"Then do it…" I finally murmur, almost drowning in a mix of conflicting feelings.
Eliano coats the tip with lube and gently presses it against my pucker.
"Okay, let’s go slow," he says, making small circles around my ring. "Now… exhale, and push your muscles out…"
I do as he tells me, the cool shape slowly and gently sliding into me. I gasp. The ultrasound probe was thinner, so this sensation feels more intense. But I deal with it, Eliano’s energy somehow makes it easier.
And then it dawns on me that I… dotrusthim. At least in that. Weird as hell. This is not me, not the old Salt who lived by thetrust-no-one-but-Senurule, and yet here I am, blindsided by it.
The movement of the dildo inside me feels too damn good. Eliano rubs that sensitive spot with every thrust. Shivers race through my body, like that knot of nerves is firing bursts of pleasure through my system.
I mumble cringy encouragement, low sounds slipping from me, and I sway my hips encouragingly.
This ball of tension inside me is finally starting to loosen, like a tight tangle I’ve carried forever is slowly coming undone. All those warnings Senu drilled into me, born from the fear of being raped and the danger of getting too close to an alpha, are finally easing up a little.
Now I start to see that the sex he told me about, the kind that was supposed to be terrifying, painful, and disgusting, isn’t like that at all!
It’s a sweet rush of losing myself and forgetting the shit around me.
Still, deep down, I’m also starting to understand what Eliano was talking about.
How awesome would it be to have sex with someone I actually give a shit about, someone who’d hold me and get me without judging.
Those thoughts stick around on one level only, because on another my body is trembling like jelly, taking each new thrust of the dildo with bliss as it hits that wonderful spot hidden inside me, a place I did not even fully check out before.
Eliano’s hand slides gently over my belly and then curls around my stiff rod, bobbing between my thighs. His other hand reaches for my nipples, lightly pinching and tugging at them, and the sensation is delicious.
I cannot take it any longer. That feeling of being close to blowing up, something inside me puffing up like a balloon and stretching, is insanely good, sending full-on tremors through my whole body. Then I know I’m at the point of no return.
A sound rips out of me as waves crash through my cock from base to tip, but not just that. My hole pulses rhythmically in sync with those same bursts.
Fuck, this orgasm is the best! Everything climbs perfectly into one blinding, white ball of pleasure.
I can barely see, but one thing is obvious. I feel something land on my ass, a warm splash. Eliano is spurting his jizz all over me! I turn and meet his gaze, hazy with pleasure, his hand clenched around his massive shaft, white drops still falling onto my skin, slowly changing into small rivulets dripping over his reddened head.
We look at each other for a moment, and I slowly flow down onto the sheet, lying flat.
However, the problem is… I want more! My hole is super sensitive, still hungry. I need him pressing me into the mattress and…
Stop.
Salt, what the hell are you doing?
This really is a game played right on the edge, and reaching the limits is not even that fun, because I can’t have more, and it leaves me thirsty.
But more of what?
It’s not only about sex.
A trap. I cannot have what I want, and at the same time it feels like by stupidly joining the game, I am… letting Senu down.
Eliano disappears into the bathroom and comes back a moment later with a small bowl of warm water.
He sits on the bed while I stay still, and slowly, gently cleans my ass, wiping my belly smeared with cum.
These moments when he takes care of me only make it worse, because they show me the sweet mirage beyond the fucked-up impasse, yet won’t let me cross into that fleeting, tempting world of real connection.
Then he takes the protective pad from the sheet I had laid out earlier and carries it off to the washer-dryer.
