And there was no doubt that he was doing exactly that. Playing with her. His touch was selfish. Purely seeking his own satisfaction in what he did to her.
But she loved it. As much as she tried to struggle and break free so she could grab him in return, she absolutely loved the way he had her completely at his disposal. She loved that he was taking her for his own pleasure, not really hers.
And she really loved the roughness of his hands against her skin. The coarseness of his palms, like sandpaper, scratched at her flesh in the absolute best way. When he plucked at hersensitive nipples. When he dragged his hands down her sides and belly. When he grabbed her thighs and pulled them apart – as much as he could with her legs pinned together the way they were. The stretching of her skin, the heat of his touch, were driving her wild.
Then, he began tonguing her clit. Her back forcefully arched up, fixing her in place in a bow, presenting her pussy to him at just the right angle that he could lick and play with her clit. And the grip he had on her thighs meant she couldn’t even go anywhere as he was taking his time, enjoying tormenting her. Each lash of his tongue sending shocking spikes of pleasure up her arched spine, into her quickly melting brain.
His tongue was no softer than the rest of his body, but it was hot. The heat of it striking through the sensitive flesh, burning her from the inside out.
Then, his finger found her entrance.
She noticed, of course she did, that he was probing through her thighs. His fingers were like three of hers put together. They were massive. She couldn’t possibly miss that. But she was so locked in on the feeling of his tongue, it was only noted with a distant part of her brain.
Until he was suddenly inside, stretching her, filling her. A single finger, sinking deep, making her wail as he growled in approval. Because this wasn’t about her. This was about him and his enjoyment and anything she got out of it was secondary.
And that just made itbetter.
“Tight, little, fuckingcunt,” he snarled, striking her with his tongue like a punctuation between each harshly spit word. All the while, his finger was moving in and out, plunging as deep ashe could reach with the angle he was working at and the way her thighs were trapping his hand. Which was much deeper than it had any right to be.
As she was trying to cope with that, he slid his other hand around and grabbed her ass. He used that grip to force her hips down, increasing the strain on her spine, but moving her clit in place so he could suckle it like a nipple. It was forceful, almost too strong, to the point of pain. But that burning made her scream as her entire body locked up, her back somehow bending even further, her fingers and toes all clenched into knots.
Below, Vytln groaned in appreciation as she soaked his face, but he didn’t stop. He kept sucking, thrusting his finger in and out, curling it up so it hitjust righton that sensitive flesh along the inner wall. It was too much. It hurt. She tried to get away, but suspended as she was right over his mouth, she couldn’t get away.
She was his to play with and the realization of her own helplessness, her inability to move or get away oranythingsnapped something deep in her brain. Like a switch that was flipped, turning all the systems off. For the first time in her life, she wasn’t thinking of anything. She didn’t have a dozen random things flitting through her head too fast to process or appreciate. She wasn’t bothered by questions she felt the driving, desperate need to answer.
She was just Haven. A body lost in sensation too powerful to contain, too overwhelming to allow free thought. It was a blessing as much as a curse as the painful pleasure, hot and electric, shredded through her nerves like lightning down a motherboard.
She tried to scream again, but there was no air left in her lungs. She could only make a hoarse, choking sound as her eyes, wide open, saw nothing but white and her body, tense and out of her control, trembled and shook with the force of her climax.
And all the while, Vytln drank from her, grunting in full appreciation, keeping her pussy trapped there over his lips. Giving her no reprieve.
Her head dropped as the aftershocks quaked through her. And all she could see was the burning, ember gleam of his eyes looking up. Approval and desire blazing there. It was like a wave of heat rushing over skin, driving away all the chill of loneliness that had been such a constant companion through her life.
Vytln finally loosened his hold, letting the arch of her spine ease, pulling her twitching, dripping pussy away from his mouth. But his lips and chin remained shiny. Proof of her pleasure dripping down his face as he grinned at her like a beast over his kill.
Standing slowly, Vytln bit his way up her heaving belly. Taking little pinches of skin and leaving marks in a winding pattern up to her lower breast where he took a large bite of the lower edge of her breast. She cried out, the harsh pain immediately melting into pleasure as another shock shot straight up through her belly.
He held on for just a bit, making sure his teeth were left imprinted into her skin, before he continued. Biting her chest, her clavicle. Her shoulder. Then, finally, there, on her neck. He held on again, biting until it hurt and she whimpered, softly begging for release.
Only then did he step back. Still giving her that evil smile that sent shivers down her spine. Her body, now weak and shaking,hung there as he pushed his loose pants down his hips, freeing his heavy cocks, the lower one now dripping with lava-like precum.
He grabbed that cock and jerked it, hard and fast. Ruthless. Squeezing hard on the girthy, swollen center in particular.
It didn’t take long. He must have been right there on the edge. She watched, breathless and panting, aching and twitching in every joint of her body, as he grunted and squeezed. His eyes never closed. He never looked away from her.
He grabbed that lower cock with both hands, squeezing like he was trying to choke the life out of it, and his hips thrust once, twice-
The heat of his cum lashed against her face, her body. He aimed it right at her tits, covering them in the molten heat of his cum. She gasped, staring down. Feeling as though he was branding her. It didn’t hurt, but the heat was certainly noticeable.
The last three ropes hit the ground between them as that lower cock lost in its girth and, at the same time, the upper one began to swell. Like it was trying to plug a hole it wasn’t in. A bead of precum glowed at the tip, the long shaft ready to take its turn.
The sight made Haven whimper. Not sure how much more she could take.
But Vytln, panting himself, didn’t grab his other cock. Instead, he reached up and unhooked the edge of his belt from whatever he had looped it over. He then stepped in, putting her arms over his head, taking her weight on his chest and giving her joints and back a chance to rest.
The soft little sounds she made, relief and pleasure mixing together, the ache finally being given a chance to fade, werecompletely foreign to her own ears. As was the way she clung to Vytln like he was her lifeline.
She was vaguely aware of him lifting them up and sliding into the nest. The familiar comfort of the silk and pillows caressing her body made her sigh in relief. Vytln took the belt off her wrists, but she didn’t release him. She cuddled in closer to his hard body. The sharp contrast between the silken nest and his rough skin were incredible and she didn’t know which she liked more.
