The words he calls me, they’re familiar. Someone called me those things in the past. When I was unable to consent. When I was too small and lacked any real power.
They had been sickening then…but now?
Now they feel exhilarating.
Something about the moment is cathartic in a way that I’ve yet to process.
A weight is starting to be lifted off my shoulders. My entire body.
Soren kisses my entire body, head to toe. From the soles of my feet, up my calves, the backs of my thighs, my ass, my back…until he reaches my shoulders.
It’s like he’s devouring me, and I love it.
I feel him lean down against me. His cock pressed against my ass.
“I need you,” he says, his voice so needy and desperate that it makes my own length swell even more.
“Take me,” I reply breathlessly.
What I don’t say is the second part that lingers in my brain.
I’m yours.
Soren kisses the back of my neck, hard and messy. Then there’s a bit of fumbling around in the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed. Whatever he finds seems to be good enough, because I hear it open, and he groans for a moment. Then, his wet fingers find my asshole and he slips a couple of them in, lubing and opening me up for him.
I gently grind my hips down and my ass up against his fingers. So unbelievably needy for him that I can’t really process it. My head is fuzzy. The room is hot and humid. I can’t even really see anything, much less him, but it doesn’t matter.
Soren’s fingers slide out of me and I whine in protest.
“You’re like a desperate little bitch,” he growls. “So desperate for my cock inside you.”
He doesn’t make me wait long, which only speaks to his own desperation.
Soren fumbles for a second to find my hole in the darkness but finally does.
As every single inch of him slides into me, one bit at a time…slow and steady, my mouth open and my eyelids flutter.
His cock fills me so perfectly. I almost forgot how good it felt the first time. He is a perfect match, and all I can do is moan as he starts to fuck me. His thrusts are hard and quickly build up momentum, but not too much.
His hand rests on the small of my back, and his other hand slides up my back until it finds my hair.
Soren pulls me up so that I’m holding myself up on my knees with his help as his arm winds around my body.
“Soren!” I gasp out between a moan. “Oh fuck…fuck! That feels so fucking good.” I tilt my head back against his shoulder and his mouth slides along the side of my face.
“Yeah…fuck, take it. Take my cock, baby,” he pants out near my ear.
I can’t keep my eyes open, or my mouth closed. I’m practically drooling.
“J-Just like that, y-yes,” I moan. My own dick is swaying with the movements, getting precum everywhere as he massages my prostate from the inside with his thick length.
The sounds of the bed creaking and his hips slapping against my ass only turn me on more.
I wouldn’t even care if someone came in the house right now. If one of my brothers caught us.
The way Soren fucks me is so good, that the world could end all around us and I’d beg him to keep going.
My moans become incoherent as he picks up the pace.
