Rookery Cove: The Darkness

by Stephanie Burke

  Her legs were spread even further, exposing her soaking wet pussy to the gentle air of the corridor as the shadowy tendrils began to explore there.

  “Please,” May gasped as a curled tendril pushed one well-placed knot deeper into her quivering pussy while another worried at her labia, licking it like a lover. Still another latched with hungry suction to her clit.

  “Oh, God,” May shrieked as she felt her body tightening, as she felt her nerves coil and pleasure rushing through her body in never-ending waves.

  “Burn for me,” Manx growled. The action stepped up a pace, a curious tendril finding the vulnerable ring of her anus. It began to gently tease her rosebud. “Burn hotter, my little whore.”

  His voice was closer, but May’s eyes were falling half-mast as she began to give in to her body’s cravings. She twitched as her hips arched up into the air, mimicking the fucking motions her body craved, tossing her head from side to side as a sheen of sweat covered her.

  “It’s been so long, hasn’t it?” he purred, and May could barely make out a huge form looming over her through her blurred vision. “Poor baby, my poor little one. It’s been so long since someone used this perfect vessel, hasn’t it?”

  “Yes,” May whimpered, tears filling her eyes as her frustration increased.

  “You want me to make it all better?” A real hand reached through the shadows that vibrated against her, that coated her like a living second skin, and rubbed gently against her clit, unhooding it to allow a hungry tentacle to latch on to the sensitive bud beneath.

  “Yes,” May shrieked as her hips bucked and her legs drew up, exposing the whole of her sex to his eyes.

  “Poor pretty little one,” he purred. He dropped to his knees, his hair blending with the shadows as he bent over the feast her sprawled thighs presented. “I’ll kiss it all better.”

  Before May could think about unhinging jaws or gaping maws of teeth, he opened his mouth and his broad spade of a tongue lashed out against her clit.

  “Manx!” May stiffened before her hips bucked upward and her eyes closed in ecstasy.

  “Call to me,” he said. His tongue danced around her kikkou knots and pressed against the swollen flesh of her labia. “Call to me, my sweet one.” He worried the knot with his tongue, fucking her opening with it as his fingers began to press against the sides of her clit, sending acid pleasure through her.

  May felt her toes curl and groans of denied pleasure fell from her open mouth.

  “More, please, more.”

  Tears ran down her face as she unabashedly forced her hips upwards, smashing her pussy into his face as his shadows tortured her heaving flesh. “Please, inside me. I need something!”

  May shrieked as his hands lifted, still damp with her dew, and began to pinch and tease at her nipples, pressing against the ropes that crossed over and under her breasts, making them stand out all the more.

  “All this flesh mine for the taking,” he breathed. “All this flesh waiting to be consumed. Do you give yourself to me, Mayleen? Answer me, little one. I want to know.”

  Even as he spoke, his hand ran over the golden flesh of her back, and to the cheeks of her rounded ass. There he pulled them apart as he ran his fingers down into her crease, allowing the tendrils free rein as they lightly began to press against the ring of muscle there, entering her ass, making her scream in sensation.

  “Yes, Manx, yes. I need you!”

  “Then come for me,” he growled, and the tentacle suckling almost lovingly at her clit bore down and began to suck her in earnest.

  His fingers returned to her pussy where they roughly spread her glistening pink labia apart, exposing her opening to his tongue as he began to suck and chew on the knots that bound her.

  May began to writhe, screaming until her throat began to hurt and her vision began to grow hazy. Waves of pleasure crashed against her body, forcing her head back as her screams echoed down the corridor. Her internal muscles clenched and tightened rhythmically, sending white hot fire through her veins, convulsing over and over until she was a limp mass, struggling to breathe in her cocoon of shadows.

  “Delicious, little one.” Manx rose to his feet, waving his hand as he moved back the way they had come. “But I am done with my appetizer, and I want to dine on my main course in comfort.”

  May could only nod in agreement as the shifting of the floating shadows forced her knots and ropes into small movements that kept the fire of her lust simmering.

