~LENORA'S POV
"Please don't stop." Immediately the words dropped from my mouth, our lips connected into a more fiery and passionate kiss that left my core aching for something to grip.
I started lifting my hips up, grinding on Alaric, so as to feel a little bit of motion but he withdrew his lips from mine.
I watched how his eyes, although blind, shone with a silver glow which seemed to be burning his iris.
The sight of it made me more wet than I already was. He looked so good, and it felt like I was about to be fucked by a god.
He trailed his mouth down my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there, before descending lower, his breath hot against my stomach.
My heart pounded when I felt him hook his fingers into the waistband of my panties, sliding them down my legs slowly, exposing my slick folds to the cool air.
I shivered, my body arching instinctively toward him.
He settled between my legs, his broad shoulders forcing them wider apart. I felt the first brush of his lips against my inner thigh, teasing the sensitive skin just inches from where I needed him most.
Then, without warning, his mouth latched onto my pussy, his tongue flattening against my clit in a long, slow lick as he traced his tongue from my slit to my clit, sending jolts of pleasure racing up my spine.
I gasped, my hands flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the silver strands as he sucked my clit into his mouth, his lips sealing around the swollen bud with firm pressure.
He hummed against me, the vibration making my hips buck, and I moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the stone walls.
His tongue delved lower, lapping at my entrance, tasting the wetness that coated my folds. He pushed his tongue inside me, thrusting it in and out in shallow strokes, mimicking what I craved from his cock.
My moans grew louder, breathy and desperate, as he alternated between sucking my clit hard enough to make my toes curl and licking broad stripes up my slit.
One hand slid up my thigh, his fingers parting my lips further, and then he pressed a thick digit against my entrance, sliding it in slowly. The stretch burned just a little, but the fullness made me whimper, my walls clenching around him.
"So good," he growled, adding a second finger, scissoring them to stretch me out.
He curled them upward, hitting that spot deep within that made stars burst behind my eyelids. I cried out, my body trembling as he fingerfucked me steadily, his mouth never leaving my clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue.
"I'm gonna eat you till your pussy knows the feel of my tongue." His words sent a fresh wave of heat through me, and he sucked harder, his fingers pumping faster, the wet sounds of my arousal filling the room.
My moans turned into sobs of pleasure, my back arching off the bed, thighs quivering around his head as he devoured me relentlessly, pushing me toward the edge with every lick and thrust.
After he had eaten me up, leaving me panting and boneless, my pussy throbbing from the intensity, I managed to find my voice.
"Take off your pants, I-I also want to taste you." I breathed.
Alaric rose up, his lips glistening with my juices, a satisfied smirk curling his mouth as he loosened the rope of his pant before shoving it down his hips.
His cock sprang free, thick and heavy. He kicked the pant aside before lying back on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.
"Sit on my face." He commanded, his voice husky, guiding my hips with his strong hands until I straddled his chest, facing his feet.
I shifted forward, lowering myself onto his waiting mouth, and he groaned as his tongue plunged back into my pussy, lapping eagerly while I hovered over him.
From this angle, I took in the sight of his monstrous veiny cock, standing rigid against his stomach, the angry red cap flushed and leaking pre-cum that trailed down the shaft in shiny rivulets.
It looked impossibly thick, veins pulsing along its length, the head swollen and begging for attention.
I leaned down, wrapping my hand around the base, feeling the heat and hardness throb in my grip. I licked the tip first, tasting the salty bead, then stretched my lips around the head, sucking gently as I bobbed my head.
My mouth couldn't fit around his cock to the base and so, I used my hands for parts my mouth couldn't contain as pre-cum didn't stop oozing out of it.
My tongue swirled around the ridge, tracing every vein, while my hands stroked the lower half in firm twists.
He thrust up slightly into my mouth, his hips flexing, and I moaned around him, the vibration making him growl against my pussy as we indulged in the sixty-nine position.
Our bodies locked in mutual pleasure, his tongue fucking me deep while I sucked him harder, saliva dripping down his shaft.
All of a sudden, I was flipped on my back, the world spinning as Alaric's powerful arms maneuvered me effortlessly. He loomed over me, his silver eyes gleaming with raw hunger, and positioned himself between my legs, his cock nudging at my entrance.
The tip pressed in slowly, stretching me inch by inch, and a sharp burn that made me gasp and tense escaped from my parted lips as the sensation overwhelmed me—it was my first time.
