His fingers curled and stroked the flesh there.
"See? I'm stroking your pussy with my fingers. Now -" He reached with his thumbs and parted my flesh. "Here is your pretty little clit. And this is what it does."
He looked up at me and brought his head close. He stuck out his tongue and touched it to the little nub of flesh between his thumbs. I gasped and flinched and panted. Oh, God! That felt so, so good!
"Mmm," he moaned. "You're so sweet. I could drink gallons of your cum, and intend to do just that. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Now, I just licked your clit. And I can tell you liked that. I've also rubbed it and you like that. Now I'm going to suck it."
He dipped his head and took the whole nub into his mouth. He looked up at me and suckled at me. I closed my eyes and tensed. Again it felt so, so good.
"Please don't stop," I begged. "Please. That feels so good. Please..."
He laughed around my flesh. "So you like being sucked. What about this?" He extended his tongue again and pressed it flat against what he called my clit, then began wiggling it around like he'd done with his finger. I threw my head back and whimpered. God, that was even better than before.
"Yes," I whimpered. "Oh, yes. Yes, I like that, very much. Please."
"Do you have one more cum in you?" he asked, looking up at me. "I'll bet you do."
"Cum?" I asked.
He reached between my legs. "Cum means two things. It means this." He slid his finger into me. I closed my eyes and whimpered. He pulled it out again. I looked down. His finger was wet.
"This is my cum. I just filled your tight little hole with my cum. It's mixed with your cum, because you were so wet with your own cum. I made you hot and when you're hot, you get wet. Like this. Here."
He stood and brought his finger to my lips. "Suck this off my finger. Like you sucked my cock."
I opened my mouth. He slid his finger inside. That sweetness I tasted earlier when he kissed me was there, but it was now thicker and mixed with a spicyness that had to be what he was talking about. His cum.
"Like that, do you?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Good, because you'll be sucking plenty of cock and eating lots of cum."
"You said that cum meant two things. What's the other one?" I asked.
He smiled. "That one is best demonstrated."
He knelt down before me again and smiled up at me as he reached between my thighs again. "Now, remember this is your pussy?"
I nodded.
"While your pussy is this whole thing, it's made up of your clit and your hole. This is your hole." He slid a finger inside me. I closed my eyes and whimpered. He laughed softly and worked his finger in and out of me. "I suppose this is technically my hole now, since you belong to me."
My eyes opened at that. "I do?"
He looked up at me. "Of course you do. Don't you, Angel? Tell your lord you belong to him." His finger slid in and out of me slowly.
I whimpered.
He slid his finger out of me. I opened my eyes. He looked into my eyes and showed me two of his fingers. Then he reached back between my thighs and slid them both into my hole.
I moaned and thrashed against my bonds. He grinned and bent his head. He licked my clit softly. I gasped and whimpered and tried to move my hips to meet his tongue that he kept just out of range.
"Tell your lord you belong to him, Angel."
"My lord, I belong to you!" I cried, the fire inside me raging suddenly like a tempest awakened from the sea. "Please!"
"You want to know what the other meaning of the word cum is? It means this."
He slid his fingers deep inside my hole and curled them toward my belly. He captured my clit between his lips and sucked hard while at the same time wiggling his tongue around on it.
I cried out and thrashed against my bonds, the fire inside me consuming every part of my flesh.
He was relentless. It was all I could do to try and breathe. I cried and whimpered and pleaded for him to do something. His fingers slid in and out of me as his tongue licked and sucked. Then the fire inside me overwhelmed me and my body broke into tiny pieces as the pressure behind the dam exploded.
I cried out and my body rose off the X behind me, the leather of my bonds creaking as I strained against them.
I became aware of him licking my clit very softly as he slid his fingers out of my body.
"That, little Angel, is what the second meaning of cum is. I just made you cum on my face, with my tongue." He brought his wet fingers to his mouth and sucked the wetness off them. He looked down. "And damn if you didn't get me hard again. No surprise, really. I do love the taste of pussy, and yours is especially sweet. But now we're going to have to do something about my hard cock, and your tight little pussy is dripping wet with your cum. But no more cross, I think. You're broken in. I think it's time for a good old fashioned fuck."
I was too overwhelmed with the ache of the aftereffects of the cum he made me have to wonder what he meant or ask him. He unbound my hands and feet and carried me to a soft pallet of mats piled in a corner. He laid me down on them and covered my naked body with his. He nudged my thighs apart with one of his and brought a hand between us. I felt the soft hardness of his cock against my hole and closed my eyes as he slid it into me. My hands grasped at his shoulders as he slid his cock deep into me. His hands slid under my shoulders and cupped them as he thrust hard into me.
