My body drew up tight as a bow as the most amazing pleasure pain wracked my body. “Too much… Lucien…” That fear that I’d been holding at bay struggled to come forth but his mind held mine enthralled as he continued pounding into me relentlessly.
And then it happened, that feeling grew and spread from my middle to the place where we were joined. “Cum on my cock!” His words, have mercy! I squeezed down hard on my inner muscles as if that would somehow hold back the influx of what I felt coming, but it only worked against me.
Instead of staving off the orgasm I felt building inside me it only helped bring it on harder, stronger. He touched something inside me just then and sparks went off inside my head. My hips were no longer moving, my whole body had gone stiff and the only thing that moved was that place deep inside that pulsed around his rutting cock.
“That’s it, cum for me my sweet little fairy!” I screamed long and hard as my body betrayed me and as he slammed his hard length into me over and over it felt like I was on one long orgasmic high.
Now, now he’ll kill me I’m sure. No one can endure such pleasure and live surely. I felt something hot and sweet explode inside me and realized he was sharing his seed with me just as I plateaued in sexual bliss. Oh no!
I tried pulling away but it was too late, and my body just accepted, sucking up his seed like life giving water. My eyes widened as I felt something hot and hard open inside me and pain like a cutting knife burned. He was in my womb.
I saw a soul, that’s what I know the small ball of light that seemed to emanate between our bodies meant, and I thought that the end was near.
“What have you done? You’ve killed me.” I felt tears gather in my eyes as I looked down at the floating light. Is this how it had been for those other two?
“No, I gave you my child, there’s a difference.” His words spoken so nonchalantly stopped my flow of tears. Only then did I remember the conversation we’d had the last time we met. Was that only last night?
I felt a slight sting and we both looked down between us where the light was still disappearing inside me as if being swallowed up by my flesh. He pressed his hand against my middle as if ensuring that our child didn’t escape. Our child! I didn’t think about the fear of bearing a child for one such as he. Instead I felt a strange warmth seep into my bones and knew that I would never be the same.
I felt his cock flex inside me and only then realized that we were still joined together, that he was still buried deep inside me. He didn’t feel any less…endowed. That stiff hardness still stretched me painfully.
I felt him leave my womb and the pain was gone, but I was too boneless to move. He let my feet down from around his hips and grabbed my hand after fixing his clothes and mine, dragging me along behind him down the dark alley in the opposite direction from where I should be heading.
“Where are you taking me?” I tugged on my arm but he only tightened his hold.
“Home.”
“My home is that way.”
“Not anymore.”
Natalia
Is he crazy? “Are you insane?” He didn’t bother to answer as he dragged me along to the low-slung sports car at the end of the alley. He pulled open the passenger door and got me seated inside before strapping me in and moving around to the other side.
He threw the car in gear and peeled away as if expecting me to jump out and run. “Hey, slow down, you drive like Annalise.”
“You mean the bitch?” My mouth dropped open in surprise. I don’t recall him meeting my sisters and how dare he?
“My sister is not a bitch.” I folded my arms and glared out the windshield as every reason why I shouldn’t be here with him came rushing back to my mind. I wanted to smile and grin though because the butterflies in my tummy were a very good indication that I was still alive.
I felt euphoria that that part was over, and now that it was I’m wondering just what exactly had happened between our ancestors that had made things go so wrong? Granted between my thighs ached and there was a sweet dull pain somewhere inside me that made it hard to sit even on the butter smooth seat of his very expensive car, but all in all, no real harm done.
“She’s the epitome of it; at least what humans think it is anyway.” Did his voice always sound like that? Like molten gold poured over ice? Maybe it was just a leftover from what we’d just shared back there but it was doing strange things to my nerve endings.