Violet, the Spirit of Lust [Part-4]
"Ohhhhhh FUCK!"
The purple glow that burst forth from the coupling of Victor and Violet filled the room with a radiant mist, casting shadowy outlines on the walls. It pulsed, as if animate, then gradually dissipated to leave behind detailed symbols carved into Victor's pelvis. They curled and wound like tattoos, dark purple and forebodingly lovely, each one a sign of the binding pact between him and Violet. Usually, Victor would have appreciated the workmanship, but now his mind was much too taken up with the feeling of Violet against him.
All the ideas of pleasure he'd ever had about her were nothing next to the heat and constriction around his dick now. It wasn't lust—instead, it was completion. He was built for her, and she for him. Filling her was like finding a missing piece of himself he didn't even know he had, and withdrawing from that heat was unimaginable.
Violet's gasps and moans echoed his own desperate hunger. She thrashed beneath him, the tightness of his cock fitting her pussy as if designed for her alone. Even she, lust's great spirit, who had known so many pleasures and ruled so many lovers, became completely absorbed in this one union. The presence of any other man became irrelevant, distant. All she could hunger for was the body against hers, the way his dick was so perfectly fitted, completing her.
Victor's body shook, not knowing if it was nerves or expectation—or possibly a combination of both. He was an Earthman, a trans man who had tasted the pleasure of many women, but Violet made him believe that he had never really known ecstasy before this moment. His fingers clamped onto her hips, drawing her impossibly nearer, feeling her shiver when they stroked in tandem. Each gasp, each slippery touch, every little cry from her mouth sent shivers down his back, setting fire to spots he hadn't known he possessed.
And yet, underlying the want was a still, almost gentle yearning. Victor's mind strayed for an instant to his family hunger, where he was from, what life lay behind him—but it was no use thinking when Violet's heat enfolded him so thoroughly. She had him, body and soul, and he gave over gladly. Each thrust, each stroke, each low, desperate groan pulled them closer together, tying them in a surprise ecstasy neither of them had imagined.
Time dragged on, senseless, until all nerves shrieked and all muscle ached, every movement triggering ripples of pleasure so overwhelming they could not be put into words. Victor's hips moved instinctively, rolling to meet Violet with precise, rhythmic synchrony. Her fingernails bit into his back, Continue onto the next page nails scraping across his skin, while her mouth flattened against his shoulder, whispering and panting his name over and over. They were halves of the same craving, submerged in the tempest of their own passion.
Both were groaning helplessly even after a matter of seconds of being together, shivering under the incessant thrills. Violet's cunt tightened around his penis greedily, her body convulsing with desire. She rode him with her hands lightly placed on his chest, relishing every pulse, every throb, every quiver that passed through both of them. Some of the flames burning within them originated from the residual energy of the contract ritual, but the bulk of it was a product of their sheer compatibility—two bodies made to drive the other mad.
Victor's breath hitched. The pleasure was almost unbearable, surging through him in relentless waves. "I'm coming!" he gasped, voice breaking under the weight of sensation. Violet's hips jerked in perfect unison, her own moan escaping her throat. "Damn… I'm coming too!" Her body reacted with the same urgent intensity, muscles clenching and trembling as if every nerve had been set ablaze.
She could not restrain herself, Victor hoisting her up, driving deeper into her, their bodies quivering together as they crashed in a maelstrom of desire. Violet settled down onto him, holding her arms fast around his shoulders, claiming his mouth in a burning, wild kiss as their initial orgasm struck at the same time. His semen poured into her straining, willing pussy, each beat answered by her rapturous squeezing and trembling. He sensed not only the raw joy of letting go but also the sublime feeling of Violet's wet warmth consuming him, each motion driving him higher.
Their embrace continued, gentling, but the shock of their initial climax still coursed through every nerve. Victor wrapped his arms about her, gasping, and gazed down at her with an almost demure affection. "It was the best I've ever done in my life… But I thought it would last longer…"
Violet glared at him for an instant, a mocking gleam in her eyes, allowing his worried look to hang before she finally laughed out loud. "Hahahaha… Idiot!!!"
"It was good to be quick to finish the contract on time, but that is by no means over."
Victor blinked, a combination of confusion and wonder writhing inside him. He wasn't seasoned at romance—hell, he struggled with the most basic aspects of desire—and neither were his sisters. His head reeled with erroneous assumptions, stumbling around concepts he'd only partially understood previously. Violet, though, didn't dally. Her fingers drifted over his chest, sensing the heat and tension gathering under his shirt, and her eyes sparkled with taunting conviction.
"Your dick is still hard, right?" she whispered, letting her lips curl into a mischievous smile. "I can feel it pressing deep inside me, so thick and eager, and while it's this hard… oh, Victor, we're going to have so much fun."
Victor's heart pounded as comprehension gradually rose. Every word, every step, etched out a scene he'd only ever seen in shadows and hearsay. His dick pounded against his skin, yearning to go, to discover, to fill her to the brim. His nerves thrummed with excitement, but need was so much greater than fear. "I… I will love it," he panted, words quivering but hungry.
Violet laughed, low and husky, the sound encircling him like a soft caress. She turned, their bodies rolling in perfect motion so that he was on top of her now, his arms propped beside her shoulders, her legs wrapped around his back in a possessive hold. Her eyes held him in place, wide and open, her dark eyes burning with a combination of desire and authority. She spoke slowly, deliberately, letting each word sink into him and set his body on fire.
"So fuck me as hard as you can!"