by Ashley Black
Actually, Thornton, I disagreed quietly. Isn’t it a war about …everything? Isn’t it because Warlocks and Enchantresses are fucking forbidden? Nothing good ever comes from the rubbing of witchy and warlocky bits? In fact, your very end is foretold by tangling with yours truly. That is not a war about nothing.
We rode the lift in silence.
Thorn kept sniffing the air and looking at me with intense interest.
We entered a ridiculously huge bedroom with an even larger adjoining bathroom. Feeling my cheeks sting red in embarrassment, I muttered, “I smell like shit.”
“To the contrary,” Thorn rolled his tongue in a sensual arc along the sexy curve of his upper lip. “You smell good Elena, too good. Before we wash this night off of us. I need,” his lips parted and his eyes went to flame again, “to lick you.”
“What?” I spluttered, alarmed as he began pushing himself from his clothing. He punched his ridiculously huge chest through the shirt.
I laughed as the buttons burst and pinged at my trembling boobs in the blood soaked ivory cups of my bra.
My laugher died away when his bare torso slammed into mine, exploding me backwards. His hand snaked around my waist to halt the sickening impact I anticipated with the gleaming wall of tile behind me. I was recovering from the assault that was his skin seething against mine, when his large hand captured both wrists, moving my arms sharply upwards. I cried out in mock outrage as he fastened them with the tie of bathrobe to a hook above me.
“What!” I began. “Thorn?”
“I need,” he groaned. “You.”
Shit. I felt my heart swell in my chest at the look in his eyes. Thorn wasn’t a vampire, but his flame lit emerald eyes reminded me of one as they roamed everywhere.
“Can we just have a shower?” I asked on a moan as he pushed his tight black trousers down and kicked them aside. He pressed urgently between my thighs, parting them as his fingers deftly snapped my bra free. He buried his hot insanely gorgeous face between my quivering mounds.
“We will love,” he reassured gently. “I will clean you up real good after I’m done.”
Holy hell.
I was a little frightened at the change in him. He opened his mouth and attempted to suckle my entire breast inside that wide sexy mouth.
My nipple popped hard as Tongue ring and sharp teeth rubbed against it. A riot of warmth in my panties at the sensation. My head dropped and I gasped as his huge hand pushed my white satin panties down. He gripped my legs suddenly and forced them up over the huge span of his shoulders.
My pussy was wide open for him to incinerate. Burn away. To hurt. Oh fuck me dead. I wanted him so badly.
His face crested my mound. “I need it Elena.”
I cried out in spite of myself. Damn it! His lips had brushed over my rather excitable ones His breath was a delicious, lingering tingle that whispered over everything that mattered.
At first I had presumed he needed the blood on me, but like most things I ‘presumed’ about this rather insane hot man, I was wrong.
Boobs, pussy and ass.
His hungry mouth craved the parts of me that weren’t covered in the blood of those he had wasted tonight.
The intensity of his wanton lust was overwhelming.
“How are you doing Enchantress? Are you feeling?” He flicked his tongue teasingly along the heaving peaks of my breasts. His warm hands caressing them as as he lapped indulgently at the right nipple with that demon tongue that pleased … all of me. His sharp perfect teeth lightly grazed my nipples extreme tenderness.
Oh.
Just.
Fucking.
Wow.
My thighs shuddered and nearly slipped off his broad shoulders in their urgency to open still wider.
At the motion, his mouth fell from my nipple and dove roughly between my legs. Cruelly, his lips were just shy of grazing my pussy. I saw his brow furrow in studious intensity.
“As I had started to ask before your banging tits disarmed me woman. Are you feeling wet yet, love?”
I could feel the warm dampness pumping urgently now between my legs.
When I said nothing he took an experimental lick.
I squinted to see the result, and moaned seeing my cream shimmering there on his lips.
He flashed a triumphant smile and I thrashed my head uselessly, wiggling and writhing against the inevitable assault of that fucking mouth. My hips only snapped my pussy closer to him.
