Down.
I gasp at the sharp intensity of the knot stretching me to new limits. Stars burst in my vision and my pussy clenches around him. He groans as he pulls me forward, sliding my clit against his pubic bone and dragging his vibrating head over my G-Spot. The orgasm rockets to a second peak I didn’t know could exist. I’m trying to hold on, to stay alive, but I can only scream as he fucks me so hard I swear I see the light of heaven.
“So, you’re not porcelain.”
He takes my ass in both hands and holds me above him, thrusting so hard I can barely catch a breath between my cries. His hips slapping the backs of my thighs and my screams bouncing off the stone walls create a concert of pleasure I’m lost to.
My orgasm ebbs and Bastian pulls me against his chest. I’m breathing hard, his cock pulsing inside me with the beat of his heart. I could live in this moment for a lifetime and never want anything more.
Except, there is something more.
I can’t put a name to it, but something is missing. Something’s unfinished. A bud in bloom that craves the light of the sun.
Suddenly, he’s standing and we’re moving.
“Where—”
My back hits a wall and my hands are pinned overhead. He kisses me hard and pulls out to the vibrating tip. I moan against his lips, the sensations so overpowering it almost hurts. He props his knee up and balances my thigh on it, then wraps his tail around the other, holding me open.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispers.
I open my eyes and look down, seeing everything he thinks is flawless.
I’m covered in sweat at my full, hanging breasts. My soft skin rolls at my hips onto my thighs. My legs are dimpled by thinned skin pulled too tight over fat, muscle, and bone.
Stretch marks.
Scars.
The pain inside me made visible.
But, for the first time, I see it, too.
I see a body that has persevered against illness, trauma, and loss. A body that has held me, protected me, and done its very best to keep me alive despite the trials of stress and fear. A body that loves me…that I love.
“Now,” Bastian groans as he grabs my throat, keeping my face turned downward. “Watch me fuck perfection.”
He slams inside me so hard I let out a little hiccupping yelp. The knot is swelling, and each time he hits my opening it spreads me just alittle farther. The vibrating tip of his cock buzzes against something tender and swollen, but he pulls out just as fast. He comes back out glistening with my juices. Beads of it roll down his shaft to his balls. I watch in wonder as he fucks into me again, my vision blackening at the edges until all I see is where we’re joining.
Every thrust of him fills me to the edge with depthless pleasure. The spot deep inside me sings with each strike of his head, and the next brings me even higher. I’m on the verge of death. Of new life. Of something inexplicable and endless. Unstoppable.
I gasp deeply, filling my lungs with breath that is him. His magic surges through my body, subsuming all that he is into me. Nesting in my very soul. Peeling open my petals and soaking into me. I blossom for him, willing and eager.
“Fuck, Cait,” Bastian grunts. “You’re mine now. Now and forever.”
“Now, and forever,” I gasp as I look up at him.
We lock gazes and his pace quickens, becoming erratic and frenzied. The tip of his tail covers my clit and begins to suck, manifesting my descent into mad bliss. Bastian groans, every slap of his hips getting wetter as he fills me. Then, he thrusts forward, his knot stretching me past comprehension.
I scream, leaving my body behind and joining with him somewhere beyond the physical. Beyond this life and this plane. Beyond anything I ever thought possible.
This is divinity.
His lips bring me back to my body as he kisses me reverently. He pulls me from the wall and tucks me close, his knot pulsing insideme. I close my eyes and revel in him as we walk into the water of the central pool. It’s cool and refreshing, like a snowy mountain stream mixed with a hot spring.
He cradles me as he sits. I kiss his neck softly, the pulsing of his knot intense and delightful. He strokes down my back with long, slow motions that paint me with the cool water.
Slowly, his knot deflates, and he peels us apart, lowering me into the water. I float on the surface, supported by his tail pressed into my lower back and one hand on the back of my neck as the other washes my overheated body.
