*Trigger warning - extreme heat*

Oh, I'm mad all right. Mad with desire. With urgent need.

She's exquisite. I'm in awe of her flawlessness. Her nudity only confirms what I already thought of her with her clothes on.

Dru is everything I envisioned her to be, and more. Every curve is graceful, every fraction of skin smooth. Her breasts are larger than I imagined, round and perky, her nipples hardened and enticing.

Her thighs are thunderous yet muscular, like she's skillfully ridden horses all her life.

Good, because she'll need a saddle to ride someone like me.

And that space between her legs; so wet and willing. I can't even see it well, but I know. I sense her arousal from across the room.

She stays at a distance, but slowly approaches, her fingers twitching at her sides. She's not nervous; she's trying to hold it all in, to not succumb to me immediately.

But I know how to accelerate the process.

I pat at the erection pressing hard against my trousers. If I unleash it, she'll lose her mind. I've had enough sexual encounters by now to know that my member's size is...above average. Many women's jaws dropped at the sight of it, and many men salivated at the notion of feeling it inside them.

I can't wait to feel her.

I unfasten my pants, and watch as her eyes widen, her mouth opening. She who was so sensual and confident when she disrobed; she's now hanging on my every move. She wants more.

I love it.

"Is there something," I say, sitting up to lower my pants, "you'd like to see?"

She licks her lips, and I notice her doing her hardest to maintain her composure. More so as I remove my cloak and shirt.

"Perhaps," she says, twiddling a finger around her nipple. She shudders in pleasure at her own touch, which only thickens my arousal. "Depends on what you'd like to show."

Everything. Take all of me, and devour me.

My thoughts nearly betray me, because I nearly say them out loud. Her gaze is so hungry, I can't bother to delay any longer. I want her to see me, to lust after me. I want her.

I shrug my pants completely down, exposing my erect cock for her viewing pleasure. And from the way her eyes go round as saucers, and her mouth hangs open, it's official: she's interested.

Her cheeks flush as she saunters a few more feet forward. She's almost close enough for me to grab and pull closer; but I'll let her come to me. I'll let her decide how she wants to approach my beastly desire for her. "You've got quite the surprise under there."

I take hold of my cock in one fist, stroking it as I scooch to the edge of the bed. I let my legs dangle off as I admire her. "Is it a pleasant surprise?"

"Hmm," she says, her fingers resting on her thighs, itching to creep between her legs. She can't seem to stop ogling me, thirsting for me. And she wants to do something about it. "Very much so."

I can't quit envisioning her moisture, how it'll feel coating my cock. How she'll taste, down there; how she'll scream when I taste her.

She's inches away. If I move my neck, I can put my mouth on her nipple and suckle it, watching her writhe in delight.

I should keep her waiting, yearning. Make her beg for it, get her to the point where she's so needy she can no longer take it and has to have me.

For the illusion. For the game. To please my king. I have to resist.

But...I can't.

She sees me angling forward, drawn to her. I wait for her to acknowledge me, to understand what I want. She gives me a sharp nod: touch me, Az. Touch me, try me, fuck me.

It doesn't take more than that to get me started.

I take hold of her butt-cheeks, squeezing their plumpness. She moans as I pull her forward, pressing her thighs to my knees. I don't let her between them yet; there are a few things I'd like to do to her while she's standing.

Her nipples are right there for the taking, so I take them. One in my mouth, the other tensing under my touch, between my finger and thumb. I keep my free hand on her ass, digging into her soft flesh.

She doesn't squirm, but her breaths are quick, her body melting. She releases gentle moans, and though I'm not touching her there, I know her anticipation is growing.

As I continue to suck on her nipple, she slouches slightly and wraps her small hand around my enormous cock. She shivers at the contact, her palm getting familiar with the delicate skin, the tip, the thickness of it all.

"That," she whispers, "is going to feel like perfection inside me."

I quit sucking long enough to peer up at her. "And is that what you want?"

She chews on her lower lip. "What I want is for you to keep pleasuring me," she pulls away, "as I pleasure you."

She tugs her nipples away as she pushes me down on the bed. She crawls over me, settling her center right over my face. That spot I'd been so desperate to see, to touch; the delicious moisture is millimeters from my mouth. I'm lulled forward, eager to lick her.

She's so tempting I might lose my mind.

"I'm going to twist around and take you in my mouth," she says, turning her body so it angles down mine as she reaches for my penis. Her knees are on either side of my head, enclosing me. Her sweet spot is right above my mouth. "And you can play around with that deft tongue of yours to get me ready for you. Because for this," she grabs my cock again, more firmly, "I'll need all the preparation I can get."

She's right; as I slide my tongue into her wet folds, I already know it'll be a tight fit. Her area is narrow, but oh-so-drenched with arousal that my lips are covered in her flavor within seconds. It's delicious.

Her lips fold around my cock, taking me almost entirely in her mouth. I don't want to know how she's doing it, but it's a magical, tingling feeling that shoots up my legs, my torso, and brings my heart to an erratic pace. Her tongue trails along my length with skill, sending chills all over me.

