| Subject: Chapter 241 - Part 4 (18 and above) |
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Date Posted: Monday, May 01, 07:02:15am
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KatherineG.
's message, "Dreams in the Dark" on Monday, May 01, 06:55:47am
She couldn't stop screaming after this, was so aroused and quaking that she could no longer even attempt to think. Every beat of his wide shaft echoed in tenderness and need out through her form, mixing into her blood to pull in a taut, desperate sense of longing in the furthest heart of her core. His tongue licked its way back up to her ear, his voice a deep, breathy command. "Good." He nipped at the lobe. "You're the only one who'll ever feel me like this again."
Oh, God, yes--this was her wish, her deepest need. It didn't matter that he would be frustrated or laughed at by his comrades for taking no substitutes for her; nothing did, but this. After all, she would also be alone, would be aching for his return every day--no other man possible; she heard him growl in her ear and shuddered in warmth, the constant pull of her depths around his heavy breadth only making the need for him wilder, the truth so evident. She just wouldn't be living, until he was inside her again.
Christ. He could feel her thoughts, was taunted by the very same things--all of it driving him mad. It was incendiary enough that she was with him, that she had taken him inside her once again--goaded him into insanity that she felt so damn tight, hot, and good around his beating breadth; his arm held her close, breath shaky at the joint of her neck and shoulder. But to know that she was his, that no other man would ever have her, made him insane; his growl moved deeper. And he would make damn sure that she understood how little anyone else could move her now.
He acted on this thought, his fingers stroking back between her thighs, starting a pattern along that tender flesh that made her whole body quake. Good. He smiled ferally, ready to make her see--all subtlety gone. "That feels good, doesn't it, 'Kita? You love to have my cock inside you. But remember this." His words were a hot breath at her ear, as he made his warning clear. "No other man will ever make you come."
It was with this growl that he moved her, pushing her slowly forward onto the bed, bracing her on her forearms. Even in the rage of his passion, he shielded her abdomen--not wanting to press her directly onto the bed--still afraid of what he might do. But the knowledge that his child was inside her, that his passion--and her whimpering acceptance of it--had created him, only made the insanity flare, one truth certain. He needed her; his hips pulled back, ready to give her a *very* good ride. And she would remember, for however long he was gone, that she belonged to no one but him.
This wasn't something she was likely to forget, but she had no objections to their current path--at least as hungry as he was. In fact, from his big cock's first, ruthless stroke deep inside her core, she was screaming--aching for more. "*Yes*!" she groaned, spreading her legs. No matter how rough he got, she would always want more.
He knew this, was going to make her remember him--as he certainly had no chance of forgetting her. But, even as his broad shaft was stroking through her--one hand circled around to stroke over that tender flesh between her legs, the other on her shoulder to steady her, as his cock's rhythm took her rough--his mind was tormented by doubt, by visions of what could be; her constant cries for more went half-unheard. As much as he knew to his soul that Nikita would never cheat on him, would never leave him, he couldn't help thinking back to their week-long trip, to the man who would be beside her, when he wasn't; he growled, his big shaft driving into her constantly, far inside her core--making her cries turn to whimpers. But he wasn't about to give up to anyone else without a fight.
She couldn't imagine where his mind was, had no ability to process anything but the miracle he was once again stoking deep inside her. She had her fingers clawing into the spread, her legs held wide, as she moaned ever-more-deeply each time the rhythm of his thick shaft grew infinitely more intense. Already, he was making her blood heat in her veins with the way his talented fingers so thoroughly worked her soft bud. But with every stroke, his whole cock also slid so gorgeously through her walls, stretching her body to his own, immense dimensions, rasping over her--sensitizing her for even more. And, each time, the broad head pounded down hard inside her core, making her nearly screech. Her back arched, ready to beg--as the tingling ache of delight pulled even harder down in the absolute heart of her core. She was already biting her lip, uncertain how much more she could stand. Because, with the way that inner light was already rising . . .
