“Do it then,” I whispered, spreading my thighs a little wider. “Do it to me, Laish. I…I want you to.”
I didn’t need to ask him twice. With a low growl of desire, he pressed his hot mouth to my open pussy and I felt the tip of his tongue probing gently around my entrance. He found it but took another moment to lap my throbbing clit before moving back down to slide into my channel.
I gasped when I felt his wet heat enter me. He seemed so hot—almost as if he would burn me but in a good way, if that makes any sense. I could feel him filling me, tasting me as deeply as he could and thrusting in and out, showing me exactly how he was going to fuck me when the time came.
Because it was coming and I knew it. Though the feeling of his tongue inside me was incredibly arousing, I didn’t feel the familiar shimmer in the air and the barrier didn’t give way.
I did feel myself starting to get closer to the edge, though. Especially when Laish reached up to cup my breast and began tugging gently at my sensitive nipple.
“Oh…oh!” I gasped, arching my back. I was getting close again…so close… But before I knew it, Laish was drawing back, his mouth shiny and wet from my juices.
“Forgive me, Gwendolyn, but you know we cannot let you come yet.”
“I know,” I moaned, shifting on the bed. “But Goddess, Laish, I was so close.”
“You’re going to have to be close for a long time before you can let go, mon ange,” he murmured, kissing my throbbing pussy tenderly. “The more sexual energy you release, the greater the chance of breaking the barrier without me coming inside you.”
“All right,” I whispered breathlessly. “I know. So…now what do we do?”
“Though I would love to continue tasting you all night, we must try something else. We will take things slowly and see if we can break the barrier without taking your virginity completely.” He climbed back on the bed and went to sit against the headboard with some pillows propped behind his back. Then he beckoned me over to him. “Come, Gwendolyn, let us see what we can do.”
I came to him willingly enough, feeling only a little trepidation when he positioned me in his lap, straddling his lean hips. When I looked down, however, I couldn’t help biting my lip. His shaft was long and hard and thick and there was already a bead of precum shining on the broad, plum shaped head of his cock. He looked so huge, pointed up at me like that—poised to enter me at any moment—to fill my virgin pussy with his thickness.
“I will not be entering you yet, mon ange,” Laish said, stroking my cheek. “I told you, we will take things slowly. To start with, why do you not rub yourself against me? Perhaps your naked pussy rubbing so intimately against my exposed shaft may satisfy the Sin Tax.”
I doubted it but it was certainly worth a try.
Biting my lip, I did as he asked. Lowering myself a little, I took his thick, hot shaft in one hand and pressed it to the front of my pussy.
I had only meant to rub him against the outside of my sex but I was so wet he slipped deep into my folds. The sudden contact made me gasp and Laish let out a low groan. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight of him pressing against me—into me—with only the broad head of his cock sticking out.
“Gods, you’re so slippery and hot,” Laish rasped, pressing carefully against me. “Look at the way you’re coating my shaft with your sweet juices. You are incredibly arousing, my darling.”
I gave a shaky laugh. “You’re not so bad yourself. But now what? I didn’t feel the barrier break.”
“Rub yourself against me,” he ordered in a deep, intense voice. “Slide your hot little cunt up and down the length of my shaft”
“Goddess, Laish…” I cleared my throat, barely able to go on. “Can’t…can’t you do it? Can’t you rub against me?”
He shook his head. “I’d like nothing better but it is your sin, Gwendolyn— you must be the one moving. So work yourself against me, my little witch—ride me.”
My mouth went suddenly dry with lust and at the same time, my pussy throbbed with his words. Goddess, I couldn’t believe I was doing this—couldn’t believe I was spread out naked on his lap with his thick shaft pressed deep between my open pussy lips. Couldn’t believe I was going to work myself against him, trying to come.
And yet there was no other way. Blushing with embarrassment but fueled by lust, I put my hands on his broad shoulder for balance and began working my hips. I was sliding up and down the length of his thick cock, feeling his silky, hot shaft rubbing against my open folds and loving every second of it.
