A Throne of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 2)

“Hmm,” I said, uncomfortably full at the moment, needing to get used to this second assault to my senses.

He read me easily, leaving it in that position while he slowly worked his dick in my pussy. As my body reacted to his cock and the clit vibrator, he started pushing the big vibrator in a little more. Then more, until it was all the way in.

The fullness was indescribable, and the vibration made everything that much more fucking awesome.

I used my knees to push harder into Nyfain. He took the hint again, putting down the clit vibrator and grabbing my hip. He yanked me back and slammed into me, keeping hold of the second vibrator. Again. Again, and then he started moving the vibrator, too, working it in my ass in time with his thrusts into my pussy. I now knew what that woman felt like taking two cocks. I understood her moans of pleasure. The sensations quadrupled by the feeling of being stretched and full. The vibration, his thrusts, the friction…

“Yes,” I breathed, my nipples hard. “Oh goddess yes,” I said, taken outside of my body. Pummeled. Fucked hard in both holes. On the verge. “Yes!”

I came violently, shaking and pulling my head up, everything going tight. The pleasure vibrated through me. I groaned long and low, and he stopped moving but kept his cock and the vibrator buried deeply, dragging out the orgasm.

“Oh fuck yes,” I said, dropping my head back again. “Again. Fuck me in the ass, Nyfain.”

“You’re so goddess-damned sexy,” he said, pulling the vibrator from me quickly, leaving an empty feeling behind. His cock pulled out a moment later, and my stomach fluttered with the knowledge of what was coming. Another of our firsts together.

“Yes, Nyfain,” I said, desire soaking me. “Fuck me in the ass.”

He swore under his breath, intense lust lighting up the bond. From both of us.

His cock prodded my ass. He pushed in slow, bigger than the vibrator. When he met resistance, the smaller vibrator clicked on again, applied to my clit. He pulled out and then pushed forward, working me, easing past the barrier and deeper. Deeper still.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed out as he seated himself all the way in, uncomfortably but gloriously full. He wrapped his hand around my thigh as he pulled out, and then pulled me to him as he worked back in. The pleasure came slower, but the vibration on my clit patched the difference, keeping me steady. When he got moving, new sensations wrapped around me. Deeper, naughtier. He pumped into my ass, and I moved my hands until my fingers were curled around the straps, holding on for dear life. His grunts set me on fire. My animal soaked in the feelings, loving this. The vibrator sent me over the edge.

“Holy fuck, Nyfain!” I cried out, shaking with an orgasm.

He kept going, though, not there yet, sending me over the edge and then pulling me up so I could go higher and higher yet. Nothing else existed but the feeling of his body.

When he pulled out, likely cleaned off, and thrust back into my pussy, it was like the final piece clicked into place. I didn’t want to do any of this with anyone else ever again. It was his touch I wanted. His heart connected with mine.

He put the vibrator down and grabbed my hips again, his thrusts reverent, the feelings through the bond deep and soulful.

“Come with me this time, baby,” he said, his fingers massaging my clit now. I knew without asking that he wanted this final time to be just us. No vibrators.

I wanted no impediments between us either.

“Take me out of this thing first,” I said. “Take off the blindfold. I want to see you.”

He didn’t argue or hesitate. He stopped, unstrapped me, and lifted me from the swing. He pulled off my blindfold and smiled at me, wiping the moisture from under my eyes from where I’d teared up choking on his cock. I let my gaze travel his handsome face for a moment before settling on his beautiful eyes. He bent to kiss my lips, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. We sank to the heated floor, he on his butt and me on top of him, wrapped in each other’s arms.

I rose a little so he could line us up and sat down again, impaling myself on him. I moved my lips to his ear and murmured the thing I knew his dragon wanted to hear. That thing my animal had said would somehow make him stronger.

“Come inside of me, Nyfain. Brand me as yours.”

He snarled, his arms constricting. He gripped my shoulders with one hand and my hair with the other, holding me tight as he thrust up into me. Rolling me onto my back, the floor nice and warm, he pumped in deeper and trapped me under his big body. There he rammed into me like a man possessed, his primal side taking over and wanting to do exactly what I’d suggested.