You Want To Cum Again?

Morgan's POV

I turned to face him, cocking a brow, my heart leaping right out of my chest as endless possibilities of what he was about to do, hit me all at once.

With a pocket knife, my dress was slit vertically into a perfect half, and I just watched it happen as his eyes came to direct contact with my pure nakedness.

His eyes glinted with something that made me shiver, then he lowered his head.

I let out a weak whimper when he kissed the middle of my chest, a fresh wave of desire attacking me. I forgot what it was like when I had him on me days ago.

His eyes soon locked on the flesh in between my legs, and I saw them glow, his muscles locking, his claws threatening to make appearances.

I instinctively tried to clench my thighs but failed as they were wide apart, and he spanked my thighs.

My eyes brimmed with instant tears. Not sad tears, tears of pleasure I never expected.

“Stop looking at it.” I demanded, my voice cracking. I felt shy and vulnerable. His eyes were right on my pussy, and I felt it grow wetter and wetter as the seconds passed by. It would be embarrassing to start dripping under his watchful gaze, showing him exactly how badly I didn't hate his body.

“I should stop looking at what I caused? I don't think so.”

I shook when he reached my pussy and immediately ran his fingers over it. I bit my lips, my body shuddering against my will. Fuck. Fuck.

His smile was soft, his eyes portraying pure malicious evil. He was enjoying himself.

I groaned deeply when he torturously continued to drag his fingers over it, getting right into the folds and rubbing gently. He did it in low circles, setting my poor throbbing clit on fire.

“Azriel….oh my God…please don't stop…” My breath caught.

“That's right. Beg me like you begged me to come pleasure you every night when I was your slave, my queen.”

Rage consumed me.

“I hate you to death.”

“You wish.”

Then I was stabbed. My scream got stuck in my throat. He sank two fingers deeply inside me, with so much ease because I was so damn wet.

I saw stars.

“You're so hot for me. After all your tantrums, you still want me at the end of the day. You want me to lead you on this very bed.”

“Lies.”

“Shh, it's the truth.” His voice was low, rough, disgustingly tugging at the nerves surrounding the swollen flesh in between my shaky legs.

It was indeed the truth.

He finger-fucked me to ruins, to even more tears. I was soon bawling, having the best time of my life. I've never been this fucked in my entire life, and he wasn't even inside me. Would I survive him if I was barely taking his fingers? If I couldn't move and just let him touch me as he wanted?

“I made you so wet, you dared to meet another man for help.”

Even in the midst of my pleasure, I couldn't shut up.

“To overtake you, yes. He was going to mobilize soldiers to kill you. He wanted me so bad, Azriel.” I bit my lips, his fingers hitting that sweet spot repeatedly, over and over and over again.

“My queen, Caden, never stood a chance.”

“What?” I blinked. Then it stopped. The orgasm I was building halted. He pulled out his fingers, and it felt like the world had collapsed on me.

“You—”

“Let me make this clear. As long as I still breathe, no other man will touch you and survive it.”

“I guess I'll have to kill you then.” If I could get out of these chains, I would've. I was feral, mad, my nerves going haywire.

He left me, and I watched him with a dry throat, torturously lick my arousal off his fingers. Then he smiled, a beautiful smile that almost knocked my socks right off.

“You stubborn woman. If only you told me you wanted me to take care of you…”

Then he started to lower himself, his head going down, and I started to scream in my head. The heat coming from him was killing my soul, his breath now directly facing my very, very swollen pussy.

“D-don't come anywhere near me.” I shook, full of uncontainable desire.

He didn't respond to me.

“What are you doing? Stop!” If he did I would find a way out of these chains and smash his head repeatedly with them.

“Shhh. It's mine. Mine to eat.”

His breath was hitting it, and it throbbed even more. I looked down at myself, embarrassed. I had never seen it this swollen. I wish I could kill myself. I was beyond petrified. My body wanted him so badly, so badly, it was beyond explanation.

Just then, he sent his nose right in, rubbing it from top to bottom as slowly as possible, and a scream tore right out of my throat.

No matter what, I couldn't seem to catch a breather. He was making me work. He was rewriting everything about how I liked to be pleasured in just a matter of days.