  “W-whatever you want,” she panted, head still lost in a sensual fog. Her body hummed for more. “Whatever you want, Master.”

  * * *

  May’s eyes slid closed as a deep moan rumbled from her chest.

  How she’d gotten here, she didn’t know. But here she was, damn glad she’d landed. She was suspended in the center of that huge bed, the gentle rocking of the chains making her nerves fry. Tingles of electricity ran up her spine and exploded in her brain as her master rooted between her thighs.

  Sweat poured off her body as she tugged against the chains that held her fast in a spread-eagled position. Her toes curled as Manx made hungry grunts, his rough wet tongue running up her inner thighs.

  “You were made for this,” he whispered, rising above her, cloaked in shadows and darkness.

  She forced her eyes open and could only gasp as the shadows began to part, his clothing melting again and exposing his pale flesh. His red eyes bore into her soul, imprinting his presence in her brain. Her breath caught when she tried to speak, but he cut her off with his next words.

  “You want to do what I say, yes?”

  Mutely, she nodded her head, her eyes glued to his face.

  “You want to touch yourself, do you not?”

  May whimpered at the thought of her own fingers teasing her nipples, applying the perfect amount of pain to enhance her pleasure.

  “But you can’t do it, not like that,” he muttered as he reached down and tugged at the kikkou ropes still binding her. “These will have to go.”

  With a few gestures of his hands, the shadows sliced through the rope, dissolving it as her desire flew higher. Removal of her ropes eased the tension on her erogenous zones, but it also signaled to her passion-soaked brain that the real sex was soon to begin.

  “That’s better,” he purred as he reached down to run his fingers over her body, pausing to pinch at her nipples before running curious fingers over her resilient flesh.

  “You amaze me -- so firm and yet so soft,” Manx mused. He pressed her thighs further apart, examining the wet sex that awaited him.

  She was so hot he could feel the heat wafting from her desire-drenched body. Her clit was so swollen it was almost throbbing, and the surrounding labia trembled to be touched. And her anus, the small pink ring of muscle, was actually winking at him, twitching in its need.

  Mayleen was ready for anything, her whimpers notwithstanding.

  He was almost ready to dive in and enjoy, but first there were a few things he had to do.

  “Look at me,” he growled, watching her eyes, glazed and dilated in passion, snap open.

  Mayleen was lost in subspace, the part of her mind that usually was relentless in questioning things silenced. In this headspace she relaxed, knew she was going to be taken care of, knew her master’s desire was the only reason for being.

  She hungered to be in this space, where most of the burdens on her body and mind didn’t exist. And this Manx, her master, had so easily pushed her there with the promise of pain and desire.

  She had never met anyone like him before, and now as she opened her eyes to stare at him, she knew she would never meet another.

  His body was huge and perfectly proportioned. He had a wide expanse of muscular shoulders that narrowed into a tiny, hard waist, his stomach tight and hard. His thighs were massive, as was the uncircumcised sex that hung there.

  Hung was a good word, for the weighty organ swelled to massive proportions, the pale flesh denuded of hair. The foreskin was sligh
tly retracted over the deep purple head that glinted with precum as his want for her increased.

  His need for her body showed in the ragged breaths he took, in the wet head of his cock, in the red glow that made his scarlet eyes burn with fire. Her pussy clenched hungrily, and another spurt of wet desire ran down to dampen the silk sheets.

  He wanted her. He needed her. It was almost enough to make her smile.

  “Learn this body.” His words jolted her from her perusal of his flesh, encouraging her visual trip over him. “You will know it better than your own. You will tend to this body as I tend to you. This is the body that will give you ultimate pleasure.” He lifted his massive hands into her line of sight. “These are the hands that can give you ultimate pain.”

  He lowered his hands to his cock, absently stroking the hard flesh as he gazed at her. “This is the flesh that you will know better than your own body. And when I am done, you will beg to be used by me.”

