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“Xadennn,” her breath whines out between those luscious lips, parted so beautifully, her head thrown back in pleasure. My fingers continue their slow sweet torture, massaging the silky, spongy flesh of her upper wall. I curl them gently, moving slow yet deep inside of her.
Feral fucking - as Violence and I can never seem to get enough of each other - is how our encounters usually go. I’m sure we will end up there eventually - especially if the way she is forcing her hips against my fingers in a desperate plea for more, her hands damn near pulling my hair out is any indication. But for now I am content to torture her; torture myself too. Draw out this long and lazy beginning to what is sure to be a never ending night of ferocious, explosive pleasure.
I hum against her clit causing Violet to arch her neck against the pillow, her heels scraping against my scarred back. My free hand snakes its way up her body, trading the ass cheek it just had for her supple breast. Violet whimpers, her breath stuttering deliciously as I switch from palming her tit to a directed attack on her nipple, twisting, pinching, and stroking the hardened peak between my fingers.
More cries slip from her mouth as my fingers, buried deep within her, finally increase their pace. I suck her clit hard, my teeth grazing over it once I can’t seem to get anymore of the sensitive bud into my mouth.
There it is… What I’ve been waiting for… The whole reason I fought to tame my own feral desires. Those gasps she takes right before she comes.
I back off the pace of my fingers a little, wanting to prolong the delectable sound of those gulps of air she takes as long as possible. I discreetly grind my rock hard length into the bed, groaning around her clit at the pressure against my strained cock. Fuck I can’t wait any longer or I’m going to come just from eating her out.
I crook my fingers hard against Violet's insides; my tongue flicks her clit rapidly as my fingers close tightly around her nipple and pull at the rosy peak . My eyes fly up to watch her fall apart from my position between her legs…
…but all I see is the stark white ceiling.
Fuck .
This is the third fucking night in a row I’ve woken up rock hard from dreams of my Violence. Well, I guess thats not true - last night I was only half hard when I woke because I had already come all over my sheets and stomach like I’m fucking fourteen or something.
My Violence . I scoff at myself. I did it again - called her mine when she has made it very clear how much she despises me at the moment.
She loves me… I know she does… but sometimes I still have to remind myself. Especially nights like this when I wake up aching for her, memories of her body, her taste, her smell still fresh in my mind, but I know I cannot have her, not even when she arrives at Samara in two days. No, she hates me. She loves me.
I rip my hand through my hair. The gesture was made in frustration but instantly sends a jolt to my already weeping cock, reminding me of the way Violet tugged at my strands the night I went down on her, making the images of my dream flash fresh in my mind again.
Gods I want her. I want those three little words more though.
My hand trails down the side of my face along my stubble. I shudder at the thought of her lips ghosting against my skin, nipping at my jaw as she grinded against me. I bend one knee, planting my foot against the bed as my other hand wraps around my throbbing cock. I suppress a groan at the contact. Thank fuck the wards in my room don’t let sound out or I would forever be branded the great betrayers son and the freak who fucks his hand every night. I don’t even want to think about the sounds Violence solicits from me in my sleep.
I squeeze the base of my cock and none-too-gently tug upwards. “ Fuck, Violet,” I murmur throwing my forearm over my eyes. My hands are too big, too rough. I almost loath the feel of them wrapped around my cock. It's like they’re taunting me, reminding me how badly I fucked up, how I should have done things differently and they could be her hands small, soft hands instead. How I should have done a lot of things differently from the very start and I could have avoided months of jerking off to my fucked up fantasies about her.
…and which fantasy are we going with tonight? I could finish out my dream - my finger buried deep inside her and I suck that perfect clit between my lips. Or maybe my childhood bedroom at Riorson House in Aretia? No. While that one has always been a favorite, the image of her laying half dead against my sheet is still too fresh in my mind.
I finally settle on Tyrrendors throne after waffling between that and my hill in Aretia for the better half of a minute. Gods I’m fucked when it comes to her… I literally have a list of places I dream about fucking her… a list of fantasies I choose from every night when I fuck myself to thoughts of her.
