stalk 13

“No.”

Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, Lezard bared himself to the word, fighting the arousal of disobedience rising within him. This would not turn into a game of opposition; it wasn’t to be him against Lenneth. If anything, he had hoped they would come together to be one in mind as well as body. He loathed finding the thought of being pitted against Lenneth in a fight for dominance arousing.

But anything that concerned Lenneth was arousing. Her smile, her voice, her pale curves set against the dark blue color of his bed sheets. He was drawn to her in ways that he couldn’t begin to explain. Ever since that day, he felt connected to her. Bound to her will, the way she was now bound to his bed.

“Lezard, please…”

He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out. Now she begged? Was this a test to see how long the rational side of his brain could last? If the gods truly existed, they were most definitely laughing… hard… at him.

“Please,” Lenneth begged, her body twisting away from his touch. “We—we hardly know each other. I don’t think–”

Defiance.

His room splashed red, the color deepening behind his eyes the longer and louder Lenneth cried out. He had barely pushed and she was already screaming for him to stop, to untie her and reconsider. Reconsider? What was there to reconsider?

Even with just the head of his cock nestled a hairsbreadth beyond her folds, Lezard couldn’t remember the last time he had felt more fulfilled. She was warm and soft and tight around him. And the pressure… it was everything he expected and so much more. As he hunched over her, poised above her trembling body, knowing that he could take her fully at any time, Lezard wanted to imagine what it would be like to have her wrapped around him. Hot and sticky-sweet. He wanted to taste her, pleasure her with his cock, with his tongue, his fingers. He couldn’t help but lick his lips at the imagined tableau, being so used to just wondering how things with Lenneth would be.

”Do it,” he told himself… but hesitated. He wanted to be confident, to be bold and sure of his actions, but his whole body was trembling with uncertainty. Would he be good enough? Was he handsome enough, charming enough? Hel, was he big enough? After this would Lenneth even want to talk to him again?

“N-no. Lezard please … Lucian will…”

The room darkened and again, Lenneth made a decision for him. Lezard’s body moved without him realizing, thrusting forward to sheath his cock all the way to the hilt. They both cried out: Lezard in a guttural cry of ecstasy and Lenneth in a sound that mimicked pain.

Lezard watched as she grappled with her bonds and writhed beneath him, sucking a sharp breath between her teeth. That sent a wonderful chill down his spine. He could feel her thighs clamping around his waist in an attempt to throw him off.

“T-too much…” Lenneth gasped, her thighs pulling at him in a signal to draw back. Lezard complied and withdrew slightly, savoring the friction. This felt so much better than just rubbing her bikini bottom over his entire body in the middle of the night. And though he had perfected hand rhythm and pressure over the years, none of that compared to the exquisite feeling of being inside Lenneth.

“I’ve wondered how this would feel,” he cooed, lightly thrusting his hips against her. She wouldn’t look at him and Lezard reached out for her. “For months I’ve wondered.”

Lenneth jerked her chin up at him, panic swimming in her eyes.

“Months?” she asked.

Lezard suddenly felt himself drowning in a deluge of fear. He messed up… again, and the only way he could keep himself afloat was to cling to deceit. He was already too far out to turn back for shore.

“A game, Lenneth,” he assured her, pushing Lenneth’s body hard with his thighs so her back met the headboard with a soft thud. Lezard continued to push and force her legs up and around his back. “Just a game. I’m role playing.”

“But we… at the store… how?” Was she going along with him or really asking?

Turning on the charm even in the heat of the moment, Lezard played it cool. “I’ve been watching you from my balcony for months. Maybe even years. Millennia. Who knows how many times we’ve come back,” Lezard said with a smirk as he lifted Lenneth’s legs over his shoulders. “Remember how you said you could see your house from my balcony?”

Lenneth’s eyes widened in realization. Real or fake, again he couldn’t tell. “You were spying on me?”

“I have pictures of you, Lenneth. Ravishing pictures,” Lezard said, ignoring her question. He started thrusting slow and careful between her thighs, heat coiling and traveling up and down the length of his cock, enveloping it in satin-soft warmth. He groaned, savoring the feel of her wrapped firmly around him. That wannabe lover of hers must not have been much; she was deliciously tight.

Lenneth cried out against him. “Wha-what kind of pictures?”

He picked up the pace, as if flat-out daring Lenneth to tell him ‘no.’ All he got from her was a moan. “All kinds,” he said, taking a moment to drop a kiss on her forehead. “Because wherever you go I’m always watching.”

The grip her thighs had on his back quickly faltered and Lenneth began struggling desperately against her bonds.

“Let… me… go…” she said between breathless pants. Lezard knew he was working her toward the point of pure bliss and he wasn’t going to stop until he got her there.

She wanted this. He knew she did. Grabbing for her breasts, Lezard bowed his head, licking a path over her curves. Every part of her made him tingle with delight, especially the part he was gently stroking from the inside. Such a dirty, horrible thought.

“You feel so good,” Lezard hissed, adjusting the angle of his hips slightly to work Lenneth over in an entirely different way. She gasped. He must have hit something right.

“No! Stop!”

Lenneth shuddered beneath him as he laughed. “How… how can I stop when you feel so good? So tight, so exquisite. And so long I’ve waited.” Lezard knew he was close so he slowed down, wanting to milk the encounter for all it was possibly worth. “I could live like this, buried inside you.”

At first dismissing it as his imagination, Lezard ignored the wet, choking sounds of beneath him. This was a joyous occasion, one that would forever live in his memory. Bright, fresh and new like the day it was created. It wasn’t until peering beyond the curtain of his own sweat-matted hair that he saw Lenneth whimpering with tears running down her face.

The only thing he could think of was that she was beautiful even when she cried.

“Lenneth.”

Thrusting hard and deep, Lezard nearly tumbled over the edge when Lenneth cried out, arching from the mattress, pulling taut the slack of fabric that bound her wrists to the headboard. He felt her beginning to spasm around his cock, squeezing hard and then letting off in undulating waves of pressure. She was wet, oh-so wet and he took advantage of that to pound her relentlessly, wordlessly claming her as his own. She was part of him. They were one now. He had taken her, assimilated her. And it felt so good.

A couple more generous squeezes from Lenneth and Lezard was shooting off. Anger, frustration, guilt, it all washed away as he came, leaving him only with the feel of his cock dripping inside of her. It excited him to know that he had just left a part of himself inside the one he loved. He felt so happy, complete.

If he were to die right now, he wouldn’t even care.

After pulling out and shifting to his knees, dropping her legs from his shoulders, Lezard saw that Lenneth was staring, her mouth agape. He followed her gaze and found it locked on the far wall, staring at a cluster of framed photographs where she was clearly the scantily clad subject.

His heart stopped.

Tearing her gaze from the wall, Lenneth looked to Lezard, eyes wide with panic and fear. “Oh my god,” she said, “You were telling the truth.”
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By Nichole