| Subject: Chapter 290 - Part 3 (18 and above) (end of chapter 290) |
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Date Posted: Wednesday, June 20, 07:14:22am
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's message, "Dreams in the Dark - continues with chapter 289 >" on Monday, June 18, 06:55:17am
She discovered that this was going to happen, finally let in a gasp of air, with his very tender move--his palm cupping her cheek. But it was his deep voice--the one she had always responded to with such absolute passion--which whispered a soft, "Good girl," to her. And it was then that she began to realize that she really would be his for eternity.
It was one of those moments she would barely be able to understand, once she was more consciously aware again--was once more capable of logical thought. Usually, if he treated her like a child, she would have been furious with him--needing to be his full partner to find her sanity. But, at that moment, none of this mattered. All that did was that he wanted her, that he was proud of her; she moaned deeply, her hands moving to his beautiful, passion-slick chest. That was all that she was certain she would ever need again.
She began to ride him then, always keeping him deep inside herself--aching for the touch of him in places no other man could ever know. Suddenly, that he was 15 years her senior was not a simple fact of their lives but a desperate spur to every need she had ever known; her hips drove down over him, riding his thick shaft up into the most tender flesh, rubbing her needy bud against him till she quivered achingly for more. "Yes. More. Please," she moaned, her hands smoothing over him, playing with his small, hard nipples--proud and pleased at his utterly desire-filled look. That she was carrying his child made her far too happy to express--thoroughly fulfilled by the fact that she carried such tangible proof of his constant desire for her; she let out a whimper, riding over him that much harder. But that was when, as always, he made things all the better for her still.
He had his hand on her face, his look of pride in her immense--clearly glad that she had learned all his constant teachings so well. "Good girl, Ni-ki-ta," he whispered, one hand caressing her abdomen--his thick cock unbelievably hard and swollen within her, clearly enjoying her well-trained efforts. His thumb slipped down her throat. "You're such a very good girl."
It was this small show of possession and command--however opposite it might have seemed from the position they were in--which sent her aching over the edge once more. "Mi-chael," she whimpered, arching back over his thick shaft, as he penetrated inside parts of her he alone knew. And, at that moment--as she shuddered and came so sweetly maddeningly for him--the fact that she had only ever been his was a truth which was almost too beautiful to bear.
He knew this, felt it himself--utterly intoxicated by the way she so willingly gave herself up to him. Unlike his wife, it would never make him afraid--knowing the truth. These moments of intimacy were where they acted out and purged their more dangerous desire to have him control her; his hand moved downward, squeezing her taut nipple, and he was rewarded by her hot, writhing walls, as they clamped down orgasmically over his whole, aching cock--begging to feel his own release. It was an offer he couldn't refuse for much longer, beginning to sit up--the old fury for her back. And it wasn't as though either of them would complain if he took the upper hand again.
His beautiful wife was moaning, sighing, as sat up to kiss her--hot and deep--and he treasured that tight, inner caress she loved to give him shivering over him once more; it only made him that much hungrier for her, shaft now pounding for an end. His hand held the back of her head, forcing her deep into the kiss--to her shuddering moans of delight. But he wasn't fool enough to think that she wouldn't want this now.
He began to growl, as he moved them, laying his wife down on the bed--enjoying having her beneath him, making her suffer in bliss, as he used her thoroughly; his experience made the transition much easier--another reason he too was glad for the difference in their ages, *needing* to please her. He growled, as she looked up to him with unquestioning submission, felt his shaft ache with the need to teach. She might have been coming for quite some time now, but it still wasn't enough for him; the growl deepened, as he pulled back--watching her eyes widen in fearful temptation with delight. Now, he would finally give her the end they both needed.
He was braced above her once more, had started off with an incredibly-deep, almost savage, thrust--and she found herself coming in little whimpers yet again, her nails clawing into his back. The way his whole, sweet cock pushed so deeply and constantly inside her hungry little walls, the way he molded her to his giant shape alone, was a fulfillment like no other. As much as she wished that she could feel his whole weight upon her, as she had once so deeply enjoyed, he left her nothing to complain about. And she was amazed to her very soul that he managed to love her like this despite her highly-altered shape.
She had her legs wrapped tightly around his hips just now, found herself giving animallike groans--*begging* him to use her until he was satisfied. He didn't turn the offer down, his words low and gruff. "You love to take it, Nikita. You love to give into me." He proved this even more a second later, slamming his big cock roughly inside the absolute heart of her form, watching her ferally, as she screamed--the furious, pounding waves of bliss trembling in lightning bolts through her entire form, almost grinding her apart. She could feel her walls constricting around him so tightly that it was nearly pain--but it was the most incredible, joyful one of her life.