I can hardly move, but my tongue is lapping her up, twirling around her sensitive spot. Her legs quiver on either side of me, and she releases a moan that reverberates up my cock and makes me moan.

"Gods," I say, trying not to suffocate from her soaked slit, from her thighs encapsulating my head. "Why do you taste so divine?"

She giggles, taking me deeper into her throat, making me tense. It'll be difficult to not unleash myself into her mouth before I can even enter her wetness.

The more I taste her, the more I want to taste her. It's toxic; she's a candy I'm not supposed to enjoy, but I can't stop.

I should be taking over; giving the pleasure, not receiving it. I should be bringing her to her knees, demanding that I fuck her. Instead, she's got me wanting her more and more.

She's good at this. Not only at sucking my cock—but at this game, this upside-down experience.

I suddenly realize I might be in over my head, because she's better at this than me/ It's like she knows I'm trying to seduce her, and she's upped her own game to beat me.

"Mmm," she says, her legs shaking tenfold as she pops my cock out of her mouth. "I'm close, Az. So close. Keep doing what you're doing, and I'm going to explode."

I don't dare taunt her and anchor my tongue to the spot that's been making her quake the most. I flick, suckle, lick; rinse, repeat. Within minutes, as promised, she cries out before collapsing on top of me, overcome with shakes.

"Az," she says, rolling off me and laying on her back, eyes widening on the ceiling. "That was...that's..."

I lay on my side, ignoring my cock as it pulsates, its need unsatisfied. She was incredibly skilled, but she's left me craving more. I need to thrust into her, as soon as possible.

"And?" I trace a finger along her arm, watching her skin cover in goosebumps in the wake of my touch.

She turns her head to me, her eyes sparkling with lust, her lips swollen from taking my dick in her mouth. Swirls of dark hair curl around her breasts, like targets begging me to come closer. "And I want you to fuck me now. Please. Hard, fast, deep."

The words are poetry to my ears. But I'm confused; wasn't she disappointed that I'd left her at the tavern? Doesn't she want to get up and leave me, now, in this precarious situation where I'm on the verge of a climax? That's what I thought she was doing. Getting her satisfaction—and I know I satisfied her—and taking off.

Why isn't she exploiting my desire like I seek to exploit hers?

She's too tender, too sweet. Yes, she's dangerously alluring, and I don't doubt for a second that she could break me with one comment. But if she's thinking anything bad, she's keeping it to herself.

Have I won? Have I wooed her to the point that she's succumbed to me entirely?

It's too easy. It's too delightful. She's too perfect.

"Az," she mutters, slipping on top of me, straddling me. "If you don't fuck me right now, I'm going to take what I want, and you'll have no control."

She rubs her soaked folds over my cock, drenching it. I bite the insides of my cheeks to not jam into her right then and there.

I'm supposed to flip her over, dominate her. To fuck her until she blacks out. I am supposed to be in control, like she implied.

But I don't want to move. I'm so hypnotized by this woman, and I don't care how we fuck, as long as we do. If she's the one calling the shots...I'll let her.

And that's against everything my king asked me to do.

"Fine," she says, smirking at my silence. She hefts her hips up, teasing the tip of my cock at her entrance. "We're doing this my way."

"What are you?" I ask, as she slides the tip into her. Her eyes roll to the back of her head at the pressure. It's hard for me to keep my composure as I already feel her compressing around me.

She's no normal human. The magic I sensed in her is still there, still pure. So raw it leaves me breathless. Everything about her is too perfect, and I'm not sure I'm a match for her power.

She must be a goddess. There's no way she's anything else. Or a lower-level deity or a sorceress working for the goddesses. Someone who clearly knows how to employ certain energies to get what she wants.

I wonder if she knows what I am. Has she sensed that I belong underground? That I'm a nefarious creature created by the king of demons, the wrathful being sealed below the surface to contain his evil?

Does she know I intend to wound her, and that her bleeding heart will start a war?

"I'm an angel on fire," she breathes out, as my cock is halfway into her. Like I surmised, it's a tight fit, and she's stretched out to the maximum; but if it's hurting her, she's not showing it. Sweat pools over her forehead and she's panting, but she's smiling. "And you," she says, with one final shove, "you're a demon. A bad boy. You..." She moves forward, pulling me out slightly, then dips down onto my cock again. "Hmmmm, you're a bad, bad boy."

I'm not sure what an angel is, but it must be some figure of speech here in Hazelvale. And the way she said demon...I don't think she means it literally. She means it in the sense that I'm pleasing her in ways that aren't legal. That this pleasure is sinful, and it shouldn't be real.

Oh, but it is.

The feeling of being inside her is so intense, I know I won't last long. This'll end with us breathless and tipsy with more need. We'll go a few more rounds before she falls asleep in exhaustion, and I'll sneak out without a word, before the night is done.

Before the sun rises, I'll disappear from her life again. But I won't forget how incredible she felt, how wonderful she tasted.

Dru.

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