Christine’s pace accelerates until she’s pounding into me, and I completely lose track of the shape of my body. I don’t know where my cells end and hers begin, what’s my skin and what’s the humid, hot air radiating off of me.
Her hand releases my wrists, moving to brace in the dirt so she can drive in harder, but I’m too blissed out to move.
I forget how I got here.
I forget who I am.
There’s only this furnace of desperation, boiling at my core, and a whisper of release at the bottom of every thrust.
And there’sher.Like lightning made flesh, some strange goddess who has me under her spell. Each time she bottoms out, her knot stretches me a little further.
“Mylo…”
That’s right, that’s my name.
“You smell… Oh fuck, I can’t stop, Mylo?—”
Something hot and final coils at the very center of that furnace. My tongue remembers how to form words. “Don’t stop, don’t stop?—”
“Mylo!”
With one last thrust, her arms fold around me, pulling me down over her knot.
The sensation is so intense, I black out for a second. When my senses return, all I can feel is the incomprehensible fullness of her knot throbbing within me. I tip over into a climax, pouring out—then another, then another, a moan rising in my throat with every pulse.
She’s surrounding me, filling me; she is everything and everywhere.
Gravity eventually pulls my soul back into my body. Aftershocks glitter through my muscles as Christine’s cock pulses slowly.
Something hot drips onto the base of my neck: her drool.
Christine’s fangs hover just above my skin, heavy breath washing over me. My head is tipped back, instinctively exposing that most vulnerable place to her.
She drags her eyes up to mine, labored, but not reluctant. As if this is a burden she happily bears. Her pupils blow out wide, black voids against the moon of her face.
Another thick drop of saliva falls from her lip to my neck.
I have the strangest sensation, as if I know what she would say so confidently that I can hear her voice in my head.I want you.
Not an obligation. An offering.
A choice.
I know, deep in my bones, that if I said ‘no,’ if I truly meant it, she would stop.
And I know, deep in my bones, that I don’t want her to.
Her nostrils flare, eyes rolling back with pleasure. “Oh,Mylo…” She sinks lower, fangs grazing my skin.
I swallow, throat bobbing so close to those points that could so easily tear it to shreds.
“Tee…I want you.”
Her knot throbs as she takes a shuddering breath. Slowly, deliberately, she presses her teeth against my neck.
And then her jaws clamp shut.
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