  That said, he began to crawl up her body, letting his cock drag across her soft skin, marking her with a leaking trail of his growing desire, making her aware of just how strong her new master was, until his cock stopped at her lips.

  “Open for me.” He rose to his knees above her. “Open your mouth and take me in.”

  Almost in a daze, May squirmed against her bindings, feeling his hot skin rub against hers, leaving a glistening trail behind.

  This was what she craved, what she lived for, to be totally dominated in this manner. Her master was marking her as his in mind and body. She trembled in anticipation and licked her lips as the head of his cock pressed against them. Eagerly, she opened her mouth, wanting to show her master how worthy she was, how good she was.

  Her tongue flicked out to taste his essence, pleased when she discovered that he didn’t taste like any man she had ever pleasured. His precum was rich and sweet, almost like honey, and instantly she was addicted.

  She took his head into her mouth, careful of her teeth, and let her tongue roll back the loose foreskin, grunting as a spurt of his sweetness coated her mouth. She let her tongue run all around the surface, grunting softly, her hips arching in her bindings as his body gave a massive shudder and a groan rolled from his chest.

  “So hot, little one,” he breathed. “Your mouth is as hot as your body. Suck me,” he urged, one hand coming down to tug gently through her hair. “Open your mouth and pull me deeper.”

  Gladly, May consented, sucking harder at his throbbing cock, worrying the veins beneath the head with her tongue even as her cheeks sank in with the force of her sucking.

  He tasted of ambrosia, and she wanted more.

  Moaning softly under her breath, the vibrations making him hiss, she tried to pull her hands free, to cup his balls and tighten her fist on what she could not fit in her mouth, but she was tied down.

  She whimpered and tugged, making the chains that bound her tinkle.

  “Poor baby,” Manx chuckled evilly. “You want to touch?”

  He looked down at her, her mouth filled with his cock, her eyes eager and shining, and fought to hold in the urge to free her and fuck her through the mattress.

  “One hand,” he decided. “I will free one hand but not for me.”

  He pulled out of her mouth with an audible pop that made May moan in disappointment. He repositioned himself over her so that he was kneeling above her head, facing her body, before he let his delicious cock drop back into her open, hungry mouth.

  “Perfect,” he moaned, closing his eyes as she began to suck on him, hard. “I could get off on this alone, little one… hot little mouth…”

  Then he gathered his wits as he waved his hand. The shadows wrapped around the chains, dissolving them and freeing her right hand, which immediately went to tug and pull at his balls, sending white lights flashing through his head.

  “No,” he breathed with great difficulty, restraining her wandering hand. “No, I freed that one hand for a reason, little girl. You will touch yourself for me.”

  She paused at hearing that, wondering what he meant. He was there in her mouth and his dick was swelling more. She was sure that he would come soon, and she wanted to taste him rich and undiluted.

  “Touch yourself for me,” he repeated, removing her hand and placing it on her nipple. “Show me what you like.”

  Instantly, she tugged at her hardened nipple, arching up and sucking harder on his dick as pleasure shot through her.

  Mayleen often touched herself, teasing herself to orgasm that always felt as if something was missing. She needed more, needed something, and the promise of that something was now riding her face as he softly pumped his cock in her mouth. Oral was good, and she loved giving it, but she wanted his cock in other places. She would show him.

  Running her hand down away from her breasts, she bypassed all the other small erogenous areas reddened by her kikkou ropes and went straight to her wet need. Her fingers ran over her labia, coating themselves with her rich fluids, before circling her clit firmly.

  She shrieked as her hips arched up, a spectacular orgasm teasing at her senses, but carried on with the self-torture.

  She pressed against the lips of her labia, punishing them with pleasure even as she imagined his grin pressing against her there. She tugged at her clit, milking it as if it were a little cock, shuddering as her cream flowed over her fingers.

  She was so hot she was panting and sucking on his cock as if it had the answers to all the questions in life.

  She wanted to be filled, hard and hot, and the only cock she could think of was fucking her face.