I moaned as his thickness slid over my aching clit. I don’t know if his tongue had desensitized me a little earlier or if my body was simply going into overdrive but this direct touch didn’t bother me either. It only made me want more—more of the addictive pleasure of Laish’s big, hard body against my own. More of the intimate pleasure of feeling him rub against me. Or rather—the feeling of me rubbing against him, I reminded myself, for he was holding still, his eyes filled with desire as he watched my face while I worked myself against him.
At last, I stopped, panting a little. I knew if I went on I was surely going to come and that wasn’t what needed to happen—not yet.
“This feels amazing but it isn’t working,” I said, trying to control the frustration in my voice and not quite succeeding.
“I feared it would not but it was worth a try,” Laish said. “My little witch, I am very much afraid we must take stronger measures—you need to put me inside you.”
“What?” I objected. “So I have to be the one to act again—because it’s my sin?”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Well, yes—but I also want you to be in charge of the penetration, mon ange. I would not wish you to hurt yourself by taking too much of me too quickly.”
“All right.” Feeling like my cheeks were so hot they might set my hair on fire, I reached between us and gripped him. He felt slippery and wet from sliding against my folds and for a moment I was concerned that he would slip in too easily and too far right away. But I didn’t have to worry. The broad, plum-shaped head lodged just inside my entrance, making me bite my lip as I felt it just barely enter me.
“Do you feel that, darling?” Laish murmured, looking me in the eyes. “That’s me about to enter you. Does it feel good? Do you want me inside you?”
“I know I shouldn’t,” I panted, still keeping a firm grip on his shaft down below. “But damn it, Laish—I can’t help it I want more.”
“And more you shall have—but slowly,” Laish cautioned. “Come, my eager little witch, slide more of my shaft into your tight, virgin cunt.”
Biting my lip, I did as he said. It wasn’t hard—I was poised above him so all I had to do was sink down in his lap. I gave a little moan as the wide head of his cock finally breached my entrance completely and entered my pussy. Goddess, I couldn’t believe I was doing this—couldn’t believe I was finally letting a man into my body.
Child, be careful…when you let him into your body, you also let him into your heart.
I pushed the thought away, knowing it was something that Grams would say. I wasn’t trying to form any kind of bond with Laish—I couldn’t even if I wanted to. We were just making love to pay the Sin Tax—weren’t we?
Well, for whatever reason we were doing it, I wanted more. I liked the feeling of him inside me—it made me feel hot and powerful somehow, maybe because I was the one in charge of the penetration. At any rate, I was no scared little virgin—I’d had years to imagine this moment and right now I just wanted it to never end.
I started to lower myself down some more but Laish caught me by the hips.
“Slowly, Gwendolyn,” he murmured. “Take it slowly, darling—an inch at a time.”
I didn’t want to go slow but I couldn’t deny the exquisitely erotic charge I got from feeling another thick inch of his shaft penetrate my overheated pussy. And then another and another. Laish paused often, possibly waiting to see if the barrier would break but maybe just t
o give me time to get used to his thickness inside me. I could feel him stretching my inner walls but in a good way—it hurt just a tiny bit but it also felt amazing, being opened by him.
In fact, I didn’t feel any real pain until the moment he finally bottomed out inside me with the broad head of his cock pressing against the end of my channel. The moment that happened, I felt a sharp little pain—almost a bite—if that makes any sense, deep inside me.
“Oh!” I gasped and jerked in his arms.
Laish looked at me with concern.
“What is it, mon ange? Are you having pain? Do you wish me to pull out?”
“No…no, it’s all right.” The sharp little pain had faded as quickly as it had come. It reminded me of the way girlfriends of mine had described their first time when a guy pierced their hymen. But owing to my childhood accident, I didn’t have that—so what was the pain about?
“Are you sure you’re all right?” Laish asked again. He was holding perfectly still, watching me closely. “I don’t want you to have any pain, mon ange. Please tell me if you are.”
