Midnight Eternal (15 page)

“Good girl.” I lifted her from the couch and carried her wide-eyed to the bed. “I’m going to claim your pussy again. You may come as often as you would like.”

My cock found her pussy wet and ready for me. The sensation of fucking her was a completely new experience. She felt a lot different with the plug in, and I groaned at the pressure on my cock.

“So fucking tight,” I praised her as I continued to slide in and out. Occasionally, I’d reach down and move the plug slightly, each time earning a mewl or groan of delight. She came a half a dozen times at least while I pleased myself with her body.

I held us together tightly and rolled onto my back, placing her on top of me. “Ride my cock.”

Her hips began to move and she ground her pussy lips onto my abs. I loved watching her tits bounce as she moved faster and faster. Her hair was loose and stuck to her forehead in a few places, making her look hot as fuck.

I continued to play with the plug, driving her wild. “Oh, Master!” she screamed when I tugged on it a bit harder than before.

“My pussy! My ass!” I reminded her as she reached her peak and I pulled the plug from her body. I felt her wetness squirt all over me as she screamed out her orgasm.

She collapsed on top of me, lying in a puddle of her own wetness. I allowed her a moment’s rest before reminding her that we weren’t done.

“I’m not finished, babygirl, because I plan on coming in that sweet ass.” My cock was covered in her come, but I didn’t want to take any chances. Lifting her off of me, I reached next to the bed, grabbed the lube, and coated my shaft generously.

“Are you ready, little one? Speak.”

“I don’t know, Master. I really liked it. I’m ashamed of how much I liked it, but I’m not sure if I’m ready. I’m very nervous.”

“First of all, my butterfly, never be ashamed of liking how I make your body feel. There is nothing wrong with feeling good. Second, we will go at your pace.”

I lifted her back onto me and positioned my cock at her now prepared hole. “Lower yourself onto me, babygirl.”

She started to, but when I was less than an inch inside of her she stopped, eyes wide.

“What’s the matter, butterfly?”

“You’re bigger,” she groaned.

I couldn’t help but smirk. “Your pace. Why don’t you just kiss me.”

She leaned forward and while we kissed, my fingers found her clit and began playing. As our kiss deepened and she rocked against my hand, I felt my cock sliding deeper and deeper into her body.

“Oh yes!” she moaned as I pinched and tugged on her bundle of nerves while she continued to lower herself until there was no more of me to take in.

“Now bounce up and down and ride me.”

She was slow at first, but a few minutes into it, she was riding my cock like she’d always done, only this time her tight ass was squeezing me to the point I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold off.

“Fuck, baby. I’m going to come. Are you ready for your Master’s come in your ass?”

“Yes, Master,” she squealed, biting her lip. She shouldn’t have answered, but I didn’t care. I loved that she was so lost in pleasure.

“You may come when I do.”

“Yes, Master. Please, Master!” she begged.

“MINE!” I roared as I claimed her in yet another way.

“YOURS!” she screamed, releasing her own orgasm, drenching me and the bed. It was amazing how much fluid could come from her body.

I lifted her off of me, withdrawing my cock, as well. My fingers laced with hers and she rested against me for about a minute, then shot upright. There was panic in her eyes.

“What is it?”

There were no words, but she squeezed my hand tightly. The sound of bones breaking was unmistakable, and I cried out in a combination of surprise and pain.

“Oh God!” she screamed, quickly pulling her hand away from mine, causing even more pain.

“Fuck,” I groaned through clenched teeth. “What’s wrong, babygirl?”

“I don’t know. I just feel…feel…I can feel
everything
!”

I didn’t want to tell her that I could feel pain in my hand, but I knew I had to do something.

“I’m going to call Gabriel.”

Fifteen minutes later, Gabriel, Payton, and Caleb were at my door. Bec and I had gotten dressed, but her movements were off and she seemed like she’d had ten cups of coffee.

“Like I said, Bec says she feels different, and I, well, I need my hand set.”

Caleb, who’d had medical training in Bocaj anatomy, came over and looked at it. “Did you crush it in something?”

Bec burst into tears. “My hand. It was me. I crushed it.”

Caleb looked at me for explanation. “After we’d finished our session, she said she felt funny. I’m not sure what she feels like, but I can say she was or still is very strong.”

Bec was still crying. She must have apologized a dozen times for squeezing my hand. She knew it was broken, and when I’d tried to say it was no big deal, she pointed out that she’d heard the bones break.

