles, her huffs of laughter brushing against my lips.
"No," a grin pulls at my mouth. "It's a compromise.I'mgoing to change into my bigger form."
"Yes," she moans, nodding languidly.
"Thenyou'regoing to swing this ass," I swat her buttcheek, gripping it roughly, "Around and sit it on my face and I'll fill your pretty pussy with my big tongue. I'm gonna bury the whole thinginside you so I can taste every inch, revel in the flavor of all our shared orgasms still deep within your body."
"Jesus Christ, your mouth is filthy," she seems drunk on my words, mirroring exactly how I feel when I think of what she's going to taste like coming wrapped around my tongue.