“I did but it was only for a minute,” I said. “I don’t know what it was but it’s over now.”
“You’re certain?” He looked at me sternly. “Tell me honestly.”
“I am,” I promised. “It doesn’t hurt at all now. I just feel kind of really…full.” I had never had anything so large inside me before and it took a moment of adjustment to get used to. I could feel him stretching my inner walls without even moving—he was throbbing within me, his thickness opening me completely, owning me utterly in a way no man had ever done.
“Look down,” Laish murmured, nodding to the place where we were joined. “Look and see me filling you completely, Gwendolyn.”
I did as he said and bit back a little gasp at the erotic sight of his thick cock thrust to the root inside my pussy.
“Can you feel me inside you, mon ange?” Laish murmured, his eyes burning into mine. “Can you feel the head of my cock kissing the mouth of your womb?”
“Y-yes,” I whispered brokenly. “Goddess, it feels so good…so right.”
“It feels right to me too, my darling,” he said softly.
“But it’s still not enough to pay the Sin Tax and break the barrier,” I said.
He shook his head. “No, it seems we must go even further. You must fuck yourself on me, mon ange.”
“I…I…” I hardly knew what to say. Of course it was my sin so I had to be the one committing it but it seemed so lewd, somehow, to work myself on him like that, to pump up and down and press his thick cock in and out of my pussy so shamelessly.
“Do not worry, Gwendolyn,” he murmured. “I will help you soon but you must set the rhythm—you must start the act yourself.”
“All right.” Biting my lip in concentration, I gripped his broad shoulders hard and raised myself up a few inches. I could feel part of his thickness slipping out of me and then I came back down, feeling the wide head press hard against the end of my channel again. It felt even better than I had imagined so I did it again…and then again.
“Gods…” Laish groaned, his hands tightening on my hips. “Yes, that’s right, mon ange—ride me. Ride my cock with your sweet, hot cunt—fuck yourself on my shaft.”
His deliciously naughty words turned me on, making me want to do even more. But I couldn’t do it alone.
“Help me,” I told him, gripping his shoulders tighter. “Help me, Laish. Fuck me. Please, I…I want you to. I need you too.”
He seemed to like it when I talked dirty back to him. His eyes glowed like ruby coals and his grip on my hips tightened even more.
“As my lady wishes,” he growled and then he was thrusting up into me, meeting the rhythm I had set and adding his own to it. Then he pulled me close and sucked one of my sensitive peaks into his mouth, pressing hard and deep inside me as he suckled my nipple until I thought I would die or explode or both.
“Laish…Laish!” I moaned, burying my fingers in his hair and urging him on. “Please, yes…please, more.”
He released my nipple for a moment.
“I’ll give you more, mon ange. I’ll give you as much as you can handle…and beyond.” Then he sucked my other nipple into his mouth and began thrusting even more deeply into me, pounding hard as though he wanted to leave an imprint of himself—as though he wanted to own me completely and leave his mark on me to prove that ownership.
Fucking me—oh Goddess, he’s really fucking me now, I thought deliriously. But though I knew it was wrong, I no longer cared. I didn’t care about anything but the delicious sensation of having his thickness so deep and hard within me, of feeling this pleasure I had been denied for so many years at last.
And then Laish reached between us and began stroking the side of my swollen clit with his thumb, sliding over my wet, open folds as he thrust deep inside me and sucked my tender nipple deep into his mouth.
The triple sensation was just too much. I felt the pleasure that had been building and building inside me beginning to come to a peak. But at the same time, something else was happening inside me.
I had a sudden vision of a golden cord, a rope that was wrapped around my heart, tugging and tightening with each deep thrust of Laish’s shaft inside me. And the other end of the cord went directly to him. It seemed to be trying to connect to him. But why? And how?
Just then two things happened at once that drove the strange vision out of my mind. I felt the tension inside me break and my orgasm began washing over me like a warm tide, pleasure tingling through every nerve in my body like electricity.
