I don't remember who I was or what I did before, but I definitely have an instinct for bad things.
One of those was satisfying myself despite a future consequence.
We only live once, or probably twice, since this is my second life, but remember, in all that we do, we should learn to live in the moment and worry about our problems later.
Now, shall I feast on this handsome male?
As this man lay back on the moss, I took a moment to take in the sight of him. His slit blue eyes were wide and fixed on me like I was the most dangerous—and beautiful—thing he'd ever seen, making me feel good in more ways than one could imagine.
He was someone born for dominance but unfortunately for him, he met me.
"Good boy," I whispered, sitting on his lap and slowly taking off my tattered dress.
Didn't want to rip it so I would have something to wear by the morning. This man didn't magically come out of the cocoon fully dressed so there was nothing for me to steal.
I licked my lip, taking a look at his chest. His skin was like polished marble, cool and smooth, while I was still radiating the feverish heat.
When I leaned down, my damp hair brushed against his chest, and I heard his heart hammer against his ribs.
Then, I helped myself to take in his huge cock that had been erect for a while now. The grit was firm on my grip and pulsing, the veins showing no mercy to my delicate entrance.
I was leaking so much that I felt there was no issue trying to push him in in one go and there wasn't.
My body was just that ready, you could say.
"Here I go," I mumbled and looked at his face, his trembling eyes as he watched his cock positioned to my entrance and he gulped.
He was definitely a virgin.
I grunted as I pushed myself down, feeling his tip slide in, and then as I sat lower, he plunged deeper into me, forcing my head to cock back and my breath to rasp.
That sensation... It was heavenly for some reason.
Without waiting for my body to get used to his size, I began to grind my hips against him, his cock rubbing the insides of my walls and filling me completely.
That's right... That's the sweet sensation this body needs to calm down. That fire burning... I need to put it out soon.
Then, I lifted my hips, my hands pressed on his lower abdomen. I watched him as he watched his cock slowly sliding out of me, and that predatory gaze began to burn.
Sure, he had been an amateur a minute ago, kissing clumsily, but he wasn't an amateur for long.
Instinct is a powerful thing in this world, especially for a predator such as himself.
His hands suddenly found my waist. He didn't just hold me; he gripped me with a possessive strength and then pushed me back down, causing me to feel bolts of lightning strike through every vessel in my body.
My breath hitched and for a second, I forgot how to breathe.
This... he was quite the fast learner but he was doing too much. I'm the one sailing this ship.
I leaned forward into his body, my damp black hair cascading on his chest and my golden eyes reflecting in his blue ones.
He searched and searched, as if he could find the answer to why he felt so good in my eyes and I grinned.
"I'll do it, so just stay still," With that, I clenched my insides and he groaned.
Then slowly, I slid up and down, giving him the feel of slow torture. Where did I learn things like this? Oh, right, I have no memories, so it's all muscle movement.
I loved the thrill of it, loved the energy that filled me with each thrust...
Every time I bit my lip or let out a sharp gasp, his eyes would glow a deeper, more electric blue.
Then, I kissed his lips, nibbled his lower lip, and dragged it a bit before letting go, but not until I tore his lip.
Seeing the blood trickle down, I felt satisfaction, and he didn't seem to mind that I had just bitten his lip to the point of bleeding.
His eyes were still fixed on mine and he was doing his best not to move his hips, though his best was not enough.
When he felt that good, how could he stay still like a statue?
"You..." he rasped, his voice vibrating through my chest. "What are you doing to me?"
He finally asked.
"Shh," I silenced him, pressing my thumb against his bottom lip. "Less talking, more service."
I lifted my body and felt his cock reach even deeper. I tested my hips, grinding again and moaning. I made sure to let him know who was in charge.
What could an amateur do besides just thrusting anyway? I'll teach him what true pleasure feels like.
I watched his face—the way his jaw tightened, the way his head fell back against the wet moss as I pushed him to his limit. He looked like a fallen angel, drowning in a pleasure he clearly hadn't been prepared for.
I had corrupted him.
He tried to flip us, his beastly strength surging as he reached for control, but I pressed my hands firmly against his shoulders, pinning him back down.
"I said stay," I commanded, my voice dripping with toxic sweetness.
The look of shocked submission in his eyes was better than any drug. He let out a low, guttural growl—a sound that was half-protest and half-worship—and finally gave in, letting me devour him.
Though, not without a little more fight. He moved his cock, shoving a little deeper than I could reach while he felt his climax coming.
I felt it, hot, thick, and deliciously enticing flowing inside me, and that forced me into a depraved state where I wanted more.
I wanted to suck the life out of him, it seemed, and my hungry body devoured every last inch of him.
Then, as I felt my own pleasure reaching its peak, I fell forward and dug my teeth into his chest. Without knowing I was marking him, I enjoyed the thrill that came with his overflowing energy.
By the time the stars shifted in the sky, he was breathless, huffing and panting, his body trembling beneath mine, his eyes hazy with an obsession he wouldn't be able to shake for a long, long time.
He thought this was the beginning of a soul-bond. He thought he had finally found his mate, but I thought otherwise.
To me, he was just a very effective fire extinguisher. And a delicious one too.