It was right there on his tongue.
She paused again, like an executioner holding their axehigh.She gazed straight through him.With her hand gripping his chin, Isaacmet her eyes, opened his mouth, tried to force something out, and only manageda shaking, needful breath.
She dropped down on him with no easing or mercy, letting herheavy weight drive his erection deep inside her.The blow to his pelvis nearlyknocked the wind from his lungs.She rose back up, leaving only his headinside, and slammed down again, forcing a gasp from his throat.His visionswam, green torchlight blurring around him.He was smothered by sensation.There was an immense heat, a wetness, a slick friction, a tightening clench,all of it sliding around him so fast and strong that he almost didn’t noticeher grinning at his expressions.
And, then, he was back in his bedroom, in the roof of hisuncle’s tower.
When he was barely more than a boy, he had peered throughhis window on a silent night, watching students his age stumble down thestreet, their voices and cheers echoing through the village.He had seen agirl.He was not sure of her species, but her legs had been long, and her bodyhad curved so beautifully, and he had been pleasuring himself in the dark,consumed with questions, wondering her name, wonderingwhy he couldn’t be down there with her, wondering—
Zaria smashed down, hilting him with such force that hisback arched off the floor.She ground herself against him, back and forth,smearing and combining their fluids.With a brief shift for leverage, she beganto rise and fall at a savage pace, like a blacksmith’s anvil pounding againstthe hammer.The clap of striking flesh echoed across the chapel walls.
It was obscene.It was enchanting.
It was wet and loud.
It was almost like—
The cane flew, and white hot lines of pain seared across hisback.
His muscles ached, he could barely stand, he had cast thepurifying evocation for hours, and still it was not enough.His uncle struckagain, splitting the skin, shouting instructions, belittling his efforts,insulting everything he ever did, and still he tried, despite his anger,despite his wants, he continued to try, and the cane continued to strike—
And she lowered herself over him, almost eclipsing thelight, a breathing blanket of muscle and leather and fur.She licked him acrossthe face.He barely felt the bristling fibers on her tongue because she wasstill spearing herself onto him, practically beating his pelvis into the tiledfloor.
She raised her head, giving a drunken sigh of pleasure.Whenshe bent down to lick him again, Isaac took the opportunity to bite her tongue.
She flinched away.He spat in her face.
Zaria howled with laughter.
Half-growling, her teeth glistening green in the light, shesnapped her jaw toward his throat, wrapping his neck in a gauntlet of teeth.The impacts of her drops and thrusts were hard enough to continually bounce hisneck against the sharpened end of her canines—on a particularly vicious plunge,he felt his skin begin to puncture.More blood joined the dagger wound on hisneck.
But she was licking again, running the wet muscle over hisblood and sweat and dirt, and it was almost soothing, and the pressure on histhroat—
And he couldn’t stop the tears from falling.
There was a sharp knot in his throat, and he couldn’t wipethe wetness from the old parchment, the dim candlelight flickering as he heavedand gasped as loudly as he dared.He cried from shame, from all the feelingsand dreams he could not purge from himself, all his hopes and wants cause forpunishment and blame, but he couldn’t stop, he always wanted, he alwaysimagined, it was a burning need inside of him, a bright light shining throughhis prison bars, and now he was weeping over his studies, trying—
Her face leered above, full of breath and scars.
With a wicked grin, she intensified the pounding, raisingthe strength, doubling the frequency, every angle driving him deeper, herinsides like a hundred gripping tongues, a dull pain blurring into ecstasy withevery strike of flesh.She wanted his reaction, and he almost lost composure.After sensing his weakness, she slowed the frequency but struck even harder,each thrust as deliberate and vicious as the killing blow of a sword, and themoan escaped his lips before he could stop it.The sound piqued her ears.Shebegan to laugh, saying—
And he lay in bed, stroking himself, imagining a woman,someone he didn’t know, picturing the flirtations between them like charactersspeaking on a page, using their example to build his own dream because he hadno other reference, no real experience of soft skin and hungry eyes.
He did not know better.No one had taught him.
He would have no chance to ever experience—
In a flash, he saw Zaria in a way he hadn’t seen anyonebefore.He saw the curve of her breasts.He saw her nipples bouncing in raggedcircles.He saw the wetness between her legs, and thewounds on her arms, and the dirt on her fur, and the clench of muscles beneathher leather armor.Most of all, he could smell her.The animal musk on her bodyhad grown so thick in the air that he could almost taste it, and it feltutterly intoxicating now, burning something basic and primal inside him.
As the pleasure of an orgasm began to build, Isaac realizedhe had stopped thinking about his mission entirely.
He was going to release.It was going to be more intensethan any he had ever given himself before.Zaria saw the dawning in his eye.Immediately, she intensified her efforts, like an orchestra reaching crescendo,her thighs closing, her mouth nibbling his neck, her body pounding him evenharder than he had thought possible, as if she’d been saving her true strengthfor when he was helpless and writhing and beyond the point of no return.Thepain and pleasure and soreness and ecstasy all swirled together, rushing withspeed.
“I’m sorry!”he yelled.
He came inside her with such raw intensity that his soulseemed to leave his body.He almost went blind.Zaria pressed herself down onhis battered pelvis, grinding him deeper, and his cock spasmed and lurched likea bucking horse, all his muscles contracting as he rode an overwhelming wave ofeuphoria, spraying rope upon rope of cum until it felt as if every drop ofliquid had been utterly wrung from his flesh.When it was over, Isaac meltedinto the tiles beneath him, his skin tingling, his chest heaving withexhaustion and pain.
She waited above him, hands leaning on his shoulders, untilhe could focus on her face again.When eye contact was made, she grinned,raised herself up his length, and slammed her weight back down.