My nails dug into his shoulders, and he paused, kissing my forehead softly, whispering encouragements as he rocked his hips gently, letting me adjust to his girth.
"Breathe, Dove." he said, and I did, relaxing enough for him to sink deeper, filling me completely until his balls rested against my ass.
He first fucked me in a missionary position, my pussy gripping his length like a vice as he kissed me passionately in between his throaty groans.
Sweat dripping down our body and face, beads rolling from his temple to mix with mine on my cheek, our skin sliding slickly together with each thrust.
Alarics hand traced my body, fingers skimming over my ribs, down to my waist, before gripping my boobs firmly, kneading the soft flesh and playing with my nipples.
He pinched and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger, which made me whine, the sensation shooting straight to my core.
"Fuck, you feel so good dove." He said as he continued slamming into me relentlessly, his hips snapping forward with powerful strokes that made the bedframe creak, my body jolting with each impact.
I couldn't reply as I let out incomprehensible words in response.
My brain was foggy and all I could think of was the handsome man who hovered around me, his glinting silver eyes rolled to the back of his head in pure ecstasy.
He pulled out briefly, flipping me onto my hands and knees, my ass presented to him as he knelt behind me, the position making me feel exposed and vulnerable in the best way.
His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back onto his cock in one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt. I moaned, pushing back against him as he set a brutal pace, his pelvis slapping against my ass with wet smacks.
Alaric reached around, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing firm circles over the sensitive nub while he pounded into me, the dual stimulation making my vision blur.
My body rocked forward with each thrust, breasts swaying heavily, and I clawed at the sheets, crying out as the pressure built.
He pinched my clit lightly, then stroked faster, his other hand spanking my ass cheek sharply, the sting heightening everything.
"Come for me, Dove." He growled, and I shattered, my pussy clenching around his cock in pulsing waves, milking him until he followed, groaning as he spilled deep inside me, hot cum flooding my walls.
But we weren't done yet. In a blink of an eye, my back met the cold wall, the rough stone scraping against my skin as Alaric lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist.
Before I can comprehend what was happening, his dick had filled me in again as he fucked me like a beast against the wall, his thrusts wild and unforgiving, pinning me in place with his body.
I moaned his name "Alaric." the sound torn from my throat as pleasure coiled tight once more, my nails raking down his back.
He drove into me harder, grunting with each slam, until I cummed again, my pussy spasming around him.
He took me off the wall, his arms steady as he carried me to the desk, tossing away everything he had on his desk in a clatter of books and papers scattering to the floor.
He spread me whole before him, although he couldn't see me, but his hands guided my legs apart on the wooden surface, the edge digging into my ass.
His mouth met my clit as he sucked vigorously on the already reddened bud, drawing it between his lips and flicking it with his tongue, making my hips buck to meet his mouth.
Then, without pause, he plunged his cock deep into my hole, as I arched my back on the table, the wood creaking under us.
"We just started, little dove." He groaned as he picked up pace and fucked me into oblivion.
His hips pistoning relentlessly with one hand bracing beside me while the other teased my nipple, pulling me under in a haze of endless ecstasy.
>>>>>>>>ALARIC'S POV<<<<<<<<
I gripped the edges of the wooden table, my claws digging into the grain as I slammed my cock deep into Dove's tight pussy.
The force of my thrust rocked her body against the surface, her legs spread wide and hooked over my hips.
Even though darkness shrouded my vision, I could feel every inch of her yielding to me, her inner walls clenching around my shaft like a vice desperate to hold on.
Her skin was slick with sweat, hot and flushed under my palms as I drove forward again, faster this time, burying myself to the hilt.
The wet slap of our bodies colliding echoed in the chamber, mixing with her sharp gasps that turned into whimpers of pleasure.
My mind wandered for a split second, painting pictures I wished I could see. Her pussy, glistening with her arousal, stretching wide to take my length.
I imagined the way her folds parted, slick and swollen, hugging every ridge and vein of my cock as it plunged in and out.
The thought made me growl low in my throat, thrusting harder, deeper, feeling her body arch beneath me.
She was so small compared to my demonic form, yet she took me like she was made for it, her hips bucking up to meet my rhythm.
I leaned down, my chest pressing against her breasts, nipples hard and scraping against my skin.
One hand slid between us, fingers finding her clit swollen and throbbing. I rubbed it in firm circles, pressing just hard enough to make her cry out.
