XVII · To Drink You Dry

🎧 Lunch by Billie Eilish

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He told me that destiny is unbeatable, unchangeable, unforgiving and ultimate, so ancient and powerful that not even Gods had power on it.

Right now, the choices I made as I was bound to, brought me to this moment, to be bare under Dorian as he gives me the most heart-wrenching pleasure one could impossibly feel… with his shadow magic, and his lips. This is forbidden, my dad would kill him, but at the same time… it's so fucking tight it blinds my judgement. My nature may have tried to avoid us from having a taste of each other, but he found a way.

And fuck… it's driving me insane.

It's bringing me near the edge of imploding, something is close… something is gut-wrenchingly close from breaking through, from wrecking me, I can feel it in my… "D-D-Dorian," I screamed, starting to shake, but using the little control left in my body to hold it.

"Right on point, my cherryling, I'm thirsty to death," he hummed, his voice sounding nearly like a beastly growl, and he began to descend his lips down my entire body, his real hands now feeling my sharp curves as shadow hands took hold of my wrists, keeping me unable from moving. He provoked me, kissing between my tits, leaving the shadow hands on them, but refusing to given them attention now.

Then he went down, slowly, torturing me, forcing me to hold my climax at the bay for him, making my mind malfunction and my body shake more and more. But he kept descending his lips on his pace, not just kissing me but sucking my skin hard and leaving a trail of marks on me, on my ribs, my waist, my flat belly, purposely giving attention to my hips. All while the shadow cock was still deep into me, so deep it was reaching my ribs, but unmoving, probably because if he moved, I wouldn't be able to hold it in.

He took his time, and by how he was sensually smiling on my skin as he tortured me with the kisses, he was enjoying it, enjoying what he was doing to me, the maddeningly addicting torture, enjoying watching how he was wrecking me, making me lose my mind. Even more amused thinking that my father would murder him for this, the idea probably turning him on more, just like he is doing to me. And the anticipation of what he promised he was going to do to me, so he could take what he wants, sank deeply into my bones, making me struggled even more to hold on.

"Dorian," I begged desperately to have his crushing touch where I need the most, where I know he's craving for too. "I can't… hold on for… longer than this… please," my voice was so rough I barely recognized it.

"You beg so beautifully it's hard to resist, my cherryling," his voice and his very breath teasing me, making me clench my jaw, the possessive tone in his voice putting me even more on edge. "Beg again," he ordered as he released the shadow hold on my legs, grabbing my thighs hard with his arms, roaming above my hips.

"Please," I cried, genuinely cried, "I need your mouth on me, give it to me, Dorian… please, stop torturing me, please, please, please."

"Lift your hips for me,'" he ordered and my body obeyed instantly, but when I thought that he was going to dive into me, the bastard decided to be merciless, and another shadow cock just as huge as the one that was buried inside my cunt, pressed against my tiny butthole, and before I could even cry about it, he thrusted it hard, violently assaulting my virgin butthole with it, and he only stopped when it was all into me. "Fuck," he cursed as a scream left my lips, "you're so fucking tight its making me thirstier."

He overwhelmed me so much that I was left speechless, unable to utter a word even if I wanted to, the pleasure blinding all of my senses. And the second I lost all the control I had been gripping onto for my dear life, he was there, making the shadow cock vanish from my pussy as it came, and covering my swollen puffy pussy with his mouth, his tongue on my folds. As my orgasm exploded, wrecking me entire, body and soul, he was ready, as if he knew exactly when it was the best time to take the most of me away.

Drinking the climax he caused on me from the source, like he would my blood from that thick vein that lies where my jaw meets my neck. His sensually longer nose pressing right over my clit, fitting him and his mouth perfectly on me like a bloody jigsaw. Dorian sucked my folds harder than he had my tits, greedily drinking all that I and the shadow cock had been holding inside me, gulping, and gulping, and gulping.

I could feel his predatory eyes on me, but I saw nothing, my vision went black, so black not even the white dots were reaching me, the force of the orgasm wrecking me. And when I thought it would end, it didn't, wave after wave, it hit me, each time harder than the other, stronger, containing the violence of a tsunami. Goosebumps swarmed over my skin, again, and again, and again, as my toes clenched so hard I thought they would break.

My ears rang but all I could heard was the sounds of our heartbeat frequency meeting one another halfway and quickening together, mirroring each other, going louder than my cries, screams, moans, his curses, or our breathing. In my tongue there was the lingering taste of cinnamoned cocoa, his taste, wildly overtaking the taste my own saliva. Even my nose tingled with his smell, the addicting scent of cocoa, cinnamon, and leather.

He's all I feel, all I taste, all I hear, all I breath. Dorian may not drink my blood, but he somehow got his way in it, and I don't think I'll be able to shake him off easily, if ever. Even if I could, I know I wouldn't.

It was difficult to register it, but I felt as the shadow cock vanished from my butthole and his hungry tongue ravaged it, his hands digging so hard on my thighs to hold me still that I just know the marks with be stained on my skin for days, just like all the other traces he left behind. His tongue, longue and moisturized in my orgasm, assaulted my ass, leaving me even more cloud headed that I already was, drowning me in raw ecstasy. But he wasn't done even when he stopped.

Dorian got back to my throbbing pussy, not satisfied in just sucking and drinking all that was left in my chalice, he slid his tongue in, craving for an even better taste of me, and as he did, he used shadow fingers to join him in the penetration, and another set of shadow fingers on my clit, all while he inhaled my sex scent in like an addict. His magic still torturing my tits and holding my wrists hostage. When I tried to move my shaky legs, shadow hands appeared in my ankles, gripping them and holding me still.

Before I could get back on my feet, it hit me once, another furiously violent orgasm, just like he promised he would do if he was still thirsty for more of me. Stronger than my first, this one came in even more waves, big and ground-shaking waves. At least everything shook inside and out of me.

Until I was all painted black.