My cock is begging for pressure as I finally settle into my fantasy. Violet is butt-ass naked, legs spread and laid out before me like the most delicious buffet, in my half scorched chair. Her brown to silver hair that never fails to bring me to my knees is swept forward so I can see the length of it but parted around her breasts so they peak out for my viewing pleasure as well. I can see her cunt glistening with arousal from here.
I sweep my thumb over the head of my cock spreading my bead of precum down my length. A gasp escapes me as I imagine I’m standing before her doing this. Her eyes darken, narrowing on my cock. I can see the hunger in her eyes. Hunger is always a dark amber with only tiny flecks of blue glimmering in the light.
“Hand and knees… over the arm…” I grunt out to her. My eyes remain closed, ensuring my fantasy does not fade as my arm leaves my eyes instead resting against my abdomen. My fingers trace gentle swirls along the muscles of my lower stomach, playing with the hair that leads down to my cock as my other hand continues its gentle teasing to my length.
I can vividly see Violet smirk before she turns, shaking that perfect ass at me as she positions herself the way I requested. Before I know it I’m moving forward, grasping her hips in my hand and pulling her back against my cock, rubbing it along her delicious ass and sliding it through her dripping pussy.
My right hand grips my length harder as my left hand trails further down drawing swirls around the base of my cock and moving towards my sack.
I lean forward and run my teeth down her spine. As much as her relic turns me on I wish I could see the red marks left along her skin by my teeth. “Fuck,” Violet sighs at the feeling, grinding back against me.
“Patience, Violence,” I chastise with a nip at her ear lobe.
“Xaden, I need you now !” She already has a white knuckle grip on the arm of the throne… just a little bit more and she’ll be scaring the wood in no time.
I need to speed this along. I am too far gone from my dream earlier to be drawing out my fantasy for this long. I spit into my hand and grasp my cock once more.
In my mind I position my cock at Violet’s sopping entrance and roll my hips forward in one fluid motion.
“Gods… fuck…” I groan as I grip myself firmly, my spit helping me to move easily along my length. I need this woman and quite frankly it scares the hell out of me.
I picture the way her ass shakes as I pound into her at a punishing pace, the tug of my hand along my cock matching perfectly. I’m a fool for many things one of them being I never fucked her in this position when I had the chance.
I see my fingers weaving into that gorgeous fucking hair, wraping it around my fist and pulling. Her head comes back as she cries out exposing her neck to me and I can’t help but lean forward and attach my lips to that spot between her shoulder and neck I know makes her knees go weak. Finally, I see her nails begin to sink into the wooden arm of the chair the same way they bite into my shoulders or my ass cheeks leaving perfect crescent moons I’ve tugged my cock to the next day.
I stand back upright and bring the palm of my hand down against her right ass cheek. The smack reverberates around the room as I see her knuckles turn white with the force of her grip on the chair.
I am groaning and grunting nonstop as my fist moves quickly around my cock, finally allowing my other hand to cup and play with my balls.
In my fantasy I reach around Violet, tucking my fingers between her lower lips. I feel my cock, stretching her tight cunt deliciously, hitting against my fingers with every thrust as I begin to stroke her clit. I hear her cry my name, throwing her hips back against mine. She starting to make those perfect little gasps that drive me fucking wild.
I pull on my sack as my other hand tugs rapidly at the head of my cock. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
All I can see is her. Every one of my senses is wrapped up in Violet - her beautiful fucking body, her taste, her smell, the feel of her skin, of her dripping pussy, the obscene sound her wetness makes as I pound into her relentlessly, and those fucking gasps that haunt my every moment waking or not.
Her walls shutter around me, her little gasps turning into a scream of my name, lighting striking above as she shatters.
As she falls apart in my head I do the same in my room - groaning her name as shadows shoot about, knocking my sword from my weapons rack and my water to the floor from my bedside table.
“Violet!” I call as my come shoots in long strings landing on my abs.
As my breathing slows and my muscles untense, I run my finger through my hair, the fingers of my other hand dancing along my stomach, swirling through my come like Violets had once.
Two more days until I get to see that beautiful face…
Fuck! I only have two days to get these dreams under control… and Violet sleeping in my damn bed certainly is’t going to help.
This woman is going to be the death of me.