Shameless. Fucking little greedy harlot! I seethed inwardly.
Then he kissed me …there.
And I was mentally high fiving my pussy for her gluttonous ways.
He softly mouthed my sex.
I banged my head against the tiles as I tried to tilt my head up and away.
Shit.
His warm hand slid up gripped my jaw and forced me to look upon him.
The fingers of his other hand played over my clenching asshole as he began rolling his tongue over the insane dampness of me. Slow. Excruciating.
My back arched. I pulled in frustration against my restraints. I wanted my hands in his lush black hair.
I wanted … to pull his mouth … closer.
I wanted my hand around the back of his neck.
I wanted to grind my clit senselessly against that mouth.
I felt my boobs heave in anticipation of that rolling hot tongue meeting my swollen bud.
He pouted and pushed between my heated inner lips, and grinned, the movement of his sinful mouth tickling my swelling labia
“Oh, shit,” I whimpered.
It was the anticipation of what was to come.
“Thorn,” I sighed.
He began to lick.
My hips snapped outwards and his huge palm flashed to my belly and pressed, successfully stilling them. A low growl rumbled against my pussy as he resumed licking. Hard, sensually punishing sweeps of his tongue.
I groaned, noticing his hand soften upon my belly. That sinful tongue deliberately avoided my blazing clit, but kept licking away the wetness of me with studious, thorough intensity. I tilted my hips and screamed feeling my body instinctively clench the instant his tongue touched my precious, throbbing bud of bliss. His hand tightened on my belly again, his other digging into the join of my right thigh and pulling the skin there hard. His gaze lifted momentarily to mine as stilled his tongue over my clit. I tried desperately to move, to grind against it, wanting that punishing hard flicking back again and again.
“You’re so impatient Enchantress,” he smirked. “Here’s what I am going to do now. My tongue,” he took a playful lap of my clit. I squeezed my eyes shut at the violent shudders that rippled from the site of his tongues devastation. “Is going to get exclusive with this hopelessly swollen area here.”
Another indulgent lap, harder this time.
I whimpered.
“You are going to cream yourself so hard, love. Do tell me when it gets to that? When you feel your cream spilling down your milky thighs Elena? I am going to drain this pussy of juice. She is so ripe. So full. So tender. Let me desecrate her.”
Desecrate. I frowned seeing a dried lemon, rotten, squeezed of all juice. Now that didn’t look pretty.
His tongue urgently flicked over my swollen sensitive skin. Just the tip of his tongue driving deep, hard, lashing repeatedly. The whip of his tongue. The insane speed of it. The exquisite rub of the polished ball of metal of the tongue ring against my pulsing wetness pushed me to a dark primal place. Pleasure and pain collided.
Oh.
Fucking.
“Yesssssssss!” My head fell back. “Oh!” My pussy pumped in motion to the insane tempo of his licks against the quivering inner folds of me. An insistent blissful roar of constant craving. Need. Hunger. Stimulation incineration, that tongue was everything. I wanted it to stop. I didn’t want it to stop. He was not moving as promised from the clit after I had greedily chased it. Of fuck. “Fuckkkkkkk!” I panted. The deep ache of my impending release was sensual tor
ture. Beautiful agony.
“You taste so fine,” he moaned.
“Let me go,” I gasped out my plea as my wrists pulled at their restraints. I thought I might cry. I was a fucked up pool of arousal. My pussy overcome with juice.
“No,” Thorn growled in sensual refusal.
I jerked suddenly, becoming aware of something tickling my inner thighs. A strange blast of heat rolling toward my knees.
My astounded stare met his half slit desire filled one.
“Your creamed yourself so hard it has run down your legs,” he reported in a low dark delicious rumble as he moved deftly to my right knee and kissed the wetness away.
I moaned in protest. I felt like I might explode.
His tongue expertly caught the remaining slide of cream. He was a blur of heat and activity as he keenly cleaned my thighs wetness and sucked, and caressed the dampness between my legs making my ass clench and toes shiver. He tasted me deeply, softly, reverently groaning. He rocked his body as he pressed closer to me, muscles in his huge shoulders twitching in tension. The man was soaked in it.