I moaned. Oh. Oh, God.
He laughed that soft velvet laugh. "It's called fucking, when I put my cock in your pussy, baby. And I think you like being fucked."
"Oh yes...yes, I like this...I like this very much...oh, God...."
"It's like Heaven, isn't it?"
All I could do was nod. He laughed again and kissed me deeply, his tongue sliding into my mouth. This time I sucked on it, desperate and wanting more.
He groaned and pulled back to look at me. "Insatiable little thing, aren't you? Put your hands on my ass and feel me fucking you."
I did as he said and felt the hard muscles of his behind clench with each thrust. I felt the hardness of his cock as it slid deep into me. I whimpered and buried my face against his shoulder. He slid his hands down my body to my thighs and lifted them.
"Wrap them around me," he whispered before he kissed me again.
I did so, and his hands slid back up to my shoulders. He pulled back to look at me again.
"I don't fuck like this," he said.
My thighs tightened around his waist. "What do you mean?"
"I fuck from behind, not face to face."
"Why?"
He kissed me again. I whimpered.
"That's why," he said. "From behind, I don't have to see their faces. I don't have to care if they like it, or if they cum. I just fuck them, get mine and go home."
"If this is how it feels, I can see how you'd fuck all the time. Aaaah!"
He laughed. "I don't fuck all the time."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because it's not like this, and this is what I want."
"What is?"
He thrust hard into me. I whimpered and my hands tightened on his behind.
"You," he said.
CHAPTER FOUR
Five
We fucked all night. Stevain taught me a lot, just like he said he would, but fucking was my favorite. After we'd finished fucking and sucking each other, we showered together in that beautiful golden bathroom next to the playroom. That's what he called it. His playroom. I was supposed to go to work that evening, but Stevain had me call in and tell them I couldn't make it. He made me call them while he was licking my pussy.
Eating me out, he called it. He really liked doing that, and to be honest I liked it a lot too. It wasn't as fun as fucking, but he could make me cum with his tongue a lot faster than he could fucking me, and when he ate me his cock would get hard. A hard-on, he said. And since he needed a hard-on to fuck me, I decided he could eat me out as often as he wanted to.
We'd just finished
fucking in his bedroom upstairs. I was laying on my stomach, happy, enjoying the wonderful aftermath of a heavenly cum he'd made me have. He was laying beside me, tracing the scars on my back with his fingertips. He leaned over and kissed them, up one and down the other. I rolled over to look at him.
"What happened?" he asked. "What did you do?"
"I fell," I said.
He snorted and rolled his eyes. "I'm not stupid, Angel. I know that. What did you do to fall?"
I sat up and looked at him. "No, I mean I fell. I tripped and fell. There was a thunderstorm, and the lightning...." I shivered and looked away.
He gathered me in his arms and held me close like he had the night we met. "Which is why you don't like thunderstorms. You were in an accident."
"What about you?"
He stiffened and pulled away. I caught him and wrapped my arms around his neck. I kissed him with my tongue like I knew he liked. He whimpered and kissed me back. I rested my head against his.
"I saw the scars," I whispered. "And that's the real reason you don't like fucking face to face. Because you're afraid they'll see. Or feel. Tell me. Please, my lord."
"I...denied Him. He asked something of me I could not do, and I said no. This was my punishment," he said.
"How long have you been here?" I asked.
"A long time," he admitted. "Much, much longer than you."
"What was your name? Please, I know you. I feel you. You're so beautiful. So dark and beautiful. I know you, don't I?"
"I was Stevaniel," he whispered.
"The Crown," I said. "You were the Crown of God, cast down for refusal to obey. It's why you know the words to say. The language."
"And why you recognize me as your lord. You weren't very high-ranking when I Fell. What were you when you did? How long have you been here?"
"A few years. It took me a long time to get used to being...human. I was a lieutenant at the time of my accident."
"You were but a recruit when I was home last." He kissed me and smiled. "I never thought to find another of my kind down here, let alone a female. Oh, I've seen them from time to time, here and there, going about their business, doing His bidding. They of course don't acknowledge me. I'm forbidden. But now there's you, little Angel. And now that you know who and what I am, will you also refuse to suffer my company?"
I smiled and lay back on his bed. I opened my arms and parted my thighs.
"Fuck me, my lord."
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