"Alaric!" she moaned, her voice breaking as her pussy spasmed around my cock. The sound of my name on her lips fueled the fire in my veins, and I pounded into her relentlessly, the table creaking under the assault.
Her moans grew louder, more frantic, her nails raking down my back, leaving trails of fire that only spurred me on.
I could smell her arousal thick in the air, musky and sweet, mingling with the scent of brimstone that always clung to me. My tongue flicked out, tasting the salt on her neck as I nipped at her skin.
But I wanted more, needed to taste her essence directly. With a deliberate slowness that contrasted my brutal thrusts, I pulled my cock out of her pussy, the sudden emptiness making her whine in protest.
Before she could beg, I dropped to my knees, the stone floor cold against my skin.
My hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider as I buried my face between her legs. My tongue extended, longer than any human's, stretching impossibly as it delved into her dripping hole.
I could feel the heat radiating from her core, the way her muscles fluttered around the intrusion. Deeper I pushed, the tip of my tongue curling to stroke that sensitive bundle of nerves inside her.
Dove's legs shook violently on the table, her heels digging into my shoulders as she thrashed.
"Oh god, Alaric, yes!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls.
I lapped at her relentlessly, my tongue twisting and probing, drawing out every quiver and gasp.
Her juices flooded my mouth, tangy and addictive, coating my chin as I sucked on her clit between deep thrusts of my tongue.
Her body tensed, then shattered, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She came hard, squirting onto my tongue, her pussy pulsing as I drank every drop.
I didn't stop lapping up her release until she was trembling, oversensitive and begging for mercy.
But her body betrayed her words, still humming with arousal, her hips grinding against my face.
I rose slowly, my cock throbbing painfully, aching to be back inside her. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I positioned myself again, the head of my shaft teasing her entrance.
"We just started, little Dove." I murmured, voice rough with lust, before slamming back in.
This time, I flipped her over with ease, her body light in my grasp. She landed on her stomach, ass up on the table's edge, and I mounted her from behind like a beast in heat.
My hands clamped onto her hips, pulling her back onto my cock with each savage thrust.
The angle let me go deeper, hitting spots that made her scream into the wood. I could feel her pussy fluttering, still sensitive from her climax, gripping me tighter.
As I fucked her, something primal stirred within me, a demonic instinct taking hold.
At the base of my cock, the knot began to swell, growing thick as I pounded into her.
It pressed against her entrance, demanding entry, and with a final, brutal push, it locked inside her pussy, tying us together.
Dove gasped, her body tensing as the knot stretched her even further, sealing me deep within her.
"Alaric... it's so b-big." she whimpered, but her walls milked me greedily, pulling me in.
I rocked my hips, the knot preventing full withdrawal, turning our coupling into a grinding frenzy.
I reached around, fingers finding her clit again, rubbing in time with my grinds. She pushed back against me, moaning incoherently, lost in the sensation.
The table shook violently, legs scraping against the floor as I used her body like an anchor in my storm of desire.
But I craved more wildness, more insanity in our union. With the knot still locked, I lifted her off the table, her legs wrapping around my waist as I stood.
Gravity pulled her down harder onto my cock, the knot grinding against her insides with every step I took.
I walked us across the chamber, each stride jolting her, making her bounce on my shaft. Her arms clung to my neck, nails digging in as she rode the motion, her pussy dripping down my thighs.
I pressed her back against the cold stone wall again, the contrast making her arch and cry out. Pinned there, I thrust upward, the knot rubbing her bundle of nerves with merciless precision.
Her legs trembled, locked around me, as I fucked her against the wall, the sound of her back sliding against stone mixing with our grunts.
Sweat poured down my back, my muscles straining to hold her while the knot swelled even larger, trapping every drop of precum inside her.
Not satisfied, I spun us around, carrying her to the center of the room. I lowered us to the floor, but instead of laying her down, I sat back on my heels, pulling her onto my lap facing away.
The knot kept us connected as she straddled me reverse, her ass pressing against my abdomen.
I guided her hands to the floor in front of her, bending her forward into a deep arch. From this angle, I could thrust up into her, the knot bulging her belly slightly with each drive.
Dove's moans turned to sobs of ecstasy, her body shaking as another orgasm built.
I reached forward, one hand tweaking her nipples, the other sliding down to circle her clit.
The position was insane, her flexibility pushed to the limit, but she took it all, grinding back onto me.
