Chapter 97: Perks of Fucking A Blessed Lady
Chapter 97: Perks of Fucking A Blessed Lady
By the time he finally lets her rest, Amira’s pussy is puffy and red, cum leaking steadily from her well used hole.
Her grey eyes are dazed, lips swollen from sucking him, throat marked with faint bruises from his grip.
Lynx lies beside her, one hand lazily stroking her thigh, his blue and silver eyes watching the rise and fall of her chest.
"Still need more?" he asks, voice rough.
Amira’s answer is a shaky nod and the way her legs spread wider for him.
Lynx’s mouth found her throat first. Not the kiss she expected since he was really pent up today... it was something slower, hungrier, a drag of lips over the pulse that fluttered beneath her skin.
Amira’s shaky nod had been answer enough, and he intended to make her regret ever asking if he needed more.
Her breath hitched. "Lynx..." She was supposed to be dominating him, but every time they had sex, he will always be the dominant one.
She didn’t know that it’s because he’s kinda like a Sex God. And sex gods aren’t dominated in Bed, no matter how strong the woman is.
"Shh." His hand slid down her stomach, slow, deliberate, fingers trailing through the mess he’d already made of her.
She was still slick with his cum, her folds swollen and tender, and when his fingers parted them she whimpered at the sensitivity.
"I know it’s sore. I know you’re raw."
He pulled back just enough to look at her, and his cock... that impossible, glowing thing between his legs... pulsed with a soft golden light that seemed to breathe.
The glow had intensified since he’d first filled her, and Amira had learned what that dick-light meant, he told her before.
"But my cock’s going to fix that, isn’t it?" He stroked himself once, and the glow rippled along his shaft. "Every time I push inside you, it heals you. Every time I come in you, it makes you feel better than you did before."
She swallowed hard, watching him touch himself, watching the light pulse like a second heartbeat. "It doesn’t feel like healing," she whispered. "It feels like uhm..."
"Like what?"
"Like I’m on fire. Like I’m going to die from how good it is, like I’m going to die from extreme pleasure."
He smiled at that, a slow smile that made her stomach flip.
"Good."
He lowered his mouth to her chest before she could argue. His tongue found her nipple, already hard and aching from the cold air, and he circled it slowly before drawing it between his lips.
Amira arched beneath him, a broken sound escaping her throat.
He sucked her breast into his mouth with a reverence that contradicted the filth of everything they’d just done.
His hand cupped the other one, thumb rubbing circles over the peak, and when he bit down... just enough to make her gasp... the glow of his cock seemed to brighten in response.
His cock seems to glow brighter than his body... which is normal as long as he’s having sex.
"Lynx," she breathed, her fingers threading through his silver-golden hair. "Please... don’t make me beg pretty boy."
"Please what?" He released her nipple with a wet pop, the bud glistening in the dim light.
"Tell me what you need.. Amira."
"Fuck... I need you to eat my pussy."
The words tumbled out of her, shameless and raw, and she felt heat flood her cheeks. But she didn’t take them back.
Something dark moved through his heterochromatic eyes. "Yeah?"
"Yes. Please. I need your mouth on me. I need—" She cut herself off, almost embarrassed by her own desperation.
He didn’t make her finish the sentence. He slid down her body, pressing kisses to her stomach, her hip, the inside of her thigh, each one deliberate, teasing, until she was squirming beneath him.
And then his mouth was on her, and Amira forgot how to breathe for some seconds.
He licked her open with one long, flat stroke, from her ass to her clit, and she felt every nerve ending in her body light up at once.
Her pussy was still stretched and sore from taking him twice, but when his tongue pressed inside her, lapping up his own cum mixed with hers, the ache transmuted into something else entirely.
"Fuckk~," she gasped, her hands fisting in the sheets. "Lynx!"
He didn’t answer with words. He sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked, and Amira saw stars.
His tongue flicked the bundle of nerves in quick, merciless strokes, and when he slid two fingers inside her... thick and almost soft and perfect... she cried out.
His fingers curled, finding the spot that made her see white, and he pressed against it rhythmically while his tongue worked her overly sensitive clit.
The glow of his cock was pressed against her thigh, and she felt the warmth of it spreading into her skin, soothing the ache between her legs even as his mouth drove her toward madness.
"That’s it," he murmured against her, the vibration making her clench around his fingers. "Let me taste you. Let me feel you come on my tongue."
She was already close. Her body was very oversensitive, every touch amplified, every stroke of his tongue sending shockwaves through her.
She felt the pressure building low in her belly, coiling tighter and tighter, and when he added a third finger, stretching her, filling her, she shattered.
Her orgasm ripped through her like lightning. Her back bowed off the bed, a scream tearing from her throat, her cunt clenching around his fingers as he kept licking, kept sucking, drawing it out until she was trembling and sobbing beneath him.
"Your pussy juice is like milk, and I’m going to eat you dry," he said, pulling back just enough to look at her, his chin slick with her wetness. "You’ll cum so much you’ll pass out for days."
Amira whimpered. "I can’t—"
"You can." He kissed the inside of her thigh, gentle, almost reverent. "And I’m going to make you."
He slid up her body, and she felt the heat of his cock against her thigh, the glow pulsing like a second heartbeat.
He positioned himself at her entrance, and she felt the head pressing against her, just barely, teasing her.
"Look at me," he said, and she did. His blue and silver eyes were now darker, and she saw something in them she couldn’t name.
"I’m going to fuck you slow this time. I’m going to feel every inch of you. And when you come on my cock, I’m going to keep going until you come again."
She nodded, breathless, and he pushed inside her.
It was different this time. It was Slower and maybe a bit deeper cause he always hit deep.
He sank into her inch by agonizing inch, and she felt every ridge, every vein, every pulse of that impossible glow inside her.
When he was fully seated, his hips flush against hers, he paused, letting her adjust, letting her feel the weight of him.
"So tight," he breathed. "Even after all that sex we’ve had for the past days. Your cunt still grip me so tight like you’re afraid I’ll leave."
"Don’t say that," she whispered. "You’re not leaving me. Besides it’s the perks of fucking a Blessed Lady."