Crimson

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I watched him carefully as I sucked him off. Not wanting to miss a thing. His eyes looked hazed and his face contorted with pleasure. He looked utterly beautiful. And the sounds that came from him, those moans, each of them was a caress in my ears.

He was, without a doubt, among the most powerful beings on earth, but in that moment he was completely at my mercy. A hot mess as I bobbed my head up and down his cock that was too thick for my hand to close around. That gave me such a sense of satisfaction. He was mine, all mine.

I knew he got close to cuming. I could feel his orgasm building up. But before it came, I felt him pull me off him, turn me around so that he was back on top. He didn't wait, made no prelude, as he went for what he was after, what he wanted. Cold air hit me as he tore off my pants. But any coldness disappeared when his tongue licked over my slit. I closed my eyes as a shudder of pleasure worked its way up my body.

For a second or two, he took it slow doing long sweeping motions with his tongue. But then, whatever had made him want to do that, was gone as he started licking me with fast desperation. I bent my head up to watch him. His head burrowed between my legs and his eyes were closed, but even so I could see that he enjoyed himself as much as I had enjoyed having his cock in my mouth.

I leaned back down and closed my eyes as I relished in pleasure, moan after moan left my lips while he licked and sucked on my clitoris.

He repositioned me a bit, took one of my legs and moved it so it was on his back as he pushed it upwards with his shoulder. Then his fingers went for my opening and one of my hands grabbed hold of his hair and the other dug into the ground as I needed to steady myself.

I felt amazing. He hit all the right spots and I felt the orgasm build, getting closer. But I also felt that this wasn't what I wanted. That no matter how close I got to the edge, I wouldn't go over it. That it wasn't enough.

"Just fuck me already," I got out between two moans.

In an instance his lips were on mine. My own taste mixed with his on my tongue. I could feel him press against my entrance, slowly moving in. But it went far too slow and felt far too frustrating for me. So I moved my hips up to have him slid right into me and fill me up.

He moaned against my lips at my action, but it also seemed to have gotten my point across. I didn't want it slow or careful. I wasn't some fragile porcelain doll that he needed to be gentle with. I was desperate for him and wanted it hard and rough, and I could feel that he wanted the same.

His head was right above mine, our breaths and moans sharing the air as he fucked me just like I wanted. Sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. His cock hit all the right spots, but it still didn't feel like enough.

I pushed him to roll over and he obliged. I got on top of him, setting the speed myself. One of his thumbs went to rub my clit while the other hand cupped my breast and played with it.

It felt as amazing as it had when he had been on top, I enjoyed the sensations tremendously. I was a shaking, moaning mess, but still... I grew more and more frustrated because I could still feel that I needed more, that though I was close, it would be impossible for me to find my release. But I couldn't figure out what was needed.

We rolled back over again and that time as he moved in and out of me, he also kissed and sucked on my neck. It was at that that I knew what was missing. What I craved and needed more than I could remember ever having wanted anything before.

"Bite me, Lamech," I begged him. He stopped his movements and rose himself enough to be able to look at me.

"Crimson, are you..." he started, but I groaned with annoyance.

"For Goddess sake, just bite me already," I told him and moved my own head, found his neck with my mouth and bit down on him myself.

His blood tasted amazing, even better than the blood I had earlier. But it wasn't just the taste that made it amazing. I heard him moan before he started moving in and out of me again, even faster than before. Then I felt his teeth sink into me and at that moment everything, every sensation felt ten times better. It was to the point that I wasn't sure I could handle it all, but at the same time I never wanted it to stop.

And there wasn't only the pleasure. It didn't feel like we were two separate beings anymore. I didn't know what was me and what was him, where I ended and he begun, if the sensations I felt belonged to me or him. Or if everything we felt simply belonged to the both of us. That we weren't two anymore but one.

Everything built inside of me, got closer and closer to the edge and as the pleasure exploded inside of me, I let go of his neck and a mixture of a moan and a scream left me. To my side I could hear the same type of sound leave Lamech.

We stayed on the ground, tangled together, breathing heavily for a long time. We were both covered in dirt and blood. The rain poured down and the fallen witches still remained. But nothing could touch us in that moment. It was just me and Lamech. The world could have burnt, but we wouldn't have noticed.