Page 46 of Eat Me Alive
I do not fight the rush in my chest. I should not. There is no reason to. It is what she is here for. My fingers skim over her neck, her breast until I hear her breath catch.
“You’re the thing always in the corner of my dreams. The hole.”
“Yes.”Within the forest where all my hearts lay, they stammer a beat.“I have never visited a human’s dream more than once. Except yours.”
“So you knew who I was the whole time?”
“No. I only found out last night when you called to me. Then, I realized who you were.”My lips find the top of her head. Bending, falling to my knees, I lick her jaw, down to her collarbones. Small, delicate, breakable. I see the pulse on her neck jump as my teeth meet her flesh.
“Have I ever told you how good you taste?”My mouth drifts lower.
Breathing hard, she places her hands on my shoulders. “Stop seducing me.” The fight in her is weak. She wants this just as much as I do.
“There is no stopping me.”My tongue swipes, laves her nipple until she arches, seeking more.“You will take whatever I give.”
The somber bass of my hearts give in, and they thrum as she cups the back of my head. She’s pulling me closer, deeper. I bite with restrained hunger, but oh, how I want to sink.
“I’m going to fill you tonight.”
“I—I don’t know what to do.” She says softly, imploring.
“My sweet dreamer, just trust me.”
She does what I say, clinging to me like her life depends on it. My desire comes in the form of vines. They wade through the water, their sole intent to make her lose control. A vine dives, curls up her leg as I sweep my thumbs over her face.
“I’ll be gentle tonight.”The smaller vines wrap around her thighs, parting them. My forehead meets hers, and our noses touch. The thicker vine slides between us, finding paradise in the softness between her legs. The tip sneaks in, twisting in the warmth.
Her reaction is automatic. She breathes my name, digging her nails into my skin. I feel it like nettles, but the vine exclaims its excitement. The bulge fights against my slit until another cilia breaks. Two left. Almost there. I know I’m leaking, but I do not care.
The air here is thick, choking with sin I can taste.
Xiaoyu is tight, the vine never sits comfortably as she pants through the pain. I brush my hands over her back, calming, reassuring that I have her. I seem calm, settled, but inside I’mfeverish. I’m fighting against the urge to break the remaining cilia and just take her now.
I push the stiff vine into her, but her body protests.
“Datu…” she groans. “Slowly…”
“It hurts?”
She nods, biting her lips. “A little, yeah.”
Lifting her from the water, I lay her over the grassy bank where she stretches. The vines have basically sunk into her skin at how closely they held her. She sweeps her hair away from her face. The vines pull, her cunt completely exposed to me.
“It’s going to hurt more.”
I squeeze my bulge and cup the liquid that gathers. The head of my cock pokes through. Good. I crawl between her legs, laying them over my shoulders. She needs more coaxing. Using my thumbs, I spread her cunt apart until the hood peels back, baring her nub. I smear myself all over her as her legs shake.
Looking into her eyes, I drag my tongue over her swollen flesh lush with a combination of our desire. It’s an amazing biological gift human females have. A body part purely for erotic purposes shrinks my vision into a tunnel. I want her to come apart in my mouth while my vine, my fingers slide in and out of her.
The image has me grinding my teeth until it breaks. Not a problem. It always grows back, bigger, thicker, stronger. I move my mouth with single-minded resolve. The cavernous emptiness of my existence has not prepared me for such untainted, crushing lechery. She tastes of decadent torture. I want to break her into pieces and put her back together.
Not used to being touched so brazenly, she pulls in breaths frantically while scratching the skin off my shoulders. She’shurting and wanting at the same time. I realize I love seeing her like this. Helpless and needing whatIalone can give.
Me.me.me.me.
When she attempts to squeeze her legs close again, my finger slides in. Just one for now. There’s time to give her more. I do not give her reprieve. I want her to build up this inferno greater than mine. No, it’s not a want. It’s an irrational need. To fill her with every part of me. If I could, I would crawl into her.
She is hot, dripping as I slide in a second finger. It is a crime how it barely fits, but I made it work. Loosening her, coaxing aggressively. She bucks, screaming my name again. I am reaching a frenzy that burns my skin. The gust of night air does not cool us down.