He swallowed. He grunted. He gulped. He groaned. Every single sound of him enjoying eating me reverberated my pussy in a buzz of pleasure. He became frenzied, urgently, sucking, licking as the throbbing pressure in my pussy was eclipsed by an orgasm that left me shaking and boneless. Limp, I felt my body soften from the intoxicating rush of relief .
“I love the way you taste when you come,” he groaned as he lapped indulgently at my sensitive, puffy, damp lips. “It drives me fucking wild, love. A taste is never enough.” A regretful sigh brushed over my tingling bud. I gasped as he fed my slit his tongue. Pushing it deep inside. He withdrew and smacked his lips. “Hmmm there’s a lot more juice deep in that fuck hole of yours. I think I will make a proper meal out of your pussy one day. We will start early, finish late. I will treat your pretty pussy like an all you can eat buffet.” His dark green eyes flashed mischievously. “I’ll keep stuffing you full of pleasure, so you keep drenching my tongue.” He arched an eyebrow at me. “Sound good?”
I could barely breathe for the image that put in my mind. I licked my lips and bobbed my head in agreement. Fuck yes.
Silent, his mouth released mine. He rocked back on his heels and I could see his eyes shut, black lashes shivering against his ivory skin. His face a mask of calm repose. He sighed dark green eyes popping open. They radiated insane heat at my twitching pussy. I felt an odd pull of desire deep in my belly.
“What are you doing?”
He gently shrugged my wobbling thighs off his shoulders and moved like dark sinister silk rippling up my body until he towered over me once again. He freed me of the crude bath robe tie bondage, and face burning I fell unsteadily against the massive sweaty glowing wall of his dynamic physicality.
His hands flexed over my ass, trembling fingers gripping and lifting.
Too eagerly my thighs wrapped around him as he carried me into the shower. His palm lay secure against my lower back while his free hand adjusted the temperature and water pressure. Satisfied, he gently slid me down his body to the floor of the shower. We swayed beneath the pounding blast of water.
My cheek was crushed to his chest. My forehead nestled into the side of his bulging tattooed bicep. His head lay against my neck. Hands gently rubbing in circular motions over my ass.
Intimacy with this man was heart breaking
Tears misted my eyes as I watched the blood pushed from our bodies in a bright red misguided hissing rain on the charcoal silver flecked tiles.
We took turns washing the stubborn caked on blood off our skin. Our fingers stroked over, tangled through each others hair as we fed it a concoction of perfumed hair product.
The feral look in the man’s eyes as our hands moved dream like over each others body.
Soap suds whispered between my legs.
I noticed the black raven tattoos just below his hip bones. Their wings disappeared and curved around his knife like oblique’s. My trembling fingers traced the raven at his right hip. I followed its line to the top of his manscaped thatch of black hair. The base of his hard and perfect prick was starting to levitate. “These tattoos are new,” I said softly.
He nodded. I saw his throat bob. His whole body went rigid when my other finger did the same to the left raven. I stroked over the hair gently.
“They’re beautiful.”
“Thank you,” he said quietly as he reached behind him and shut off the water.
We stared at each other for a moment in the curling, writhing steam that hushed over our heated skin.
I continued stroking, enjoying how his wonderful prick started to twitch and bob in motion with the movement.
“Please,” his voice cracked. “I will fuck you up if you keep doing that.”
I felt a sly smile twist my lips as I stroked a little faster. His hips jutted and his impressive wall of abs clenched. I tilted my head and looked straight into his eyes. “Then fuck me up.”
“It will be fast and nasty,” he warned. He gathered me in his arms and surged out of the shower.
I cried out in angry protest when he threw me onto the huge bed.
Hard.
I fell face down upon the luxurious silk coverlet. Ass stuck up in the air. From the corner of my eye I saw him pick up his phone from the night stand and scowl at it. Then a smile curved his lips and he set it down. He looked oddly pleased with himself.
