The movie finally ended, and Damon ushered Emmylee out while I was planning on taking a shower.
He returned, saying, "No showers, baby, none. Only me and what I can do to your body. But first, let's make this interesting, shall we?"
His husky murmur ignited a fire within me. My pussy throbbed, and my nipples, already erect, poked like bullets. I purred softly, inviting him to do his worst, to make me beg, or whatever he had planned.
"Oh, you're purring, naughty little bitch. Do I have to spank you, or what?"
The thought of him spanking me made my pussy drool even more. I realized it had been a long time since our last good master session, a combination of pain and pleasure that was heaven. His promise of something like that made me ready for anything. His magic started with a warm caress on my toes, spreading to my ankles and knees. It moved higher and higher, and when it hit my pussy, I felt a tingling, warm sensation. It continued to build, making me pant.
Damon's seductive voice crooned in my ear, "Do you feel it, baby? The tightness, the purity? Hmm, you are once again a virgin, tight, unused, and extremely sensitive..."
I panted, "You damn man, did you have to do this to me...?"
His hot lips caressed my shoulder and chest, avoiding my breasts, even though I thrust them upwards, squirming, trying not to beg. He hummed against my skin, his hands now joining the teasing.
"Oh, please..." I moaned, desperate for him to kiss and bite my breasts.
"Oh, begging already, are we, baby? I am seducing you; pace yourself."
I was completely seduced, but he showed no mercy. His lips were tender and gentle, teasing with feather-light kisses that peppered my skin, heating me up. Lust bloomed all over my body, and my husband was taking his sweet time with me. I wasn't sure how loud I would beg, and it wouldn't take long.
He slowly undressed me, cutting my clothes off as he kissed every inch of my body. He made me feel like the most special thing in the world, though also quite horny. He wasn't in a hurry, and something clicked in my mind, irritatingly. He had done it again. I had convinced myself that things were a certain way, that he was a certain type and would act a certain way.
And here he was, breaking that expectation. He was doing what he wasn't supposed to be doing. He was usually fast, passionate; I'd expect this from someone else, maybe even someone calm, but not from him. It bugged me, not enough to change anything, but a little part of me was pissed off.
I didn't like losing my expectations, as it required me to reboot everything, and I was a creature of habit and order, despite being chaos myself. I brought chaos to others, but I didn't like it when chaos hit me.
As he finally got the rest of my clothes off and used a simple spell to undress himself, I was so ready. But, oh no, he wasn't going to make this easy for me. He spread my legs and licked the insides of my thighs first, his hot breath making my clit swell. I moaned and begged, but he just smirked and used a spell to silence me.
I writhed and squirmed, trying to rub my needy pussy in his face, but he kept my pelvis effortlessly in place as he teased and aroused me. He licked my thighs, not my pussy yet. I was getting really frustrated, my pulse hitting almost 200, and I felt like my pussy was drooling constantly.
My breasts ached, my nipples felt like they had grown, and I had never been this horny, or at least not that I could remember in recent times. No one had teased me this skillfully, this long, and made me feel like this. I was tortured, but in the best possible way, even if it ignited my mind and my lust to a fully new level.
As his tongue finally hit my pussy, I screamed as I came for the first time. I was so damn ready, and he chuckled happily. But he kept me in place as his skillful tongue delved between my pussy lips, his teeth nipped my clit, and his hot breath on top of all this made the orgasm bloom again in my belly. Sweat poured out of me, my thighs trembled as pleasure took my breath away, and it was not just once or twice.
He brought me to the edge of ecstasy countless times with just his mouth. He held himself back, not yet succumbing to his own desire. I could feel through our bond the growing intensity of the agonizing climax after each other. I sensed his happiness, his satisfaction in reducing me to a shuddering, sweaty mess, unable to think clearly, only able to plead in a broken voice for him to continue and not stop.
I needed to cum, and I needed it right now, despite how many orgasms he had already wrung out of my body. Finally, he crawled up. I could feel his hot, hard cock pulsating against me. His dark smirk in the dim light of the bedroom ignited me further. I lifted my hips, trying to rub my needy pussy into him. Hot drops of his precum fell on my thighs, but he maintained control, still resisting his lust.
I moaned and asked, "Do I have to do it myself, or are you going to fuck me like you've never fucked before?"
He purred, "My tight little virgin, talking dirty to Daddy? Oh, you're going to get it, and soon. Let's see what you say when I make you feel the stretch, the burn, slowly, not letting it morph into pure pleasure right away, my dirty girl..."
Oh my god, I was so ready. I felt his enormous cockhead slowly starting to push in. The burn and sting were almost too much; his spell had truly made me so damn tight and snug. Now he was taking this slowly, much slower than he had ever done.
He didn't pull back, but slowly pushed in more, not even an inch, but just enough to make the burn morph into pain, hot pain, the sting becoming something more. Then he leaned on top of me, kissing me all the while as his enormous hot cockhead continued its merciless advance.
The burn and pain made me moan, tears sprang to my eyes, but passionate kisses and the sensation of his tongue on me made me tolerate it. The pain bloomed deeper, and I could feel my hymen stretch, and stretch, as a sharper pain began to hit me as it started to rupture. I could smell my blood as it began to ooze when this monster cock was tearing my hymen so damn slowly apart.
