AZRAEL
She moans so loud I’m certain the guards down the hall can hear her.
But who cares?
Let the entire mansion all know who’s making her this desperate.
I pump my finger in and out, curling it against her front wall, searching for that spot that’ll make her scream.
I find it in seconds.
Her entire body jolts, a strangled cry ripping from her throat as I press against the spongy flesh. Her walls clench around my finger so tight it’s almost painful.
"There it is." I grin against her skin, rubbing that spot over and over, relishing every twitch and moan I pull from her. "That’s your spot, isn’t it, little mouse? Right fucking there?"
"Yes—yes—oh god—right there—"
I add a second finger, stretching her open, and she keens, back arching off the bed. She’s so tight around two fingers I can barely move, her pussy gripping like it never wants to let go.
The thought of how she’ll feel wrapped around my cock makes my vision blur.
"You’re so tight," I growl, pumping my fingers faster, harder, the wet sounds of her cunt filling the room. "So fucking tight and wet. This pussy was made for , wasn’t it?"
"Yes—" She’s babbling now, incoherent, lost in pleasure. "Made for you—only you—"
I curl my fingers and press my thumb against her clit, rubbing in tight, fast circles while I fuck her with my hand.
Her thighs start to shake, her moans climbing higher and higher, her walls fluttering around my fingers.
She’s close. So fucking close.
"That’s it," I murmur, watching her face contort with pleasure, drinking in every expression. "Co for , Valoria. Let feel this pretty pussy co all over my fingers."
She shatters with a scream, her whole body convulsing, cunt spasming around my fingers in rhythmic pulses as her orgasm tears through her.
I work her through every wave, prolonging it, dragging it out until she’s sobbing and shaking and begging to stop.
I don’t stop. Not until I’ve wrung every last drop of pleasure from her trembling body.
When I finally pull my fingers from her, they’re coated in her release, dripping down to my palm.
I bring them to my mouth and lick them clean, groaning at the taste of her—sweet and tangy and addictive.
"Fucking delicious," I mutter, and her face flushes an even deeper shade of red.
But I’m not done. Not even close.
I need more. I need to taste her properly.
I slide down her body, settling between her thighs, my face inches from her dripping cunt.
She’s still twitching from her orgasm, her pussy clenching around nothing, and the sight of it makes my cock throb painfully in my boxers.
"What are you—" She starts, but the question dies in her throat the mont I lean in and drag my tongue through her folds in one long, slow lick.
She tastes even better directly from the source. I groan against her, the vibration making her whimper, and then I devour her.
I eat her like I’m starving. Like she’s the only sustenance I’ll ever need.
I lick and suck and fuck her with my tongue, burying my face in her cunt until her arousal is sared all over my chin.
I trace her entrance, dipping inside to gather more of her taste, then drag my tongue up to her clit and suck hard.
She screams, hands flying to my hair, yanking so hard it stings.
I fucking love it.
"Azrael—oh goddess—I can’t—it’s too much—"
I don’t let up. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck while I slide two fingers back inside her, crooking them against her g-spot, assaulting her from both angles.
She cos again within minutes, harder than before, gushing against my tongue as I lap up everything she gives .
I drink her down like a man dying of thirst, moaning against her pussy, lost in the taste and sll and feel of her.
When I finally pull back, she’s a wreck. Flushed and sweating, chest heaving, eyes glazed over with pleasure. She looks thoroughly fucked even though I haven’t even been inside her yet.
But I’m about to fix that.
I shove my boxers down, finally freeing my cock. It springs up, hard and thick and angry red, the tip glistening with precum.
I’ve never been this hard in my entire existence. Never wanted anyone or anything this badly.
Her eyes drop to my cock and widen.
"It’s... big," she whispers, and the mixture of fear and want in her voice makes my cock twitch.
"I’ll go slow," I promise, positioning myself between her thighs. The head of my cock nudges her entrance, slick with her arousal, and we both shudder at the contact. "I’ll make it so good for you, little mouse. I promise."
I press forward, just the tip breaching her entrance, feeling her stretch around , so tight and hot and wet—
And then suddenly her eyes stare at with sothing under that writhing pleasure, flashing a warning as both hands grasp her mouth to hold sothing in.
It only takes a second for her gesture to click, for to grab the vase sitting on my desk and offer it to her seconds before she hurls vomit and bile right into the empty chasm in front of .
She vomits over and over again, and when we both think it’s over, she’s gagging.
I hold her hair up, patting her back in slow circles until she groans and leans back against the bed, and I set the vase right beside her just in case.
"I’m sorry... I just can’t stop." She apologizes, agonized by the turn of events, as I settle right next to her again.
"It’s okay... really." I reassure her, laying right next to her, staring up at the sa white ceiling in silence that engulfs us for a few seconds.
The weight of what we were seconds away from doing hangs between us, and just how good it was.
Too good. Insanely good. Unlike anything my mind can fathom and more. Making crave the real thing all the more.
"I suck at sex." She blurts out all of a sudden.
My head turns to her pouting face focused above, biting back my smile.
"You don’t suck. We haven’t even gotten there yet to tell." I tease.
"What if I do?"
"You won’t. It’s impossible."
"I wanted to sex you because... because you’ve been this big thorn in my side," she whines, with more slurring in her incoherent speech now.
"Great reason to sex a person, although I’m not against it." I chuckle now, putting one or two together now that she’s begun making less sense. "You’re drunk, aren’t you?"
Now it’s too obvious to deny.
"I am not."
But she does.
"What’s 1 1?"
"16?"
"How many fingers?"
I raise both hands above her face.
"Potato." She answers with unbridled confidence that has howling with laughter that tightens my back and wets my eyes.
"Yes, you’re definitely sane right now."
"I told you."
"You owe a lot, especially after tempting and then leaving high and dry, Valoria."
Rather than a response, she makes a sound at the back of her throat, drawing closer to , nestling underneath my arm like a bunny hunting down the warmth of my body.
Instinctively I pull her closer, wrapping an arm around her and securing her in place on my chest. She smiles lightly, satisfied with her new position.
I can’t help but find her smile infectious.
"What are you doing to ?" I wonder out loud, tucking the hair away from her face.
"Nothing." Her voice cos out groggily, fading away from exhaustion.
I rember that it’s way past her bedti and early morning, yet a part of wants this mont to last even longer than it is, searching my mind for a spell that doesn’t exist.
"It hurts right here when I look at you." I pat at my chest right by her head, imagining she’s still fully with .
"Why?"
"I don’t know," I confess.
I thought I knew everything under the sun and moon until I t her.
"I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I don’t think I can give you what you want. I don’t think I can sleep with you if it ans that you’d be sohow banishing from your thoughts. I don’t care if that ans I’m selfish. I want you to hurt as much as I do."
It’s ruthlessly greedy and selfish, to trap her in whatever enchantnt I’m stuck in, if at all they’re remotely similar. To keep her thinking of for as long as possible.
She doesn’t respond this ti, grumbling as she falls asleep right in my arms.
I give into my craziest whim yet and press my lips against her forehead seconds before drifting away alongside her.
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