“What was different this time?” Gabriel asked.

I thought about asking Bec to leave the room so I could talk about her, but there was nowhere in the house she wouldn’t be able to hear us since she seemed to be more Bocaj-like than ever.

“I was training her to take me anally. It was our first time being together that way.”

He nodded, and Bec made a face like she was blushing, but the color wasn’t there. I wasn’t surprised, since her heartbeat was somewhere around thirty beats a minute.

“Did he come inside of you?” Caleb asked, causing her to blush.

I was surprised when she nodded. “It felt like I was being given a shot of adrenaline.”

He nodded while Gabriel, Payton, and I stood back and listened curiously. “I bet it did.” He smiled. “I think it’s going to be just fine.”

Caleb turned toward the three of us. “You’ve all done research into human anatomy. What’s the fastest way to get something into a human’s system?”

“Intravenously,” Gabriel said quickly.

Caleb nodded. “And second?”

“Orally?” Payton guessed.

“Ugh, anally,” I answered. It was so obvious now. “Suppositories are used to get medication into the bloodstream quickly.” I looked at Bec, whose eyes were wide.

“So…wow…” She blushed. “I guess it’s like those college kids who pour alcohol in that way so they get drunk faster.”

Payton laughed. “So it’s like you got drunk from doing ass shots of Oliver’s come!”

“Payton!” I admonished, but Bec was laughing.

“Yeah, I guess so.” She smiled at Payton, but then became somber again and turned to me. “I um, do feel bad about breaking your hand, though. I just got scared.”

Caleb and I assured her it wasn’t nearly as big of a deal for Bocaj as it was for humans. What I didn’t tell her, however, was that it hurt the same, possibly more because of our nerve endings. She already felt terrible and I didn’t want to make it worse.

Caleb set it quickly enough, and Bec and I were left alone again. “Do you want to go to sleep?” I asked her.

“To bed? Yes, but I’m not tired.”

“Exactly what I wanted to hear, babygirl,” I said with a smirk.

butterfly

I’d wondered if I would like anal sex, and the truth was, I loved it for so many reasons. Honestly, it felt good, but it was more than that. Offering myself in that way was the ultimate form of submission.

There was the added bonus of feeling all of the Bocaj traits almost instantly. After the first time, I’d come to expect it, and the rush was wonderful. With each occurrence, though, the rush seemed to lessen, which is when Oliver and I realized that I never really left Bocaj state anymore.

“When is the last time you slept, love?” he asked one morning when we headed into work after an entire night of lovemaking.

I wasn’t really sure, but it had been a few days. “I don’t know for certain, but I really don’t feel like I need sleep. I’m not hungry, either, but if you want to rest, a nap on the patio sounds wonderful,” I replied with a smile.

Napping in the sun became part of our daily routine. We’d come home from work, make love, have a nap in the sun, then make love again. We did other things, as well, like play chess, watch movies, and hang out with Oliver’s family.

My favorite thing to do with Oliver, besides making love, was showering. Making love while showering was the best.

One night, a few weeks later, Oliver and I had just gotten out of the shower. He was standing behind me drying my shoulders and back. Both of us were facing the mirror when it happened. I’d been looking at my mark, watching it move and dance for some time. I was still watching the lines as they glided and changed on my skin, mimicking Oliver’s mark, when the skin right above my
hipbone began to pulse with warmth.

I tore my eyes from the mark on my chest, only to notice faint lines where the new source of heat was emanating.

Before I could say anything it disappeared. “Did you see that?” I gasped.

Oliver didn’t answer, but he was staring at my abdomen in the mirror, as well. About three inches below my bellybutton the small mark reappeared, along with the heat. I watched in amazement as the warmth, then the mark, disappeared for a second time, only to reappear in a new location. This time, it showed up near my right
hipbone. Over and over the mark appeared and disappeared, the tingling and heat accompanying it.

Oliver still hadn’t answered, so I tore my eyes from my body, looking up at him for an explanation. What I saw both terrified and thrilled me. His eyes were black with lust, the pupils dilated fully, but it was his mouth that had me both shaking in fear and desire at the same time. There, behind his beautiful smile and full row of gleaming teeth, were two very large fangs. If I had any common sense I should have embraced my fear, but something about the way they looked made me tremble with excitement. The blood rushed from my head straight to my pussy. It seemed as if the markings were dancing around it, enticing Oliver.

