I moaned and then yelped, the sound echoing in the open space when he sat back and jerked my hips up to his face until just my shoulders and head were touching the ground.
He pressed his nose against my clit and breathed in. “Mmm, delicious. Scream for me again. Beg me to stop.”
I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but his tongue surged back inside me, cutting off my words and replacing them with a loud moan. One of his hands was splayed over my pelvis and lower belly, his thumb stroking my clit in time with his tongue’s movements, while his other arm wrapped firmly acrossmy stomach to keep me up off the floor. I could do nothing but tighten my legs around his head and take it.
The second orgasm slammed into me like a tidal wave, drowning me in hot pleasure so acute I couldn’t even moan, my mouth falling open on a silent scream. Rathal didn’t stop, just kept up the same steady pace, unrelenting, pushing past the overly sensitive phase and straight into another orgasm.
“Oh my god, Rathal! Please!”
His tongue left me. I groaned in near relief and heard a sharp clicking noise. My eyes widened at the savageness of his smile just before he sunk two thick fingers into me. The stretch stung, the pressure felt overwhelming and when his tongue lapped at my clit at the same moment he started moving his fingers in and out my eyes rolled back and I came again, lifting my hips as high as I could to force his fingers deeper. He obliged me, thrusting hard and keeping them pressed high inside me, curling them along the sensitive ridges while I spasmed around him.
His chuckle was pure sin. “Again, my prize. Let's see how much you can take.”
“Oh god.”
He pulled his fingers out, and slowly sank in all three. “We’ve been over this, darling. My name is Rathal. Say it for me, so I know you remember it.” He withdrew and thrust in again. “Do as I say, Callie,” he growled, pressing his fingers hard inside for emphasis.
“Rathal!”
He hissed and pumped his hand faster. “That’s it. Again.”
“Rathal, please!”
“Good girl.”
His tongue circled my clit once, twice, before settling against it and undulating in a firm but fast wave rhythm while he fucked me hard with his fingers.
Fiery pressure built, the heat starting low in my womb and spreading outward in a wave that I knew was going to suck me under until I drowned. Panic crawled up my spine and I struggled to free myself from the onslaught. Rathal’s arm around my waist tightened, holding me high against him.
My blood rushed in my ears, drowning out my moans and pleas for mercy. Rathal growled low in satisfaction, and I broke. A wail tore up my throat and burst out of me, echoing around us as pleasure exploded in a gush of liquid I felt trickling down my ass and back. Rathal moaned against my skin, the sound a deep bass that reverberated through me, joining with my orgasm and drawing it out until I collapsed, my body spent, Rathal the only thing holding me up.
He withdrew his fingers and tongue, letting my ass slide down his body until my hips touched the floor.
“Very good, Callie,” he praised, coming to loom over me, bracing his weight with one arm, his hand next to my shoulder. My breathing was still fast, and when his smile stretched wide my heart skipped a beat. “But I’m afraid I know you can do better.”
Oh dear god. What did I get myself into?
The hot hard head of his cock nudged against my soaking entrance. My stomach dropped and goose bumps spread over my skin. We’d fucked so many times already, but it was always in a frenzy, always when both of us were out of control. This was different.
“Deep breath, darling,” he murmured, and pressed forward slowly, but unrelentingly. The burn was exquisite. Heavy, impossible pressure plunged me into a sort of haze, all of my being focused on my pussy and Rathal’s conquest.
“Fuck but you are tight. Poor little human, you were not made to accommodate gods. No matter, we will just have to forge our own path, won’t we?”
The rough half growled words were mocking and he punctuated his statement by withdrawing nearly completely and then thrusting back in, forcing me to take him, splitting me in half, remaking me.
I shuddered, my eyes squeezed tightly shut and raised my hips to meet him, desperate for the unending pressure to end but unwilling to stop. My skin was slick with sweat, my breath came in fast pants. I felt like a ticking bomb primed to explode, the heat building and building where we were joined. With every inch he edged me closer. The height I was climbing was impossible and I was terrified of the drop but so eager for it in the same breath. The push and pull of fear and anticipation had me twisting under him, my moans turning into desperate whimpers that Rathal shushed softly.
“Easy. Nearly there. Here, let me just…” he rose up, grabbing me by my hips in an iron but gentle grip and lifted me until my legs draped over his thighs and my pelvis was angled up for deeper penetration. The satisfied hum that escaped his throat had my eyes opening so I could see his dark muscular form, made more dramatic by the low lighting over his collection. He was a hulking shadow god between my legs, the white of his fangs gleaming in contrast as he bared them at me in a self-satisfied grin.
“That’s it, wife, watch me take you and make you mine all over again,” he commanded harshly, dark laughter sinking into my skin. He bowed over me, his hips surging forward and the pressure exploded as he buried himself until our hips met with a dull slap.
Rathal huffed a breath, staring at where I was stretched around him, his eyes like two hot coals in the dark. “Now that is a sight that belongs in a museum.” He tilted his head back and groaned, pressing harder into me, grinding us together. “Better and better each time. You feel so good, Callie.” He pulled out andpushed back in a slow glide that had us moaning in unison. “So good. I am undone.” He pulled in a deep breath and looked back down at me, the muscles on his arms flexing rigid like corded steel under velvet fur. His grip on my hips tightened until it flirted on the edge of pain. “Forgive me for this. Yet again, my control is waning,” he exhaled.
It was all the warning I was given before hemoved. It was not gentle or slow. He powered into me in hard thrusts, his teeth bared as he used his hands on my hips to jerk me into him in forceful counter thrusts that rattled my teeth. I smacked my palms hard against the cool floor for stability and held on for dear life.
The slow fire he’d been building exploded into an inferno, heat infused my veins as the pressure peaked. I tensed, every muscle rigid, waiting for the fall that didn’t come. It just kept building. Pressure and heat climbing every time he bottomed out until the only sounds I could utter were desperate cries formore, for it to end, for him not to stop.
He laughed, dark and sinful, rutting into me. “Yes. That’s right. Beg me. Beg for your pleasure.”