My body shook so much, I had a feeling I might run out of dopamine and deal with the consequences before he was even done with me.

He pulled away, and this time, he brought his mouth closer. I knew I was about to die.

He placed his middle and index finger over my pussy in a V shape, sticking out his tongue and lowering it. I felt the first swipe as he pressed his fingers down and sucked my clit hard, and something awoke in me.

My orgasm hit then, unexpected from nowhere. It felt like my soul left my body and came back as I practically convulsed under his tongue. He sucked me hard through it, as if to punish me.

I've never had such a mind blowing one before. I've never felt so alive, so weak, so breathless.

“Fuck…” I cried and cried.

“That's right. Say those bad words befitting of your naughty mouth.”

“You're killing me, fuck.”

He raised his head up, spat on it, thick spit, and he rubbed it all over with his fingers, my eyes rolling back in my head. He settled back in, his tongue wickedly working on my folds, his eyes never leaving mine as he destroyed my life.

Another orgasm was fast approaching.

“Mhmm…been dying to taste this. The cunt of the fountain of delicious cruelty.”

“Azriel…” I was really seeing stars at this point, too far gone in my own little world.

“Yes my queen?” The wet sticky sounds of my cum and his tongue filled the air, too erotic to the poor ears.

“Right there, right there.” He hit a spot with his well muscled tongue, and I needed him to keep doing it.

This seemed to piss the monster off.

“I'm not your slave. You won't give me orders. I'll eat my cunt the way I want it.”

He sucked the whole thing into his mouth just then, and something shifted in my body, and I just burst into tears.

“This isn't even how to make me conceive pups!” I needed a distraction, anything to help me from the way he held onto my thighs with his big arms, eating the hell out of me like he had never eaten in his life.

“You'll beg for it then, don't worry.” He spoke with so much promise, I couldn't help but believe him.

Finger fucked and tongued fucked in a span of forty five minutes and counting, laying there and letting him enjoy me like i was his reward, it was just amazing.

I like this. I want more of this in the future. Does that make me a loser?

I was taken right out of my thoughts by another violent tongue attack, and I instantly grabbed onto his hair, pulling at his scalp because I truly couldn't help myself.

This man had the nerve to slap my fingers off his hair.

I was enraged afresh. I grabbed onto it again, and while he sucked hard, he still found a way to slap my hands away from his precious stupid hair again.

“Just let me!”

“No. You want another man to fuck you and not me? That really pissed me off.”

At this point another orgasm was building up, and I needed it to hit. I needed to come apart and maybe pass on finally, straight to hell.

“I don't care. Let me cum so I can be on my way.”

I'll need to recover from his tongue for two years at this point.

“What did you just say? Cum? You want to cum again?” His question confused me as he seemed to freeze, but I responded, mostly because I was almost there and at this point, I was probably going to do anything he asked of me.

“Yes.”

“You think I'll let you? I'm still here because you taste amazing. My queen, you're not coming again on my tongue.”

“What? You can't be serious!” All of a sudden the heat vanished, replaced by a foreign, unwelcome and uncomfortable cold. Just like that, a sharp switch occurred, and my heart rate dropped drastically.

“I've never been more serious in my life. I'll leave your cunt swollen. No cumming for you.”

Just then, cool air hit my core as he peeled his mouth away from it. He rose up from the bed, licking his lips as he started to remove the chains from me.

He really left me in the middle. I felt super humiliated. I couldn't let this go. My eyes went straight to the knife the second the chains were gone. He caught me.

“Try it.” He warned.

I swallowed. Somehow, I knew better than to do that. I just closed my legs and sat still on the bed, thinking of all the times his tongue was inside my pussy.

I already missed it.

“Aren't you leaving?” His voice brought me back to reality. I wasn't sure what he was doing because I couldn't find a care in the world for it, but I knew I was mad as hell.

“I hate you. I begged you to change my room. If you won't get me to come properly, you should at least change my chambers. Come on, I'm begging you now!”

I didn't even have a voice to scream anymore, because I was properly handled by a man that needed to prove to me that I was his to personally ruin.

“No.” Was all he said, his eyes soulless, devoid of any emotions. I counted my losses then.

On wobbled feet, I headed out.