I was going to die. Deep down, I was afraid, but that wasn't all. The thought stirred another emotion within me. Anger? Sadness? None of that, but I was subconsciously suppressing it to hide the reality from myself.
Eve turned to me, her hand against her vagina, two fingers moving back and forth inside. In a voice that hinted at her exasperation, she said, "It's always the same! Of course, I need this intercourse to live, and if it were only that, I wouldn't see any harm in you remaining passive like your friends, playing dead."
I was already dead in reality, my being had already decided for me that it was over. But I couldn't let it be.
"But if I take the time to sleep with you, it's also for my own desire. I'm a succubus, I have urges that I have trouble restraining, but with cases like you, I have no chance of satisfying them. It's always so annoying as soon as you learn the truth, but without doing so, there's no way to continue. I've tried, but you're always too curious. I want to feel that vigorous pleasure at the beginning, I want you to take me, to make me come!"
She stared at me with an expression that was both angry and pleading. I ignored her and stared up at the ceiling. I was going to die, and all she wanted was to have fun, just like I had just moments before I heard the news. Eve stormed off into another room, the door slamming loudly as she left. I thought back to the first part of our lovemaking, the voluptuousness that had flowed through me. I would never have the opportunity to feel such pleasure again. Or maybe one last time. All I had to do was convince Eve that I was up for another ride and that I was giving it my all. I would ascend to heaven.
But there was still this problem of my death that terrified me, that paralyzed me. The end of a being, I was on the edge of existence. My hairs stood on end. My body would end lifeless, at the mercy of everyone, my soul would be wandering, or it would disappear. I felt that if I remained doing nothing, my end would come within the hour, but if I gave myself over to the pleasure of the flesh with her, it would probably be my last moments. You could imagine yourself, on the edge of a precipice, where you would sleep with the woman of your dreams. At any moment you could fall, but once launched, you want to go all the way. The call of the void joins the ardor of sex. Euphoria would be at its peak, intoxication would be master. One false move and it would be over, but it is perhaps this movement that will send you into the greatest of trances. Desire joins fear and intoxication is born, it carries us away, knowing that nothing would allow us to turn back. We would be subjected to our passions, eros under a death instinct would give life to the most beautiful symbiosis.
I stood up, determined, my penis proudly pinching the sky. I headed toward the room where Eve had taken refuge. I opened the door and saw her, my scaffold, naked, on her knees, her buttocks raised and her upper body lying down. With her hand she was trying to give herself pleasure, she was moaning, her head buried in the sheets. She didn't seem to have heard me come in. She was there, my reaper, inviting me to celebrate my last moments. Her body made me fantasize, it called me; to this was coupled the intoxication of my sudden death.
I positioned myself right behind her. My penis came to rest on her buttocks, which I grabbed on each side with force. She suddenly stopped touching herself and turned her face towards me, a surprised look:
"But... What are you doing here?
- I changed my mind, I'll grant your wish."
I spread her buttocks to open the gates of paradise for me. Her face took on a satisfied, then ribald expression. She spoke again:
"You'll amaze me until the end. But don't think I'm going to let you lead the dance. Let me..."
I didn't let her finish speaking and entered her with a sharp thrust. I reached the bottom of her, her back suddenly arched and she raised her head to the sky with a cry. This simple introduction gave me much more pleasure than all the time spent sleeping with her while I was deeply depressed. Following this simple jolt I felt a little of my strength leave me, but I still had more than enough to continue. I moved my pelvis back so that only the tip of my spear was inside her. In position, I was ready to return to the front, but Eve got up so that she was on all fours and turned her head towards me to say:
"Let me finish talking, you idiot. It's up to me to take the reins to make up for your mediocre performance."
I smiled at her, looking understanding. She smiled back. I gripped her pelvis firmly and replied,
"This is probably the last time I get to fuck, I plan on giving it everything I've got!
- Don't..."
Without letting her finish speaking, I thrust my pelvis against hers again. Our two bodies collided forcefully, with such power that the shock resonated throughout the room. In response, her back arched again and she cried out in pleasure. I didn't stop, nestled deep inside her, I resumed the movement, rocking my body back and forth. I channeled the strength I had left and used it to assert my dominance. A feeling of intoxication ran through my body, I felt like I was floating, I was no longer completely in control of myself. I let myself go with my instincts, I succumbed to passions, and the latter congratulated me, they rewarded me. A unique pleasure titillated me. My penis slid through her walls like a superbly sharp blade that would slice a body, with such clarity. The fluidity of the movement, the salacious sound of our bodies colliding, our bodies and our sweat mingling: so many erotic elements that reinforced my appetite for her. I was losing my mind, but one thought remained etched in it. With each jolt, each time I lodged myself deep inside her, the idea of my sudden death appeared to me. At any moment I could collapse. I no longer paid attention to the energy I had left. I continued blindly to penetrate her, to plunder her wildly. This thought, instead of stopping me, made the adrenaline rise, it excited me. I was really at the edge of this cliff, in front of me stood Eve, on all fours, but beyond it was emptiness. A superb view called to me beyond the two hills that I held tightly. It only took one blow too hard to make Eve's legs give way and I'd vanish with her into the depths. I was playing with fire, my blows never losing intensity, sometimes they suddenly gained in force. To my great pleasure, I felt my comrade's body respond to me. Her back arched while her buttocks trembled, then fell onto my weapon. Cries of pleasure escaped from her dripping mouth, her hands firmly clinging to the sheets to maintain balance.
