Vengeance in His Bed

"I am not impotent, Jannah," Dorrent growled. "You are my medicine. You are the only thing in this godforsaken world that can make me like this."

With an uncompromising grip on her waist, he pressed the burning length of his penis directly against her damp entrance. The heat of him seared through her, heavy and thick, pulsing with a life of its own. "Feel that," he commanded, his breath hitching as he ground his pelvis forward, letting her feel the absolute, rigid steel of his erection. "Feel how hard I am for you. How can you look at me and call me impotent when my entire body is screaming to lose itself inside you?"

Before she could form a reply, he shifted, leaning his frame over her and pressing her down into the rumpled bedding. His chest, broad and sculpted with dense muscle, brushed against her breasts. The friction was agonizingly sharp; her nipples, already tight and swollen from the proximity of his winter-frost pheromones, beaded into hard peaks against his chest. Dorrent leaned in, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just behind her earlobe, his breath hot and damp as he planted a lingering, bruising kiss there.

Jannah lay stupefied, her mind completely short-circuiting under the weight of his presence. The intense, intoxicating scent of him was filling her lungs, turning her limbs to lead. She wanted to push him away—she knew she should—but her arms felt weak, trembling against his shoulders. She was hot as hell, her core weeping a slick, continuous warmth that his thick shaft continued to rub and smear across her outer cheeks. The torment was unbearable.

Just this once, she told herself, her thoughts fractured and desperate as she stared up at the canopy of the bed. I will let him have me this one time to quench this burning... but I will make sure he never, ever gets another chance to touch me again.

Dorrent seemed to sense the subtle surrender in her posture, the way her resistance dissolved into a soft, helpless pant. Satisfaction flared in his silver eyes. Slowly, with a patience that seemed at odds with his beastly nature, he adjusted her body beneath his until she was completely exposed to him.

He did not rush to take her. Instead, he began to worship her body, starting from her face and working his way down, determined to map every single inch of her skin with his hands and tongue.

He started at her forehead, pressing soft, reverent kisses there before sliding his lips down to her eyelids, her flushed cheeks, and finally the sharp line of her jaw. "So beautiful," he muttered against her skin. "Every single piece of you... you are perfect, Jannah."

His hands began to explore. He ran his palms down her throat, squeezing gently to feel the frantic flutter of her pulse, before tracing the curve of her collarbones. His tongue followed the path of his hands, tasting the salty, sweet scent of her skin, leaving wet, cooling trails that made her shiver. When his fingers found the soft, sensitive underside of her breasts, he cupped them, lifting the heavy mounds and taking one swollen nipple into his mouth.

Jannah let out a sharp gasp, her back arching off the bed as he sucked her in, his tongue swirling around the peak before he bit down with a gentle, agonizing pressure.

"Ah... Dorrent, please," she whimpered, her hands embedding themselves in his thick hair, not knowing whether she wanted to push him away or pull him closer.

He didn’t stop. His hands slid further down, mapping the dip of her waist, his fingers digging slightly into the soft flesh of her hips. He found the sensitive, ticklish curve of her ribs, his tongue tracing each one until she was writhing beneath him, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He praised her, his voice a constant, dark lullaby of adoration. "Look at you... look how your skin flushes for me. You were made for this. You were made for me."

With agonizing slowness, he parted her thighs, sliding his hands underneath her knees to drape them over his broad shoulders. He leaned in between her legs, his gaze locked onto her dripping, swollen entrance.

To Jannah’s utter shock, he did not reach for his cock. Instead, he lowered his head, his face pressing directly into her damp warmth.

When his hot, wet tongue first made contact with her sensitive clitoral bud, Jannah’s entire body stiffened. A shudder racked her spine, her toes curling into the sheets as she let out a loud, breathless cry.

"Oh god... Dorrent!"

He captured her little bud between his lips, sucking on it gently while his tongue flicked over the swollen nub in rapid, agonizingly precise strokes. At the same time, his hands reached up, his fingers rubbing the soft skin of her inner thighs, stimulating the nerve endings and heightening the pleasure until it became a physical torment. Jannah’s hips began to move of their own accord, rolling against his mouth as she desperately sought relief from the burning sensation pooling in her lower belly.

He inserted his tongue into her, his thrusts rhythmic and deep, mimicking the act of intercourse. He drank her wetness hungrily, his throat swallowing the sweet, slick fluid she was producing in abundance. He loved the taste of her. He loved the way her body reacted, the way her voice cracked into broken, high-pitched moans that filled the quiet room.

Dorrent lifted his head slightly, his mouth glistening with her fluids, his eyes dark as he watched her face twist in a mixture of agony and ecstasy. He loved seeing her lose control under his manipulation, loved knowing that he was the sole cause of this complete, shattering undoing.

"Look at me, Jannah," he growled softly, before leaning back down between her legs, resuming his relentless, tongue-fucking rhythm.

The pleasure was mounting too fast. Jannah’s vision went completely dark at the edges, a wave of heat building behind her pelvic bone. The fluid was pooling rapidly inside her, a dam about to burst.

"Get away... get away from me," she cried out, her voice broken and shaking as she tried to push his head away from her. "Dorrent... I’m about to... please..."

But Dorrent only deepened the thrusts of his tongue, his hands locking onto her hips to hold her completely still against his face. He refused to pull away. He wanted all of her.

Jannah tried with every ounce of her remaining strength to hold it back, to control her body, but the rhythmic, mocking pressure of his tongue was too much. Her inner walls convulsed violently. Just as he buried his tongue deep inside her once more, then pulled out, a powerful, uncontrollable spasm ripped through her.

Jannah squirted, a heavy, hot gush of clear fluid releasing from her center, drenching Dorrent’s face, chest, and mouth.

She screamed, her body convulsing in wild, repetitive waves of release as her muscles clamped down on nothing. Dorrent didn’t flinch. He stayed right there, his fingers firmly rubbing her sensitive bud to prolong the orgasm.

"Yes... that’s it," he muttered against her wet skin, his voice thick and dark. "Release it all for me. That’s my girl. Give me all of it."

When the spasms finally slowed, Jannah lay limply on the mattress, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, landing on Dorrent as he lifted his head. His face was completely drenched, her clear, glistening fluids dripping from his jawline and nose.

"You... you psycho," she whispered, her voice hoarse and trembling as she glared at him through tear-filled eyes. "Curse you... you’re a monster."

Dorrent simply smirked, a dark, wicked expression. He reached up, running a finger through the wetness on his nose, and brought it to his lips, tasting it, before taking a deep breath of her scent. "It smells so good," he murmured, his voice laced with a terrifying, primal obsession. "Like sweet rain and honey. Just the way I like it."