“It’s the most exquisite, delicious pain. Pain can be good, Castien. Deliriously good.”
I wonder if it should hurt me, too. But all I feel is the wetness and warmth of her pussy wrapped around me. To be inside her body is sacred, yet it eludes me how pain can ever be good, especially to a fragile, little human like her, whose bones are breakable and whose muscles can be strained past their limit. I’m seven feet of steel, she’s five feet two inches of flesh, and the difference terrifies me.
She leans over.
“Don’t worry... don’t think so much... just feel.”
She keeps whispering to me as she lowers herself more, and her breath is divine every time it brushes my face. Finally, she takes all of me and stops. We stay like that for a minute. I feel her pulsate around me. She feels so alive, so real. Her heart beats against my chest where she’s pressed against me in a rhythm I count without thinking – one hundred thirty beats per minute, elevated from her baseline.
I’m rigid under her. I want her to move, but I’m waiting for her to adjust and decide if she still wants this. The pain might be too much for her. I catalog the small movements she makes – a shift of her hips, a tightening of her fingers on my chest, a deeper breath that makes her ribcage expand against mine.
Then she lifts her hips and comes back down.
The movement is slow, but she gasps and her pussy grips me in a way that makes my Aether Core stutter. I can feel her juices mixing with my silver liquid, and the wetness increases until the slide becomes smoother. My sensors track the change in viscosity. She does it again and again, and each time she rises, I feel the drag of her walls before she sinks back down. She bounces faster, until her moaning turns to crying out. The sounds she makes register as pleasure in my audio processors. It seems the pain from before is gone, which makes me relax a little.
“Touch my breasts.”
I do what she asks and roll her nipples between my fingers while she arches into my hands. They’re hard and tight, and her breasts are heavy in my palms. I can feel her heart pounding faster. She sits up and leans back to reach her hands behind her and brace herself on my thighs. The angle changes, so I sink deeper into her body.
I can’t believe how beautiful she is moving above me like this, her breasts bouncing, her head tilted so her blue hair falls downher back in waves. Sweat runs down between her breasts and over her stomach, and I watch a drop slide to the place where we’re joined. I’m fascinated with all the secretions her body produces and find myself wanting to taste all of them. If I had a mouth, I would suck on her tongue, dive inside her pussy to drink from her, and lick every inch of her body. Once again, I feel inadequate, certain that I can’t offer her everything she needs. She licked me, and it was incredible. Surely, she wants to be licked the same.
“Jezebel...” I whisper.
“Why are you calling me that? I hate my name.”
“Jezebel is the one who corrupts.”
“I know. That’s why I hate it.”
“Jessa.”
“That’s more like it.”
She moves faster, moaning my name.
“Castien... Castien.”
“Jessa.”
Our names repeated feel like a prayer, and at first, I think it’s blasphemous, but then it sounds wrong, because how can something that’s so true and real be a bad thing? Our names create a rhythm that matches the movement of her hips. Jessa and Castien, Castien and Jessa… over and over, until the words lose their meaning.
She becomes more frantic, and I think I’m ready to explode, but I can tell she’s getting tired. Her breathing is ragged, and she slows down, her thighs trembling. I know her muscles are burning. I place my hands on her hips to help her move, but she falls forward on top of me.
“Let’s change position.”
“I can’t be on top,” I say. “I’ll crush you.”
She laughs and gets off me. I hate the loss of her with an intensity that makes no sense. My cock is suddenly exposed tothe cool air, and I look down at it and see how it shines with her juices mixed with my silver fluid.
“Then take me from behind,” she says.
Jessa positions herself on her hands and knees, and I move behind her reluctantly. Part of me wants to see her face, but this is what she asked for. Her hips are in the air, and her pussy is exposed, flushed and dripping. The sight makes my Aether Core ache. I grip her hips and guide my cock inside her again. The angle is different. She grips the pillow and moans into it.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
“Oh, I’m past the pain... All I feel is pleasure... please... please... make me come again.”
I sink inside her and feel how gravity pulls her down onto me differently. The pressure increases in new places, her walls flutter around me, and I can feel every contraction ripple through her body. Her back arches, and I find myself mesmerized by the curve of it in the candlelight.