I watched in amazement as my already swollen lips turned bright pink and my pussy flowered open before my eyes. It was wet and ripe, and looked ready for the taking. I was about to ask Oliver if he saw it too, when in one swift motion, he spun me around and lifted me so that I was sitting on the bathroom counter, clearly indicating he had.

His eyes flickered back and forth between my swollen lips and the markings that seemed to be moving faster and faster. Finally, he looked up at me and opened his mouth, revealing his glistening fangs. At first I thought he was going to bite me, and when he leaned in closer it seemed inevitable, but he didn’t. Instead he whispered, though it sounded like he was in pain, “Stay still.”

Without warning, he thrust into me, causing me to scream out in agony, not only from the size of his extraordinarily engorged cock, but from the faucet that was now stabbing me in the lower back.

I wanted to move, to claw at his back at least, but he’d ordered me to stay still, and something about the way he’d said it and the look in his eyes at the time, told me he was serious.

He took me hard and fast. There was no lovemaking involved; he was fucking me like an animal. When finally he stilled, I felt his come flow into my body as his cock twitched, once, twice, three times, and continued. It must have twitched nearly a dozen times, making me curious as to how much come was now in my pussy. I didn’t have to wonder for long because when he finally did pull out, some of his creamy white essence followed.

As he pulled back, I noticed he staggered slightly. I’d never seen him tired before, but in that moment he looked exhausted. “Oliver?” I asked in concern. He didn’t respond; his eyes never left my pussy, where his come still flowed slowly from the opening, traveling across my asshole before dripping on the floor. “Master?” I called, trying again.

When he didn’t answer, I started to sit up so I could get down from the counter. “Stay still!” he roared, thrusting himself back inside of me, pinning me in place. His fangs were displayed prominently, and once again I thought he was going to bite me.

“We need sunlight!” I didn’t respond, and I didn’t move other than wrapping my legs more tightly around him as he lifted me off of the counter. Without another word, he carried me toward the living room and out onto the patio. He removed me from his cock and lay me on a chaise lounge. It was the middle of the afternoon, and although the penthouse was in a very tall building and the patio faced Lake Michigan, it was nowhere near the tallest building in Chicago. There were dozens of windows I could see from my current location.

I started to raise my arms to cover my nudity but Oliver was faster, grabbing my wrists and pinning them over my head while he moved my thighs apart with his legs.

He growled, “I said stay still!” He thrust into me again, picking up his pace from earlier. The only adjustment he made was moving my wrists to one of his hands, freeing up the other to hold my hip still. Each time the mark would move to where his thumb was, I would feel a jolt of electricity surge through my body, usually causing me to orgasm. Oliver was either oblivious to my raptures or indifferent, because even as I was at the peak of my climax, he didn’t slow for a moment. His pace was relentless, and although my mind screamed for me to wriggle free, my body seemed to understand his command to stay perfectly still.

He stared at the place our bodies joined as I felt him pump me full of his come. It no longer felt cold to me, but I could feel it shooting into my body in thick streams. Again his cock pulsed repeatedly, and I wondered how much semen was actually in my body at that point. What I did know was that I felt great. I knew I must be absorbing it and becoming more like Oliver, because not only were the markings appearing, but I felt strong, could hear very well, and the sun, which was still shining on my face and legs, felt incredible.

Oliver pulled out of me and stared down at my pussy. I could feel that it was even more swollen than before, and the markings danced around faster and faster. I couldn’t see my own body, but I could see his eyes as they followed the patterns, only darting occasionally to my pussy and the wetness that I could still feel dripping from my center.

When he released my wrists, I thought perhaps he was about to let me up, but less than a second later he was holding both of my ankles and had them on his shoulders. The new position had me nearly upside down.

I let out a strangled cry as he thrust hard into my bruised pussy. The way he had my body allowed for even greater depth, and although he’d come several times now, his cock felt thicker and longer than ever. As I looked between us at the marks dancing rapidly across my abdomen, I could see the outline of his cock pushing the skin under my belly button outward with each thrust. “Oliver…Master…please!” I was begging for mercy, yet deep down I didn’t want him to stop.

My plea seemed to break his trance, and for a moment he looked up at me, though he continued thrusting. “I’m sorry, Baby. Please stay still. I don’t want to hurt you.” He moved his tongue across his fangs, but instead of frightening me, his motion made my body go limp as if involuntarily complying with his request to stay still.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the marks moving across my skin. When I allowed myself to feel, I noticed that the same humming sensation coming from the surface of my body was also coming from deep inside. I felt the tip of his cock massage my cervix with each thrust, but it was more than that; it was as if my entire core was buzzing with electricity.