  Manx watched in wonder as May got straight to the point and began to play with her throbbing sex. His little one was hungry, that was for damn sure, and watching her made him want to abandon all games.

  But he was determined to set the tone of their relationship with this first fucking.

  She was his, his toy, his servant, his sexual slave… and she was damn hot.

  Unable to stand it any longer, he pushed her hand aside and leaned over, closing his eyes as he drew in the hot feminine scent of her.

  “Perfect.” His voice was almost a growl as he opened his mouth and let his tongue lick at the juices that coated her thighs. “Absolutely perfect.”

  His tongue then buried itself in her pussy, and he shook his head, covering himself in her juices as he licked and sucked at every ounce of flesh he could get at. May tried to scream, but her mouth was filled with dick, so instead she began to suck harder, her free hand going to the back of his head where her fingers tangled in that impossibly long hair.

  Manx began to feast in earnest, sucking in her woman’s juices as his tongue dove deep into her pussy, tongue-fucking her. Her hips slammed upwards, arching as much as she could to get as much friction as he would allow.

  “Fucking good,” Manx paused to mutter, as he brought his hands into play and spread her labia wide. His tongue licked at her like she was some expensive Popsicle, clearing away her thick, spicy/sweet juice and allowing more to flow down and take its place.

  Then his mouth centered in on her clit.

  He attached his mouth there and delicately suckled on the throbbing flesh while he made a gesture with his fingers and the shadowy tendrils began to form. They ran along her swollen pussy until one thick tendril invaded her, filled her and vibrated.

  Her screams of pleasure translated directly to his aching cock, making him thrust a little harder as he closed his eyes.

  But the tendrils didn’t stop there. Running through the wetness that flowed freely over her pussy and down the crack of her ass, the tendrils followed until they circled her delicate rear passage.

  With only her natural juices as lube, they began to invade her ass, a tiny tendril that grew wider and thicker and began to thrust as her hips arched up in supplication.

  She was being skewered, and May wanted more.

  She pulled off his cock long enough to gasp his name, then she was screaming, her eyes shut as she felt an orgasm rush thro
ugh her body.

  “Manx!” she shrieked. Her hips arched and stiffened, her muscles tensed and the pleasure roared over her, making her inner walls clench on the thick tentacle that invaded her pussy, as her anus strangled the tendril buried in her ass.

  “Come, pretty one,” Manx lifted his head long enough to say, then he was feasting on her release, pulling the energy into himself, forcing his arousal higher.

  Then it was all too much for him.

  Desperately, he pulled away from her slack mouth, spinning around to face her, waving his hands to make the chains disappear.

  “I have to have you now,” he breathed, one hand going to push long tendrils of hair behind him. “I want to sink deep into that hot, tight body and fuck you so that I will be imprinted on your brain forever.”

  He threw her legs over his shoulders as he loomed over her, spreading her wide as the tentacle in her pussy dissolved with a thought.

  “Now, who is your master?” he growled, running the head of his cock against her swollen pussy. “Who is your master?”

  “You,” May managed, her throat raw from the fucking and the screaming, but her desire still ran hot and alive. “You are, Manx.”

  “Whose body is this?” He pressed the head of his cock just inside her, stretching her muscles, letting her know he was there, teasing her. “Tell me.”

  “Yours, Master! It is your body!”

  “Damn straight!”

  Then he was sliding, thick and hot, deep inside of her.

  “Mmm-mmm Manxxx…” Banked fires exploded into heat and light as she was filled, stretched to capacity. Manx was this living thing inside her, taking over her mind, controlling her body with his first thrusts.

  May’s head flew backwards, her eyes slamming shut as she began to lose herself in the rhythm and the pleasure of the sexual act.

  Manx held in a scream as he sank his dick into scalding wet heat. His little one was hot inside, hot and wild. Her wet walls clutched at him. Her wanton abandon inspired him.

  But there was something else, too, as if she had been his before, as if his body knew hers like they had been long-time lovers.