What in the fuck was that about?
He prowled behind me.
The pulse between my legs quickened as I felt the immense power of his presence kneeling over me.
He poked at my slit playfully with his boner. He yanked me up on my knees tilting me forward and impaled my pussy on it.
I screamed.
There was no other reaction.
I was convinced he had broken me.
I cried out in pain, head falling back.
My pussy whimpered as she twitched and shivered in shock of her sudden fullness.
He slammed me down the mayhem between his legs. Forcing himself deeper inside of me.
A guttural moan parted my lips.
His thrusts came fast and violent as his hips whacked against my ass. His fingers moved over my mound, stroked the little landing strip of hair there. If this was pay back for the incident in the shower I was happy, I decided.
Ecstasy blasted within, igniting every nerve ending. Every sensation was heightened. My skin was tormented by everything this man inflicted upon it.
“Yes!” I panted. “Oh fuck … yes!”
He growled and pumped my pussy harder. He scorched me with the violent strokes of his cock.
“So hot, so good” he sighed. “My boner is home.”
I felt a warm tingling surge washing up over my belly, breasts face and down to my throbbing bits to my twitching toes.
Amidst the intense and urgent pleasure was a sickening and inevitable realization.
“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this to me,” I whispered in horror.
Why was I allowing this to happen?
Burning inside.
Freezing inside.
Brett. Holy hell Brett!
Oh no! This was wrong.
This would have been our wedding night.
Tears spilled from my eyes.
What was I doing?
This mans cock was destroying my tiny soul.
“Stop. I want you to stop!”
He ignored me and kept riding me senselessly. Each maddening thrust now punctuated by his loud grunts.
Good Lord he sounded like an animal.
“Please Thorn, stop!” I begged him brokenly.
I tried to pull and twist away. He only held me tighter as I felt myself falling to pieces around his pounding cock.
I cried out as I felt him explode inside of me. Rope after rope of his cum burned as it lashed me within.
He gave a loud moan and slowly eased out of me. He flopped onto his back and buried his face i
n his hands.
I wiped myself clean of his demon seed and turned in the bed, facing away from him, knees drawn to my chest. I wept silently into my pillow. My shoulders shaking so hard I was scared he would sense their tremulous movement.
I didn’t want him to know how badly he had hurt me. I had hurt me.
“What is wrong?” he asked softly.
“I asked you to stop and you didn’t,” I whispered. Face hot with a flood of shame.
“Did you?” He sounded alarmed “I didn’t hear you, love.”
“You were grunting like a fucking animal,” I snarled bitterly. “I should hardly be surprised.”
He laughed at that.
I hated its cadence. The warmth, depth and dark richness to it. I hated how his laugh filled my chaotic heart.
I hated this man so much.
My back stiffened as his sinful hot mouth sucked and nibbled playfully at my shoulder.
“Why did you try to help me back in that field? With the hearts?”
“You were scaring me,” I murmured. “I just wanted it to stop.”
He said nothing to this.
“Sometimes, I just want you to stop.”
His mouth abandoned its assault on my shoulder.
“As long as that doesn’t become an ‘always’ thing, I honestly think we can work through this, love,” he whispered in the darkness.
He sounded afraid.
He should be.
Five
I despaired over Brett as Thorn slept beside me.
If I was honest with myself, which I seldom was,
I mostly despaired over me.
I wept quietly at my behavior with Thorn’s mesmerizing fuck stick.
I was angry at what he had done.
What I had done.
I felt so trapped by this man. He was an all consuming menace of cock and sinister sensual mayhem.
I had to not want him.
I resolved to pretend that I did.
Because that made sense.
Yes, new fucked up strategy. I would fake it. I was good at that. I did that forever before I made any progress as a writer. Every day I would tell myself, I am a best selling shit hot author attracting movie deals, and sexy as fuck fame from the writings of my crazy ass kinky mind. I conditioned myself to see it beyond the reality that veiled it. Waiting until the blah veneer dropped and the awesome fucking exploded.