She grins, wetting her lips once more until her mouth is glistening, then slides my cock inside.
I hiss in a breath, my eyes pinching shut as the sensation overwhelms me, but no, no, I can’t close my eyes to this, even if watching her will make me come far sooner than I want to.
My eyes snap open and I stare down at her. She pops my head out of her mouth, a trail of spit connecting us, and starts licking up my shaft with cat-like delicacy.
“What are you doing, little bird?” I whisper to her, my hands sinking into her hair at the top of her head. “Do you want me defenseless?”
She grins. Yes. She does. She may be lost to the inhibition right now, no deep thoughts or feelings, only the strong urge to fuck and give pleasure and revel in God-like behaviour, but she wants that from me. Wants to undo me, to get in my head and under my skin.
I’ll let her. Just for today, just for now.
She wants me to defile her. I will defile every inch.
And she can do the same to me.
She goes at me and I am leveled. It takes all my strength to stay on my damn feet, she’s sucking me off like she’s been starved for weeks, famished, ravenous, unable to get her needs met.
The whole time she does this, her teeth grazing the top in an expert way, her tongue as it strokes up the underside, she keeps her eyes on me. Even when she’s taking me so deep—fuck—how is she not choking? I’m literally crammed inside her mouth, down her throat—I can feel her tonsils.
This isn’t natural. I don’t know how she’s able to do this the way she is, I’ll chalk it up to a side effect of the crystal water, but I’m not able to think about it too much because with each savage suck of her mouth I feel less like a God, more like I’m operating on a lizard brain. All feeling, no thought.
Luckily, she seems to be feeling the same way, too.
I watch her, feeling crazed. I need to fucking come so bad it makes my bones hurt.
She pulls my dick out of her mouth for a moment, then tilts her head, her fingers digging into the skin of my backside. She tugs herself forward, placing my balls in her mouth.
Fuck! I nearly stagger, weak at the knees.
She works them with the right combination of rough hands and soft mouth, cupping them, licking them, sucking them. Her lips feel like velvet. Then she pulls back and smiles up at me with her perfectly wet mouth and it takes my damn breath away.
I married her.
I am actually married to this woman, this mortal, this little bird, this fairy girl.
My Hanna.
How did I not know she could do this?
That’s it. I need to move my bedroom to these caves. I’m not leaving this place. This will become our new home.
“I’m going to come, fairy girl,” I tell her, my fist tightening in her hair. I’ve messed up her braid into a wild mane of tangles that reminds me of sex.
“Then come,” she says in a throaty voice before sliding my cock back between her lips.
I’ll be hard again in a moment anyway, hard enough to fuck her into infinity, so I let myself go. Relinquish all control. Give it to her.
My body gets warmer, tighter, then I come with a deep moan that makes the crystals around the cave chime, pouring down her throat.
She swallows, takes all of me in with gusto, even when I keep coming and coming.
Finally, my hips still against her head and I release her hair, hoping I didn’t hurt her. For as soft as she is, she seems to like her fucking rough and hard, but even so I don’t want to cause her pain unless she wants it.
But from the way she pulls me out of her mouth and gives me a wicked smile, delicately wiping some cum from the corners of her lips, I know she probably didn’t feel a thing.
“My turn,” she says, settling back in the water, on her hands and knees. It’s shallow enough that the water only covers her wrists.
A low rumble comes from my chest at the sight of her, waving her perky perfect ass at me. I had her like this the other day, something that surprised me. I enjoyed punishing her as I did, even though she still won in the end when I let her come.
But I don’t want to play that game today, not here, not when she’s so open and vulnerable and willing. I feel like I could take her in any way I wanted and she would be grateful, I feel like I could ask her any question, and she would be honest.