At the same time, I felt that familiar quivering in the air all around us. The barrier was breaking! We had done it!
“Laish,” I gasped, looking at him. “Did you feel it? Did you feel it break? We paid the tax!”
“Not quite,” he growled.
“Yes, we did!” I insisted breathlessly. “Quick, pull out of me! Pull out before you come!”
“No.” To my surprise, he gripped my hips even harder and thrust deep inside me, pressing the head of his cock hard to the end of my channel.
“Laish,” I begged, unable to understand why he was doing this. “Laish, please—you said—”
“I said I would keep you safe, whatever the price.” His eyes burned into mine. “Well this is the price, Gwendolyn and now you must pay it.”
And then I felt him coming inside me—long, hard spurts that filled my pussy with his seed and ended my virginity forever, even by the standards of Hell.
“Laish, no!” I gasped as I felt the hot cum bathing the mouth of my womb and overflowing to leak out of me. But it didn’t matter how much leaked out—he kept filling me, over and over, spurting deep inside me as though he was determined to claim me completely, as though he would never let me go.
His cum inside me seemed to have a strange effect on me. Despite my insistence that he pull out and my worry over what was happening, I felt another orgasm building inside me, this one even deeper than before.
I didn’t want to come again—what I wanted was to get him out of me. But I couldn’t help it—I felt my inner walls spasming around his thick shaft, milking him for the seed he continued to pump into my open, helpless pussy. It was almost as if my own body was betraying me—trying to get as much of his hot cum inside me as it could when I knew it was the exact opposite of what I should be doing.
“Laish,” I moaned. “Laish, please!” But I couldn’t stop coming and neither, it seemed, could he.
At that moment I had another quick flash of vision—the golden cord that connected us was now tied around his heart as well. I could see it so well I could almost count every fiber of its twisted golden strands.
Then the flash of vision was gone and the moment was over. It was so brief I wondered if it wasn’t some kind of a waking dream—a wish my heart had made that could never come true. As it ended, I came back to myself and realized that it was finally over.
Laish had finished and w
as pulling out of me, leaving me feeling empty and used and alone.
Chapter Thirty-one
Laish
“Why?” she asked me as I pushed her gently off my lap and laid her on the bed. “Why didn’t you stop?” Tears of hurt and rage were standing in her lovely green eyes, making my heart ache. “Why didn’t you stop when I asked you to? The barrier was broken. If you would have just pulled out—”
“Forgive me,” I said roughly, covering her with the pale yellow bedspread. “But I am, after all, a demon. Did you really think I could deny my nature to despoil indefinitely?”
I wanted desperately to explain my actions to her—to let her know the real reason behind my betrayal. But I knew my true motivations wouldn’t make her feel any better—if anything they would make her feel worse. Better to let her think that I didn’t care and had been acting as any demon would be expected to act.
Better to let her learn to hate me now.
“But…you said you cared about me. You said you loved me.” Her voice broke on that last words, making me feel as though my own blackened heart was breaking as well.
“I said many things. Some of them I even meant.” I could bear no more of this. I stood abruptly and started dressing. “Rest now, Gwendolyn. I have something to attend to,” I told her.
“So that’s it? You took my virginity and now you’re leaving me?”
“Only for a little while.” I kept my face set—calm and impassive. I had no intention of showing her my true feelings lest she suspect what I was going to do.
“But the barrier…the Abyss…I have to close the door…”
“You can worry about that later. For now, rest,” I told her.
“As if I could after what you did to me.” Her voice was filled with bitterness that pierced me like a sword. “I thought you cared about me,” she whispered. “And you made me care about you.”
“A lesson, perhaps, for the future.” I pulled on my jacket, forcing myself to continue dressing though I wanted nothing more than to take her in my arms and beg her forgiveness. “I’m going,” I said. “You need have no fear as long as you stay inside the tent—it is spelled for your safety. I will leave the thrak with you as well for protection.” I pulled the evil-looking, black-bladed knife from under the bed where I had stored it and placed it by her feet.
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