He seemed to see this, didn't hold anything back--and she was desperately grateful for his lack of control; he seemed to have gone mad, his words hiding nothing, leaving her shuddering to her very soul. "I'm glad I trained you so well, taught you to accept my cock till you cry." She was again now, the tears overcoming her in this rough, sweet, absolute release--not at all dissuaded by the way his large shaft pounded down inside her in a brutal, staccato rhythm, every thrust setting off another, aching echo of bliss. Her constant, heated screams rose from her without any conscious control. But it was that she knew he understood and embraced the fact that there were times like this that she *needed* him, to her very soul, as her trainer, when she longed to give up every thought of control to him, which made her blissfully happy that she would never be any other man's.
He did know this, his hand on her face, gaze invading her even more thoroughly than did his cock--clearly making it almost unbearably good for her. He smiled ferally, as she arched and writhed, her sweet, tight walls contracting over him as though her climax might kill her; the way she cried out in heat didn't alter the impression at all. He loved it, leaning even further in, his look nearly apocalyptic. "You're so sweet, when you're obedient." His growl deepened, as he watched her arching back, orgasming even harder all around his pounding, punishing cock--her whole, beautiful face contorted in exquisite ecstasy. Good. "Now I want to teach you how good it can be when you can't stop coming at all."
She was absolutely certain that she already knew this, that he had taught it to her every single night since she had first been wise enough to share his bed. Still, now his giant, rampant shaft was almost dangerously deep within her--was slamming, fast and hard, inside the furthest, trembling heart of her core--until every, intense stroke inside that pleasure-tortured spot was drilling powerful rays of release into and through every nuance of her tenderly-needy form. All she could do was screech, nails tearing into him. But then he leaned his lips down to her ear--because, apparently, she still wasn't coming hard enough.
"You were made for this, Nikita," he whispered heatedly there, "made for me." His hand was buried deep within one of her soft curves, was holding her up to him, ensuring that she experienced every, furious stroke of his heavy shaft to the full--and was greatly cherishing her trembling, begging, joyful submission to every one. He kissed the top of her ear tenderly, even as he enjoyed pounding his needy cock as roughly inside her core as it would go--her groaning, screeching, screaming cries music to him. "No other man will ever have you. No other man will ever possess a second of your form. You're mine." And, to prove his point, he rammed every inch of his achingly-thick length down roughly inside the deepest part of her soul.
Oh--"YES!" she cried out, before every part of her writhed into a desperate, trembling arch, her core almost aching with the heated waves of release. And, even as she was sure she was dying, she understood his message, knew what he was really saying: no matter what, he *would* protect her. She would never be in danger from prowling men again.
This truth alone, combined with the constant, rampaging, deep-body massage of his ferally-huge shaft, had sent her into a quivering bliss she was certain that she would never be free from. All she could do was pull herself up to him, holding him as tightly as this position allowed. "I love you," she moaned into his ear. And, when, one, devastating thrust later, she felt the swamping bliss destroying her even further, her nails tore down his back--claiming him as hers forever, as well.
He didn't need such a display for this to be eternally true--but it did bring his stamina to a sudden end. As hard as his desperately-aching cock had been pounding deep within her, as damn good as it had felt, her claim, and her love, did him in. He let out a groaning cry, as he slammed himself deep inside her core one final time. And then he let himself come with every ounce of furious love in his soul.
There was always a great deal of this, when it came to his beloved, left him bracing himself above his wife, as he cried out his orgasm. Lost to the joy of her, his shaft rocked deep inside her form again and again, the heat pounding out of him, filling her, as she shuddered all around him. And, when he heard her lingering, "Mmmm," he started shivering down to his soul.
She held him tight, as she too shook with it--branded by his seed, scalded by his love. When she managed to open her eyes, she saw the most beautiful sight on earth--her gorgeous lover in absolute, quivering ecstasy above her. And that was when she understood at least some small part of his constant need to please her till she ached.
She was still giving little, unavoidable gasps of joy, as his convulsions ended above her--her hand stroking over his beautiful face, savoring every second of his love. When he finally managed to open his eyes to take her in, he let out a groan, just as overwhelmed as she was. But nothing he could have said could have begun to express it at all.
They both knew this, both so very lost, Michael rolling them to their sides to avoid pressing too heavily upon her, before pulling her into a deep, climactic kiss. It alone said what they needed, sealed every bond; both of them knew it. No matter what the intentions of their enemies or how short this visit, they would prevail. No love this strong could ever be conquered for good.
[End of Part 290]
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