The knot pulsed, drawing out my own release, but it held back, draining slowly, teasing the edge.
I flipped her again, this time onto her side on the floor, one leg hooked over my shoulder.
The knot twisted inside her as I entered from this new angle, fucking her with short, sharp jabs that made her scream.
Her pussy was a furnace, slick and swollen, the knot locking us in this twisted pose. I could feel her heartbeat through her walls, rapid and erratic, matching my own pounding pulse.
Hours seemed to pass in this frenzy, though time blurred in my blindness.
We rolled across the floor, tangled and slick, until I had her on all fours again, but this time I lifted her hips high, almost folding her in half.
My cock, knotted firmly, pistoned in and out as far as the tie allowed, the friction building an inferno.
Dove's voice grew hoarse, her body limp yet responsive, orgasms ripping through her one after another.
Finally, as the knot reached its peak, I felt the release building uncontrollably.
I pulled her beneath me on the table once more, missionary but with her legs folded back to her shoulders, exposing her completely.
I slammed into her, the knot swelling to its fullest, locking every inch.
"Cum for me, Dove," I commanded, my voice a rumble.
She shattered again, her pussy convulsing, milking the knot.
That triggered me. My cock erupted, hot cum flooding her depths, the knot acting as a seal, draining every spurt deep inside.
Pulse after pulse, it poured out, filling her until I felt her belly distend slightly from the volume.
The knot held it all, not a drop escaping, as I ground against her, prolonging the pleasure.
Dove's body slacked, passed out from the intensity, her pussy still twitching around me.
Only then did the knot begin to deflate, slowly releasing its grip. I pulled out inch by inch, cum gushing from her as I withdrew.
Spurt after spurt continued, draining me completely, ropes of seed spilling onto the table and her thighs.
Exhausted, I collapsed beside her, the darkness pulling me under as well, our bodies entwined in sated oblivion.
But even in that haze, I felt the pull of more. My energy as a demon god replenished quickly, and soon my cock stirred again.
I roused slightly, senses attuned to her shallow breaths. Gently, I rolled her onto her side, spooning behind her.
The knot had fully receded, but I slid back in easily, her pussy still loose and cum-filled from before.
Slow thrusts this time, building anew, her frenzy form responding with soft moans.
I traced her curves with my hands, memorizing the feel of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips.
Blindness sharpened everything else: the velvet of her skin, the heat of her core, the scent of our mingled fluids.
I nuzzled her neck, inhaling deeply, as I picked up pace, the table forgotten now on the floor.
Shifting, I pulled her on top, even in her stupor, her body limp but pliant. I guided her hips, bouncing her on my cock, the slap of flesh renewing.
The knot threatened to form again, but I held it back, savoring the freedom. Her head lolled against my chest, lips parting in sleepy gasps.
I captured her mouth in a kiss, tongue exploring as deeply as my cock did below.
We tumbled into another wild tangle: I stood, holding her inverted, her legs over my shoulders as I ate her out while she dangled, my cock in her hands stroking.
Then, righting her, I pressed her against the ceiling somehow, demonic strength defying gravity, fucking her mid-air, her screams muffled against my shoulder.
Down we came, crashing to the floor in a heap, laughing breathlessly between moans.
Dove stirred awake midway, eyes fluttering open to the sensation.
"Kiss me," she whispered, her voice a sultry breath against my skin. I didn't think twice before closing the little distance between us, my hand cupping the nape of her neck as our lips met in a slow kiss.
I tilted my head slightly, deepening the connection, and she parted her lips in invitation.
My tongue slipped past them, exploring the sweet heat of her mouth, tangling with hers in a languid dance. Our tongues twisted together, hers responding with a tentative flick before growing bolder, matching my rhythm as I plunged deeper, claiming every inch of her.
A soft moan escaped her, vibrating against my lips, and it urged me on. I pulled her closer, my fingers threading through her hair, holding her steady as the kiss intensified.
I nipped at her bottom lip, drawing it between my teeth gently before soothing it with another sweep of my tongue, relishing how she arched into me.
The world narrowed to this—the wet slide of our mouths, the shared breaths growing ragged, the subtle hitch in her throat when I sucked lightly on her tongue.
We gently pulled apart, with heavy breaths leaving our mouth.
"Alaric... more?" she whispered against my lips.
I grinned, unseen, and flipped her onto her hands and knees, before entering from behind.