She rolled our hips while massaging our clit. Liking the feeling, she slowly rocked back and forth, working him inside of us. Feeling the brutal torment of teasing up the gloriously slow build.
He moaned softly. “Yes,” he breathed out. His whole body was flexed, his legs shaking. We were driving him to the brink.
My animal grinned wickedly.
Shit. Here came the games.
“Because of all the stress to get you inside of me,” she purred, rocking forward and massaging our clit, “I’m going to come on your cock, and you’re just going to sit there and take it.”
He laughed softly, his abs shaking. She traced them with our fingertips.
“I take it back,” he murmured. “It wasn’t the goddess who made you—it was her evil twin.”
“Watch me, Nyfain.”
His eyes opened slowly, hooded and soaked with lust. They slid down our front, taking in every inch. Every detail. His gaze lingered on our fingers massaging our clit and our hips rolling slowly, taking him in deep before releasing him. His cock shone with our wetness, disappearing once again into our tightly stretched pussy.
He sucked in a tortured breath. His fingers curled into fists.
“I can’t… I…” His jaw clenched, and my animal laughed, delighted.
“Ladies go first. Didn’t the man tell you? He must’ve learned that from the books he just read.”
He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, rolling his head. His hips bucked, searing into us. Pleasure blistered. We moaned, running our hands down our front and lightly pinching our sensitive nipples.
“Watch me, Nyfain,” she whispered. “I like when you watch me.”
“Fuck,” he murmured, glowing eyes blinking back open. “You will pay for this.”
“I hope so.” She smiled languidly, because she held all the power right now.
She worked a nipple as she moved on his cock. Up slowly, tantalizing, then grinding back down. His hips gave little thrusts he clearly couldn’t control. We had him on the absolute edge, and it was driving us insane with raw lust.
She breathed hard now, working faster. She rose on his cock and then crashed back down, a tiny bit of pain morphing into the sort of pleasure that couldn’t be put into words or sung about in songs. It was pleasure gifted by the goddess for which mortals would endure the trials and tribulations of mundane life. A pleasure the demons tried to mimic and got completely wrong.
“Suck on my nipples, Nyfain,” she said, rolling and bucking, massaging our clit. The pressure was incredible, filling every inch of our body and burning hot in our core. Every sensation pushed us higher. Every movement sent a vibrating blend of incredible bliss rolling through us. “Now.”
Nyfain’s mouth enveloped our nipple and sucked aggressively. The world slid sideways.
“Oh shit!” She drove down onto him, suddenly out of control. She bucked and labored, on fire with pleasure. She gripped his hair tightly and pushed our breasts at him, holding him to our right nipple. “Bite a little.”
His teeth pinched just perfectly. His hands held our waist, his fingers digging into our flesh, trying to hold on for dear life. He’d said he’d stay strong, and she was taking him at his word. Pushing him to see if he’d break. Hoping he didn’t.
She rode him hard now, lifting and dropping down with all our weight. The dull ache was back, but fuck, it was glorious. He rolled his tongue around our nipple then bit again.
We exploded with the orgasm, crying out our pleasure. She yanked his head back and kissed him, hard and needy, out of breath. Broken. Everything in us had fractured, and now we needed him to put the pieces back together.
He caught us as we melted around him, boneless and in ecstasy.
He didn’t speak for a long moment, and it occurred to me that he was holding his breath. He sucked in air, holding us tightly, obviously still trying for control.
“I have never, in my life,” he whispered hoarsely, “received a command that was as hard to follow as that one. You better prepare that little pussy, my evil goddess. I’m about to unload all my frustration.”
He yanked our hair back and thrust with all the force and power that we knew he was capable of. His cock slammed home. We cried out, not expecting the delicious brutality—and liking it.
His hips crashed against ours. He rolled us, his arms around us to stop our back from grinding into the hard dirt. He rammed his hips forward mercilessly, pounding his cock into our body. His kiss tore us away from this world and thrust us into a different plane altogether, where the only thing that existed was his presence. A dozen hard, brutal plunges, and he was up again, swinging us around.
She clung on for dear life, stretched around him, trapped in his arms. He slammed us against a smooth-barked tree, pulled out, spun us around, and shoved us forward. Our palms slapped the tree trunk. She barely had enough time to suck in a startled breath before he thrust again from behind. His cock pushed deeper into our hot depths, hitting new heights. She cried out, full beyond belief. We couldn’t take all of him. We couldn’t take all of this.