Running his hands down the length of my slim toned back, pausing at the tail end before spawning his large hands to grip my firm cheeks. Separating both his hands travelled, then spreading them to play with an area that needed oh so much attention.
My eyes widen at the butterfly touch from a thumb the length of the slit to that extremely sensitive numb.
I opened my mouth to emit a shocked cry but was assaulted further by his tongue, which plundered my mouth as if he sought damn gold!
His forefinger plunged into my entrance, suddenly, I arched from the instant pleasure; head falling back, mouth wide in a gasp of pleasure, I felt my core suck on that finger that entered.
"So wet for me already, wife," he whispered, slapping my a*s cheek I gasped, eyes almost rolling back from the sting of pain and zing of pleasure forcing my core to squeeze his finger.
A groan escaped his lips, breath brushing against my cheek, I looked down at him, committing that raw pleasure that passed a usually stone face to memory.
My heart skipped a beat and inwardly I swooned.
F*ck who knew he could even be sexier.
Somebody! ah, somebody! save my poor soul, ah!!!
I curled my lip thinking he should submit because I was about to lose it and I wanted him to be only and all mines, but I just knew he wouldn't submit to me and will never be only mine.
In that moment he tugged me, forcing those stray thoughts from even forming until I fell against him, then proceeded to
Nip on my neck lifting me as if I weighed nothing and pulled me down on his length. Thank f*ck I was wet and somewhat prepared, but by the gods in the heavens and the great creator or whatever omnipotent being that existence; I could swear my poor thirsty leaking p**sy had been forced open from his one thrust.
Ah, it hurts! I even released a scream, felt tears blur my vision and my backbend. His voice was like a rumble of thunder, almost distracting me, but not enough.
"All the d*** you was taking wife and you are still nice and tight,"
I should be ashamed now, right?
Or try to climb off and tell him yeh give me a divorce I don't need this s**t right?
I mean ah, it's right there stabbing my womb!
I closed my eyes groaning deeply, the pain oh my f*cking god, I think he would rip me open, but I caught myself focusing on that spark of pleasure that was slowly rising and took it like the champ.
I was glad for the toys he provided me with and those erm "movies" I watched and articles I read.
My mouth watered at the feel of him moving beneath me; gripping my waist and pistoning inside of me as if possessed. I cried out thinking how intense this was eventually about two minutes into it, I just couldn't help myself, so I let go.
Yes, oh great gods f*cking bloody hell yes!
Thank you for blessing me with such perfect d**k.
(I am now aware that some women can get drunk from erm *ick ah or is it pleasure... Let's just stick with pleasure ah)
I think I said it out loud but who gives two f**ks, as I started moving up and down on him, careful at first and faster as I got slicker and slicker stretching easier so that the pleasure intensified for me.
"Ah, husband... Ah... Mmm... This I will ride you... Ah... Like ah... Mm... A combo on a bull... Ah... Husband yes... I claim ownership... Ah-"
Gibberish came from my mouth, cries of pleasure until I reached my peak dragging him with me. Slumping forward, I closed my eyes, yeh and passed out with him still inside of me.
"I will go again after my nap, husband,"
I mumbled, falling into the abyss of darkness, wondering if I rode him long enough.
I hoped it was passed at least an hour.
***
HUSBAND
MYSTIKAK
Mystikak went still; it had been a mere four hours, and she had passed out.
At least this time she lasted longer. Never mind, he spent his time beneath her staring up at the perfect twin peaks trembling on top of her chest and the roar of pleasure displayed on that exquisitely perfect dark face.
He felt his hearts accelerate as if when she squeezed his length and screamed, breathed and pleaded husband his love for this woman went to the peak and beyond for this woman almost losing himself.
Lifting his wife, who had passed out on top of him when he had settled himself, extracting his still painfully hard left from her core, he made sure to keep his seed within with a thin shield.
This time when she did become with child, he will properly guard her and even allowed other males near her. Even though Mystikak was displeased; this was normal. His true mother had more than ten soul-bound mates, his sisters had multiple mates as well, so sharing his wife was nothing new.
Mystikak was well aware that his wife Satrya was different, the soul within the body seemed the same but had a slight difference; she was different and he had even noticed that but he had also wondered what had happened that day when she had tried to leave him and was attacked then was hospitalised.
Mystikak had been occupied by trying to fight off "siblings".
Renouncing them was a task he had tried so hard to do from the time he laid eyes on her and decided that she... This woman will become his one true soul-bound mate, and yet in the end unable to be soul bound to her but married like a mortal it had cost him a steep price and it was first his offspring and later for so long her.
Then she had come back, stronger, changing, as if it was a totally different woman fighting. For him, it was a slight relief for those who had tried to take her life and failed mercilessly, beaten by her with hardly any effort.
It was as if his mother had been looking in on him and his brother with slight interest, even though she was quite busy with the universal war.
The males who had appeared around his wife were of passable status first, the alpha wolf with a dormant gene that had been awakened when his wife had claimed him as a slave. He had smiled at his wife's unconscious claim.
Even if he was still weak, Mystikak still thought him useful, entertaining and guiding his wife slowly through the mystic world.
Losing his godly powers, Mystikak was far from what he was, but she demanded him to be better to be worthy of her.
Sigh, oh how he had made so many trivial mistakes until they gathered, becoming many in his arrogance.