Chapter-89: killing the assassin when he was at his most vulnerable
"G-gods…! Mmmnfph…! Yes! Right there…!" He ate her like a starved man. His tongue plunged inside her, f*cking her with short, hard strokes. Splurt... Glrk... The damp, messy sounds filled the room.
He circled her clit with the very tip of his tongue, a relentless, dizzying motion that had her thrashing beneath him. He sucked the tiny, swollen bud into his mouth, and her entire body went rigid, a silent scream on her lips before a torrent of ecstasy ripped through her.
Her climax was loud and damp, her juices coating his chin as she ground herself against his face, milking every last shuddering wave of pleasure. He didn't let up, gentling his tongue until she was a boneless, trembling mess, pushing weakly at his head. "Too… too much…"
She panted, her chest heaving, making her spent, sensitive cherries brush against the coarse hair on his chest. The sensation drew another fractured moan from her. He raised above her, his own need a painful, throbbing demand.
He freed his meat rod, thick and veined and angrily red. He positioned himself at her soaked entrance, the head nudging against her softness. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice thick. Her eyes, glazed with pretended overwhelm, fluttered open.
She gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. He drove into her in one brutal, claiming thrust. "Yessss…!" The word was torn from both of them. Her inner walls clenched around him like a silken fist, a perfect, exquisite tightness that stole the air from his lungs.
Her head fell back, a string of incoherent pleas and moans pouring from her lips. "So full… oh, you're so… big… mmmph… fills me up…" He began to move, setting a punishing rhythm from the start.
Each thrust was a deep, bottoming out plunge that jarred the rickety bed frame, the rhythmic thump… thump… thump… beating a tempo against the wall. Her body jiggled and bounced with the force of his drive, a mesmerizing spectacle of undulating flesh.
Her perfect fruits bounced in time, a lewd, beautiful rhythm that fueled his frenzy. He pounded her like it was a conquest, grinding his hips against her, making sure she felt every inch.
He leaned down, capturing one of her bouncing melons in his mouth again, sucking hard as he pistoned into her. Her cries became higher, more desperate. "Yes! Harder! Don't stop! Don't ever stop! Mmmnpfh! I'm… I'm gonna…"
Another climax seized her, this one even more violent than the first. Her lower mouth milked his meat rod in rhythmic, convulsive pulses, a damp, squeezing heat that almost ended him right there. He gritted his teeth, snarling, and rode it out, never breaking his rhythm.
He flipped her onto her hands and knees without withdrawing. The new angle made her gasp, and the view was breathtaking.
Her ass was high in the air, her back arched deeply and from behind he could watch his slick, glistening meat rod disappear over and over into her tight little pink hole with clinging warmth.
Slap… slap… splat…. the sound of their bodies meeting, damp and sharp.
He gripped her hips and his fingers digging into the soft flesh and drove into her with abandon. He reached around, his hand finding her clit, rubbing frantic, rough circles as he pounded into her.
"Gah…! Oh gods! There! Right there! Mmmph! I can't... I can't take it!" she screamed, her voice cracking, but she pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, her body contradicting her words perfectly.
He felt his own end approaching, a coiling, burning tension in his balls. He pistoned into her, once, twice, three more times, and then with a roar that was pure instinctive triumph, he came.
Hot, thick streams of sticky white milk shot deep inside her, a seemingly endless eruption that had him seeing stars. Splurt… Splurt... Gush… He collapsed over her back, spent, his body slick with sweat, his muscles screaming in exhaustion.
He rolled off, landing on his back beside her, breathing in ragged, ragged gulps of air. The room spun. He'd… he'd never… six times? Seven…? He'd lost count. He felt utterly drained, hollowed out, every ounce of his famed strength siphoned away by this delicate, tender girl.
He lay there for long moments, his heartbeat a dull drum in his ears. He just needed a minute. Just one minute to gather the strength to finish the job, to take the ring… To slit that beautiful, pale throat….
He turned his head on the pillow to look at her. She was lying on her side again, facing him. Her eyes were clear, lucid. The pretended fear, the overwhelmed vulnerability, was gone. In its place was a small, mysterious smile playing on her kiss-swollen lips.
Her hand came up and she began to slowly, idly, trace the muscles of his chest. "You look tired," she whispered, her voice now a low, smoky thing, full of a power he was only just beginning to comprehend.
He tried to respond, to muster a threat, a command. All that came out was a hoarse, exhausted croak. Her smile widened as her fingers trailed lower, down his stomach, through the damp hair, bypassing his softening, oversensitive meat rod and coming to rest on his inner thigh.
Her touch was like a brand. "Don't worry," she purred, her eyes holding his, gleaming in the moonlight. She slowly leaned forward and kissed him to share a passionate kiss between them but the hand of Mohini that is behind his head took out a dagger from her space.
She aimed it carefully and plunged it straight through the back of his neck where the backbone and the brain connects cutting off his connection with the body and the brain. His eyes widened with shock at this moment unable to react to the situation.
Mohini did not stay there but got off the bed and looked at the man on the bed with a smile and said. "Do you really think that I don't know why you came to me? But you really know how to pleasure a woman. Unfortunately I cannot let you go back."
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