Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Chapter 18
Sylvan
Ican’t believe the ease with which he carries me off the sofa, but my mind is too fuzzy to think, and I go from the utter shock of him pulling out to the softness of a fur rug in front of the fireplace. I touch my cock, moaning when pleasure sparks inside it and trails down to my empty hole, but then Hawk’s kneeling beside me, and he rolls me to my stomach in a single move. Before I can think, he pulls me up to my hands and knees, and shoves my thighs apart.
A low grunt escapes his throat, and I shiver, sensing his gaze on my naked body. I know I’m short, and thin, and my shadowcraft is close to none, but as long as this one man wants to see me like this, touch me, satisfy himself using my body, I’ll be happy.
The heat of the flames caresses my side as I stretch like a cat, whimpering when Hawk’s heavy palm rests between my shoulder blades, only to trail down, to my hips.
I can’t believe I’ve been waiting for this for so long and needed banishment to find someone who can fill the void inside my heart. And my body.
I moan when his slick cock rolls up and down my crack, but then the head pushes in, once again opening me up. The stretch stings, but it’s not nearly as painful as I feared. Perhaps I’m a glutton for punishment, but a part of me relishes in the discomfort, as if it’s yet another layer to the overwhelming sensation of that big, wide cock filling me. A price to pay for the pleasure of having it deep inside me.
I may still be new to this, still adjusting, but I couldn’t have dreamed of a better lover. Hawk responds to my illicit fantasies, making me comfortable to indulge in them and show him that sexual side of me. For once, I don’t have to be guarded and in control.
For him, I’m a pliant body with open legs and an available hole, and I don’t question it. I don’t overthink.
In this place, I’m even free to moan as loud as I want. There’s nobody here to laugh at me for soiling the Goldweed legacy by submitting to someone else, a human at that.
I arch my ass up higher for him, and I’ve never felt more alive. I lose myself in him, enjoying how he’s pushing my body to its limits. On this soft fur, I’m just an animal, indulging in the most primal form of exchange.
He’s a beast in human form, and I’m powerless against him.
I whimper and fall forward when he bottoms out, and his balls slam mine. I can’t even begin describing the sensation of being taken like this, but as invisible fire dances over my flesh, I writhe and coil, guided by the strange mixture of pain and pleasure unlike anything I ever felt.
My secret dreams, the same ones I’ve left unspoken for fear of shame befalling my whole family, materialized in the form of a tall, hairy man, who grabs me as if he has every right to it, and fucks me like an animal desperate to plant its seed in a willing mate.
I chose him for his shadow, but right now I’d have given myself to him forever even if he didn’t cast any at all.
“Oooh, fuck, wish you could see this, kinky prince,” Hawk rasps as his hips slap my buttocks over and over, and his cock slots back in, massaging my pleasure spot. “Your ass jiggles every time I thrust in.”
I want to answer, but I’m left speechless when he pulls out altogether and holds my buttocks wide open. It only lasts a moment before he buries himself back in, making me scream when his dick slides against my prostate. “How does something so long even fit inside you? Maybe your hole’s magical too?”
He grabs my sides with hands so massive they almost wrap around my waist when he squeezes. “Fuck…” I utter, at a loss. “Fuck…” I never thought sex could feel this intense. I now see my wildest fantasies were like touching through glass. But he not only stimulates my body with his sheer physical force. The things he says make me shiver and gasp. I want to be his plaything forever.
“That’s how you like it? Exactly what you wanted?” he asks, chuckling, but in a way that seems satisfied rather than condescending as he speeds up, riding me as if he were ready to finish. Oh, how I want him to. But also, I want this to keep going, because the friction of his thrusts makes me feel so incredible inside.
I can’t decide, and with raspy moans escaping my chest over and over, I can’t bring myself to answer his question. He’s entering me like a machine, tirelessly and without an end in sight, but as his hands squeeze my flesh, and a raspy noise tears out of his lips, I know that he’s coming.