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words, then. I don’t have a choice any longer, even if I risk being discovered as a witch.
“ Sustento in— ”
The stranger clasps a hand over my mouth, or Mason does. I can’t tell which anymore. Maybe I’m imagining the whole thing. Either way, I can’t finish the spell. The vision of the man with red eyes grins down at me. A cruel face. Greedy.
I try to move his hand from my mouth, but he pushes down even harder. He’s too strong. I’m muzzled from casting any spells. That’s when the robust figure really starts to thrust with abandon. He doesn’t care if he’s too large.
How is this even happening? It can’t be real. It’s just a vision, entirely in my head, yet I’m utterly caught up in it. I can’t divorce myself from this moment. It’s cruel and painful and rough, but that’s not all.
I can’t believe I’m thinking this, but it’s also exquisite beyond imagining. I’m at this stranger’s mercy. A man I don’t even know, except for some gut feeling that he might be connected to Mason somehow. He’s almost certainly connected to Sylvia, and that’s exciting as well. The lack of permission. At least, it’s exciting until he pulls out of me.
Clawed hands grab my waist, lift me bodily into the air, and spin me around. My weight is negligible to this man who may or may not be Mason. I land facedown. Fingers grab my ass, grabbing a cheek each, and spread them apart.
I don’t know what to expect until his long tongue lashes out like a whip. He licks me prow to stern, my undercarriage as well, over and over again, circling both orifices whether I like it or not. The truth is, I love it.
Is Mason doing this to me? Or is the stranger? Gods help me, I don’t care anymore. So long as he doesn’t stop.
His tongue is so long and soft. It travels everywhere without asking. My body is a live wire. His ministrations are like an electric current running through me. I don’t know what he’s going to do next, but so help me, I want him to keep doing it.
Do your worst, stranger!
My clit, my labia, my nethers, I don’t care. They are all prey to his fiendish tongue. Even my asshole. Nothing is sacred to this man who may or may not be Mason. No opening is neglected, and it feels incredible.
What amazes me is how much force his tongue can apply to me. He gives me one last lick that wraps around the front of my pelvis and slowly draws back. A snake slithering between my legs that tastes every part of me. My lips quiver open in anticipation as his tongue passes between them. I’m actually panting.
The man doesn’t keep me waiting long. It’s like a giant mushroom is being forced up my breach, and I scream at the invasion.
That’s when I realize my mouth hasn’t been covered for a while. I completely forgot to cast my spell of protection when the chance provided itself. It seems redundant now. I’ve taken him at his most swollen.
It helps that I was taken from behind. Still, I took him. All of him. I can’t offer a lot of depth, but I accommodate his width without any problem. Much to my own surprise.
My legs have no choice but to splay apart. The enormity of him demands it. I turn around to look back at Mason. Or the stranger. I’m not sure who I’ll see this time.
It’s the hybrid version of Mason, rippling with muscle. His back is hunched, jabbing into me with shallow thrusts. His eyes are rolled back, not really seeing me anymore.
I want to do more for him, so I push back onto my knees and bury my face against the bed. Mason digs his claws into my hips, but I can feel the sharpness of his fingers this time. The trickle of blood they draw. My body is so flooded with endorphins right now that I can’t even feel the pain. He could be shredding my flesh and I wouldn’t know it.
Mason towers over me in this position. The fullness of him splits me open like a ripe peach. This must be exactly what he wants, because I can feel him pulse inside me. Veins fattening with blood.
The one
“ Sustento in— ”
The stranger clasps a hand over my mouth, or Mason does. I can’t tell which anymore. Maybe I’m imagining the whole thing. Either way, I can’t finish the spell. The vision of the man with red eyes grins down at me. A cruel face. Greedy.
I try to move his hand from my mouth, but he pushes down even harder. He’s too strong. I’m muzzled from casting any spells. That’s when the robust figure really starts to thrust with abandon. He doesn’t care if he’s too large.
How is this even happening? It can’t be real. It’s just a vision, entirely in my head, yet I’m utterly caught up in it. I can’t divorce myself from this moment. It’s cruel and painful and rough, but that’s not all.
I can’t believe I’m thinking this, but it’s also exquisite beyond imagining. I’m at this stranger’s mercy. A man I don’t even know, except for some gut feeling that he might be connected to Mason somehow. He’s almost certainly connected to Sylvia, and that’s exciting as well. The lack of permission. At least, it’s exciting until he pulls out of me.
Clawed hands grab my waist, lift me bodily into the air, and spin me around. My weight is negligible to this man who may or may not be Mason. I land facedown. Fingers grab my ass, grabbing a cheek each, and spread them apart.
I don’t know what to expect until his long tongue lashes out like a whip. He licks me prow to stern, my undercarriage as well, over and over again, circling both orifices whether I like it or not. The truth is, I love it.
Is Mason doing this to me? Or is the stranger? Gods help me, I don’t care anymore. So long as he doesn’t stop.
His tongue is so long and soft. It travels everywhere without asking. My body is a live wire. His ministrations are like an electric current running through me. I don’t know what he’s going to do next, but so help me, I want him to keep doing it.
Do your worst, stranger!
My clit, my labia, my nethers, I don’t care. They are all prey to his fiendish tongue. Even my asshole. Nothing is sacred to this man who may or may not be Mason. No opening is neglected, and it feels incredible.
What amazes me is how much force his tongue can apply to me. He gives me one last lick that wraps around the front of my pelvis and slowly draws back. A snake slithering between my legs that tastes every part of me. My lips quiver open in anticipation as his tongue passes between them. I’m actually panting.
The man doesn’t keep me waiting long. It’s like a giant mushroom is being forced up my breach, and I scream at the invasion.
That’s when I realize my mouth hasn’t been covered for a while. I completely forgot to cast my spell of protection when the chance provided itself. It seems redundant now. I’ve taken him at his most swollen.
It helps that I was taken from behind. Still, I took him. All of him. I can’t offer a lot of depth, but I accommodate his width without any problem. Much to my own surprise.
My legs have no choice but to splay apart. The enormity of him demands it. I turn around to look back at Mason. Or the stranger. I’m not sure who I’ll see this time.
It’s the hybrid version of Mason, rippling with muscle. His back is hunched, jabbing into me with shallow thrusts. His eyes are rolled back, not really seeing me anymore.
I want to do more for him, so I push back onto my knees and bury my face against the bed. Mason digs his claws into my hips, but I can feel the sharpness of his fingers this time. The trickle of blood they draw. My body is so flooded with endorphins right now that I can’t even feel the pain. He could be shredding my flesh and I wouldn’t know it.
Mason towers over me in this position. The fullness of him splits me open like a ripe peach. This must be exactly what he wants, because I can feel him pulse inside me. Veins fattening with blood.
The one
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