The pain made my pussy almost numb, but his kisses were almost robbing me of my breath altogether, and I panted, feeling his shaft penetrating deeper, filling me up, stretching my pussy like it had never been stretched before. Now I wasn't a sex beast who had fucked for months, but I was once again a virgin being taken for the very first time by a merciless lover who was literally going to own me and my body.
The pain persisted, yet his kisses and the touch of his hands on my body offered a respite. Finally, a sharp pain as he breached my hymen and thrust his enormous cock fully inside. I was still incredibly tight, and now, his movements were no longer gentle or slow. He pulled out and slammed back in, faster, harder, kissing me, his eyes burning with lust, dominating me completely.
I was flattened beneath him, legs spread, his cock pistoning in and out like a lust-fueled rod, transforming pain into pleasure. Broken pleas spilled out, my tears having dried long ago. Sweat beaded all over me, and pleasure, like a nuclear bomb, bloomed deep within my belly.
My thighs shuddered as he channeled his lust energy, his chakras pressing against mine, controlling my climax, preventing me from coming—not yet. His dark smirk was dangerous, dominant, and I was helpless in the best possible way. I was pretty sure I wouldn't be going to church in the morning; my lust was awakening too, and this wouldn't end in just hours—or at least, I hoped not. But one never knows what the future holds.
Our chakras... humans believe there are only a certain number, but that's not true; there are many more, and one must simply find them. In my case and Damon's, certain chakras were branded into our skin by him. Once we were fucking, these chakras locked together, deepening our connection to the maximum.
There was a sex chakra in my pussy and at the base of his dick. Every thrust connected us, our chakras, making our sex so much more. But as he was also a lust wizard, he took over my climax, controlling it, preventing me from coming—not right away.
Then, there was the alpha chakra; mine was on the right side of my neck, right over my pheromone glands, and his was free, meaning he usually called it into his palm, slamming it into my neck. The alpha chakras connected, and that was like a highway of love. It made us... when that connection was on, I felt us; I was no longer just me, but we were us, and it was incredible.
Then there was the memory chakra, love chakra, heart chakra, and a few others, too, all branded onto our skin. Despite Damon having lost his status as pack leader, he still commanded others' chakras, meaning he could close them, keep them dormant, or let them be active. He hadn't messed with them in a long time, just letting everyone decide for themselves, but somehow, I suspected that might change.
As he fucked me, skin slapping skin, wet squealing sounds filled the air as our fluids mixed. This act of sex, with its inherent carnality, was undeniable, yet our connection ran deep, once again making me question the chakra thing.
His unconditional love for me shone right into my soul, and of course, there was a need to possess me, to have me completely. Jealousy might spark, but this was family time. I felt his love for my kids, our babies, our five little raspberries deep in my womb, and it felt just short of amazing.
His hot, strong body still dominated me, pleasure coiling inside me. His hot hands mapped every last inch of my body as if he hadn't touched me like this in a long time, and he had a fever running in him, a need to have me, and I felt it all.
This was sex, a pretty damn rough one at that, the kind one could write books about. It had it all, rougher than normal porn, but then again, we were a lust pack; this was our life, and it was just what it was. I wasn't thinking anything very deep as I was spread, sparks flying in my eyes, trying to cum so desperately, feeling all these emotions from Damon, from my own soul, and our connection blazed like a neutron star.
There were moments where I couldn't tell us apart. I knew, in one part of me, that once again I was being weak. Hadn't he crushed my soul just recently, making me feel pain like no other? And yet, I was here, riding this high that love and our connection gave me.
But then again, isn't this the purpose of life: to be loved, to make mistakes and learn from them, to let go of the past and move on, to let love shine so damn bright and just enjoy life?
We were immortal, unkillable, meaning this would happen time after time. There was no such thing as eternal happiness or happily ever after, not for me. To be honest, it would be way too fucking boring. I was meant to feel these emotions, riding these highs, being sunk by those lows; they were what made life worth living for, nothing more, nothing less.
Experience, feeling, emotions—this was life. And these next 13 years? Well, I was ready. I wasn't sure what kind of crises we would have, but I was ready to face them all, learn, and grow. Right now, there was just him and me, this sex, our sounds, smells, and all the emotions, our history, and also our future, written in a language older than humanity itself: lust.
As the morning began to break, the darkness still lingered, and I found myself nestled atop him. I was completely filled, both holes brimming with his essence. His warm, nourishing presence within me revitalized my energy, and I felt his love coursing through me. His still-hard cock was deeply embedded in my pussy as he lazily moved his hips, causing me to pant and bury my face in his neck.
Shudders coursed through me as he coaxed yet another orgasm from my sweaty body. We hadn't yet made any sanctification of the room but this bed, this moment, was not yet the time. We had only just reconnected, and while sanctification might come later, it wasn't now. I was limp with pleasure, and his chuckle, as he felt my pussy greedily milking his cock during my climax, lit up my heart.
He held me tightly, pressing me against himself as if fearing I would escape. I wasn't sure what the morning would bring, but in this moment, everything was as it should be. Physically, I felt his cock buried deep within me, and it felt utterly natural. I was safe in his arms, a place that brought me a sense of security, love, and lust. Emotionally, our connection, the very thing that could tear my soul apart, was once again healed.
There were new scars, but those scars made it more real, connecting soul to soul, a connection we both needed. And that brought peace to my soul like nothing else; I was safe, loved by Damon, and this was utter perfection.