She couldn't hope to express any of this, was just simmering in her ever-approaching bliss. She wasn't even certain when it had started. Perhaps it had been in the delight of being filled by him completely, of knowing that she alone could take him the way he needed. Or maybe it had been before, in the joy of tasting him, of knowing that even the briefest temptations of her lips and tongue were enough to bring him to the very edge. Or perhaps it had just been in seeing him from the first, as he emerged from his shower--his body and soul always what she needed. She didn't know, never would. She only knew that she needed him completely; she groaned, meeting his now-almost-brutal strokes deep within her. And she was going to get what she needed very, very soon.
He was making sure of this, even if his mind had clearly been taken over by terrible images from the future. That inner heat was spiraling, burning, deep within her core--making the screams rise, as his dark words began again. "You like that, Nikita. You love having me in you." He started pushing his cock all the harder, in faster strikes against her core--all the sensations trembling so deeply through her body and soul. The broad head of him pounded in the very heart of her all the harder, as she moaned. "Don't ever think you can find anyone else."
Oh, God. She would have liked to have discussed this, highly unlikely, fear rationally with him, wanted to assure him that there could never be anyone else, but she was too far gone--and she liked the results of his almost-violent anger far too much. His cock was working her core even harder and deeper, making her whole body shake--his fingers rough and knowledgeable against her tender flesh; she could feel the tears rising, as the inevitable joy rose. If this went on much longer, she might die from bliss; she shivered through to her soul, as her demented lover rode her tight, shuddering walls even harder. But she wasn't certain that she would mind that at all.
Already, she couldn't breathe, her gasps of pleasure twisting her body--on her knees to hold herself back to him, begging for more. But still his words went on. "If I come back to find that you've taken any other man inside you, I don't promise to be a gentleman." This sounded wonderful to her, her husband a devastatingly-sweet lover when he most raw; she moaned deep, feeling his wide shaft parting her, swiftly and rudely, until she could only writhe with the ache for release--her blood tingling, core drawn tight. But she absolutely never wanted anyone but him.
He clearly couldn't see this--and she had no breath left to tell him. Besides, the consequences of his fury were much too wonderful to stop. His broad shaft seemed even bigger than before, was stroking through her walls so very quickly, riding her deepest core like a demon--into an absolute fury of light. All she could do was scream and shudder, her fingers like claws in the spread, waiting for the glorious cataclysm to come. But he showed no signs of stopping just yet.
She had thought that she had taken everything she could, that she would die from pleasure, if there were any more--but she was wrong. She could only scream, as he increased it all--his fingers stroking an echo of white heat into her core, where his giant cock invaded her in passion, again and again; the very sound of his desire-hoarse voice stroked so roughly over her soul, making everything that much better, as he made his very solid claim. "This is mine, Nikita. Every part of you is mine." She moaned in agreement, and he grew that much rougher--but she wasn't certain she could take any more joy and live.
He took pity on her then--or perhaps her body simply gave in. He was leaning over her, his lips trailing along the nape of her neck, nipping her there from time to time, as his heavy cock ground in short, brutal strokes into the absolute depths of her core. "That's it, Nikita." The tears flowed down her face, the ruthless rhythm of his fingers and cockhead increasing a hundredfold--penetrating her in delight, the hot ache of it starting to flow. "Come for the only man who'll ever give you what you want."
Oh, God--"Yes!" It was then that his teeth sank into the delicate juncture of her neck and shoulder, his fingers pinching and stroking the tender flesh between her legs, as he met her core with one more, furiously-deep thrust of his gigantic cock. When she started screaming, the heat and light overflowing her soul, he rubbed each pleasure point harder. And that was when she knew to her soul that there had never been any other man on earth but him.
She was shivering in heat, her scream long and deep, as she followed her lover's instructions--the delight of it wracking her soul; her head lowered to the bed, her tears on her arms, as she tried to accept its truth. The rushing delight, the heat had simply filled up every part of her form, leaving her with no room for even a sense of self around it--her body unable to stop trembling from a release so intense there was no part of her left standing. He was right, after all. She was his; the tears flowed. And she would never be able to live without him again.
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