The only way I could judge time was the movement of the sun, which dropped lower and lower on the horizon. After it had set but while the sky was still brilliant shades of pink and orange, he once again filled me with his come.

Releasing my legs, he withdrew from my body. The liquid no longer trickled from my center but poured out. He continued to stare at the place we’d been joined, though he looked even more tired than I felt. The entire time we’d been together tonight, it had been like the two of us had been acting on instinct, driven by the marks on my body. Not knowing how much more I could take, I rolled onto my stomach, subconsciously removing the dancing marks from his sight.

He growled loudly, and for the first time ever, I was afraid of him. I expected him to flip me over so he could once again see the marks, but before he could, I felt the warmth of the designs that I had been feeling on my hips, abdomen and pussy shift location to my thighs and ass. I started to turn around so I could see if the marks had indeed moved to my backside, but Oliver was much quicker. Faster than I could react, he grabbed my hips roughly and raised me to my knees. I started to extend my arms so I was on all fours, but he pressed me back down so my breasts and face were against the cushion of the chaise lounge chair.

“Mine,” he growled, slamming into me so hard from behind that my entire body slid forward a foot, causing abrasions to my hypersensitive nipples from the rough material of the furniture.

I cried out in pain and once again tried to lift myself. “Stay still!” he roared, wrapping one hand around in my hair and keeping me in place while the other remained on my hip as he continued his relentless fucking.

The oranges and pinks disappeared as the sky became darker. The stars came out and the moon rose, all while his rhythm continued. It should have been painful, and it was, but my body loved it. Even when he finally stilled, filling me again with his come, I knew I wanted more of him. Whatever was happening was bigger than either of us—instinctual, primitive, and definitely Bocaj.

Unlike the other times when I felt him remove himself from my pussy, this time my body knew not to move at all. Ironically, my total compliance seemed to alarm him. After a moment of examining my oversensitive area, he called out to me.

“Bec? Oh fuck...Bec!”

I wanted to respond, but I wanted more to be still for him. I felt him roll me onto my back and I stared up at the concern on his face.

“Bec? I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop.”

I smiled as I felt the markings move back around to my stomach and begin once more to dance between my hipbones. Lust filled Oliver’s eyes again, but he was clearly warring with the desire for me to be safe and the desire to take me once again. I knew I was safe, and I wanted nothing more than to be joined with him in the most primitive of ways.

“I don’t want you to stop,” I said, spreading my legs wide then whispering reverently, “I’ll stay very still.”

“Fuck yes!” he growled, moving on top of me and covering my body with his. Looking between us, the bulbous head of his cock made me wince even before he pressed himself into my slick folds.

I struggled to keep my arms limp at my sides. Half of the time, I wanted to push him from my body to give it a reprieve from the thick shaft which stretched my pussy taught around its base, and the other half of the time I wanted to grab his ass and make him thrust harder.

Regardless, I stayed still as he found a position he liked and set his new pace. His movements were slower this time, but each thrust was deliberate, forceful, and conveyed the depth of his feelings.

Unlike the previous times he’d fucked me, he held me tightly to his body, our marks touching. The electricity flowed through me, and although I was physically exhausted, I somehow felt full of energy at the same time. Oliver must have felt it too, because he picked up his pace, causing me to whimper. “Still,” he whispered, though I had no intentions of moving. The warmth between us was incredible and building by the second, our marks seeming to fuel each
other's.

The heat was building inside of me, as well. The earlier tingling I’d felt in my womb grew with each thrust. The markings, which been moving all around my abdomen, now seemed to be lighting up everywhere at the same time, pulsing in rhythm to his thrusts. “Oliver!” I screamed out, but he seemed to sense it too, because his movements became even faster and harder. “Oliver...Oliver...Oliver!” I yelled over the sound of wet flesh slapping together.

“Don’t move…be still…be still…you need to just be still…” he half growled half pleaded before pulling back from me and turning his head, though not before I saw his fangs once again protruding from his mouth.

I should have been terrified, but my body reacted in a way I couldn’t explain. The pulsing of the marks became faster and faster until the heat and tingling was constant. “Oliver, please!” I begged, though I honestly wasn’t sure what I was begging for.

“Mine!” he roared, thrusting into me hard, lifting me from the chair for a split second before pulling back and doing it again.