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My fist slides up the shaft, until my thumb brushes the cold, silver barbell piercing the head. The sensation’s electric—a sharp bite of metal against the searing heat of my blood. I hiss through my teeth, my hips snapping forward instinctively.

“Think about how good this metal’s going to feel when I’m driving it deep inside you,” I rasp, my voice fracturing under the strain of the pleasure.

I stroke myself again, brutally tight, imagining it's her pussy instead of my own hand.

She moves quickly, knees sinking into the swirling water at my feet, and my hand stills, a dark thrill curling through my gut.

“Oh?” I murmur, looking down at her from my height. “And where are you going, little summoner?”

Her small, pale hands tremble as they grasp my thighs, her thumbs digging into the silver muscle. She leans forward, her tongue darting out to taste a bead of pre-come mixed with shower water right from the slit.

My head falls back against the tile, the tips of my horns hitting the wall with a clink.

Her tongue swirls greedily around the ridge, before she slides down, taking more of me than I thought she could handle. I feel the exact moment the metal piercing drags against the soft, sensitive roof of her mouth, and the vibration of her low moan against my cock nearly sends me over the edge right there.

I can't wait for her to find a rhythm. I tangle my fingers into her sodden hair to hold her steady and snap my hips forward, driving myself deeper into her throat. She clamps her lips tighter around me despite her gag, sucking hard on the upstroke, drawing the pleasure out of me with a skill that feels instinctual.

“Saints below, you are absolutely filthy,” I pant as I fuck into her mouth with punishing, rhythmic strokes, the water splashing violently around us.

The pleasure coils tight and hot at the base of my spine as the inevitable crash of my own release hovers just seconds away.

Fuck that.

I’m not ending this with her on her knees. I’m not letting her off that easy.

With a snarl, I tangle my fingers deeper into the roots of her hair and yank. It’s a demanding motion, dragging her up from the floor before she can even gasp. Her body collides with mine, the water cascading over us in a blinding curtain.

“Look at you,” I growl as I force her head back, exposing the long, pale arch of her neck and the frantic pulse fluttering beneath her skin. She’s gasping, dazed, her lips swollen and red from my use. “You don't get to hide down there. I want to see everything.”

My hand slides down the curve of her plush stomach, rough and impatient, diving between her legs to cup the weight of her soaked pussy. I drag my fingers through her slick lips, parting the folds to find her swollen clit, and grind my thumb against it in a relentless, smooth circle.

A broken whimper spills from her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated need, and her hips snap forward to meet my hand instinctively.

I drop my head, latching onto a nipple, taking the delicate, hardened peak into my mouth with a hungry, suctioning pull. I bite down—just a graze—while my thumb continues its ruining rhythm below. She tastes like arousal and salt and sweet, desperate surrender. I want to devour her. I want to consume her until she forgets she ever existed outside of this shower stall.

I let go of her breast, ignoring her noise of protest, and grip her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh until I feel the solid curve of her hipbones beneath.

“Jump,” I command.

Her brow furrows, a haze of confusion clouding her glazed eyes. She hesitates, her mortal brain trying to catch up to my demand.

Fuck this..

I don’t have the time or the patience to wait for her to process.

My hands slide down, gripping the soft, fleshy curve of her ass, and I haul her up. She gasps, weightless in my grip, and instinct finally takes over—she wraps her thick thighs around my waist, locking her ankles behind me to anchor herself to me.

“Atta girl,” I grin ferally.

Without wasting another second, I line myself up, the head of my cock pressing against her dripping entrance. And then I let gravity do the work. I drop her down onto me at the exact moment I thrust up, burying myself to the hilt in one devastating, fluid motion.

Fuck.

The sensation is blinding—a seamless, perfect friction that knocks the breath right out of my lungs.

“Hold on,” I rasp, the command barely audible over the roar of the water.

I spin us around, slamming her back against the wall. The impact forces a breathless cry from her throat, but her legs only tighten around my waist, locking us together.