Eve's breasts moved in time with my thrusts, she tried to hide her moans, while her wings trembled. Every now and then I heard a small "yes" slip through, she no longer showed any desire to take control, she seemed to be enjoying the moment more than anything else.
"So," I said, "do you still want to lead?"
- HUM... fucking... han! she tried to answer between two cries. Go on b... han... do what you want... fuck me however you want as long as you make me come!"
A smile appeared. I had won this round. I was once again, and until the very end, the boss. I reversed the roles in the contract; now I was the master and she was the slave; she was the one begging me. I was regaining my ferocity, my pleasure increased tenfold.
I watched it intently, enjoying the visual and sensory spectacle. Its fluttering wings were winking at me, so I grabbed one and pulled it back.
"AHH! At this cry, his entire upper body stiffened. My wings are too sensitive!
- Then you won't mind if I play with it."
I grabbed her second wing and pulled it violently in turn. Eve's body rose with a honeyed moan. She was parallel to me, our bodies only inches apart. I let go of one of her wings to grab one of her breasts. Holding her front and back, I managed to keep her stable in the face of my incessant pelvic thrusts that her legs alone wouldn't have been able to withstand. With my index finger and thumb, I pinched the tip of her nipple while with the rest of my hand I massaged her breast. She slid one hand back to my pelvis to steady herself, and with the other she came to grab my head to bring it closer to hers, which she turned towards me. Our lips finally joined after so much time spent apart. They rediscovered that lost warmth, our tongues took off again in a frantic waltz. We were in total symbiosis, our bodies as one. I was inside her, she was inside me. We held each other tightly, our fingers mingling with our sweaty bodies, I becoming what she was, and she was taking me as her own. When I gave her pleasure, I received as much as when she gave it. Each of our sensual movements only added to this torrent of delight.
This symphony of bodies persisted, and in return for the sensory pleasure, my partner stole my vital energy. I felt my legs gradually lose their strength, I fought to stay upright while I tried to maintain the same strength in my assaults on her fortress. I wanted to feel the greatest pleasure I was still allowed to obtain but also to make her rise to seventh heaven before she sent me there once and for all.
I let go of her wing and placed my hand on her pelvis, the lack of strength in my arm no longer allowing me to tease her. I firmly gripped her breast to compensate and massaged it vigorously. I felt her hand on my head grab my hair and suddenly squeeze it in response. With the other, she dug her nails into my skin, holding me as if she never wanted to leave me. I felt my blood flow along my body while the pain awakened my soul. It didn't bother me, at that moment, I even appreciated it, because it gave me ardor. A vital surge passed through me in reaction to this pleasantly painful sensation. This power concentrated in the only one of my limbs that had yet to express itself. Lodged and dislodged in its cave, it stiffened, it surpassed itself one last time, and Eve felt it. In any case, her body made me understand it.
Her vagina was turning into a furnace, my penis was sliding into this ever wetter alley, her cheekbones were reddening, her hands were becoming those of a wild animal and her mouth, detaching itself from mine, let out a few honeyed moans.
"I... I'm exhausted, Jonas! Hmm!"
I didn't have the strength to answer her, I continued mechanically to penetrate her, to plunge myself deep inside her, to touch her to her most remote places, filling all the space she had opened for me. I knew I was very close to the end, as if the moment of my pleasure also signaled that of my death. My legs trembled, a shiver ran through my body and especially my pelvis. And finally it was time, I knew that the next attack would be the last. I stopped for a short moment with only the tip of my penis inside her and gave the final assault by joining all the strength I had left. I suddenly hit the bottom of her vagina and my penis ejaculated while I maintained my position. With both arms I held her tightly while she also expressed her pleasure. She suddenly stopped supporting her weight and holding me. She let her body be crossed by divine sensory fluctuations and pleasure. She was trembling and her face held an expression of perfect satiety, lust filling her empty gaze.
For a few seconds I poured myself into her, externalizing all that accumulated desire and pleasure. My body trembled too, a feeling of well-being coupled with the most intense sexual satisfaction possible tore my soul into a thousand pieces as it lost its last moments of vitality. But I still had enough left to support Eve's body, which could no longer stand alone. I felt her lean forward on the bed and her knees slipped off the edge at the same time. I supported her to prevent her from collapsing on the floor.
I slowly moved my pelvis back to withdraw from her. I felt my penis slide along her, but more particularly my glans which was very sensitive, releasing a few projections of my liquid in the process. While my sacred weapon was completely out, a trickle of sperm remained stuck to its tip, connecting it to Eve's lair. From the latter a hot white flow escaped. It was on the small of her back that I served her the last of my offerings.