Buttock on fire

Chapter 4

"Please, please, please", Alanna could hear a husky little voice begging, before the piece was placed on her tongue and she had to chew. It slipped down her throat on another sharp inhalation as his tongue thrust suddenly into her navel, fingers plucking simultaneously at her hard nipples. She moaned. He lifted his head, and started to suckle on her breasts, altenating between the two, and she writhed as she tried to stop him teasing, to force one or both of her nipples into his mouth. He drew back as the sensation began to fire deeper within her, and then leaned down again to swirl his tongue around and dip into her belly button. She cried out and arched her back, lifting her hips and belly toward him, and he retreated again, leaving her gasping, pleading. Abruptly his lips were back at her breast, suckling, then lifting to allow his teeth to graze her nipple, taunting one then the other, while a finger teased along the edge of the fabric resting on her hips. He was driving her crazy, playing with her until she thought she would burst with the pulsing, pulling sensations shuddering through her.

Then he stopped, and stepped back. Alanna leaned against the post, writhing, panting, and a second short word in his language flashed across her heated brain, "Please!" Another grunted laugh, and he responded, "No". He chuckled again as she moaned, tugging at the bonds above her head. She knew she was only here for his pleasure, but did he have to keep stopping? Did he get some torturous delight from denying her full satisfaction, tightening the ache in her belly gradually, softly, oh so slowly, causing meltdown in the waiting?

"Please, pleease", she tried again, and was rewarded by a feather kiss on each nipple, leading her to cry out and arch her back, reaching for the sensation.

"Please please please please please!"

"No." His deep voice amused. And then a second word, which she didn't understand.

Through the drumming of the blood in her ears, Alanna heard the soft brush of cloth, felt him step in close, and soft hair and warm, smooth flesh rubbed briefly against her aching nipples. She cried out and arched again to repeat the sensation, but he had straightened, and the thrusting movement brought her belly up against a hard mound which throbbed through the material of his trousers. The pulse, the heat, the power of his shrouded cock made her throat tighten, and she swallowed. Then the heat pooled in her loins swelled, and gently she rubbed her breasts against the down on his chest, her hips circling to make her belly roll against his throbbing member, while Xanir reached above them and swiftly undid the bonds at her wrists. The soft friction of his hard body against hers was torture, stoking the melting ache between her thighs. Urgently, freed, she pressed forward to rub more firmly, one aching surge of excitement, and she was lifted away again and stopped, his hand on her shoulders.

"No", he said again, his voice firm, although the note of teasing remained. Frustrated, and stubborn, Alanna lifted a hand toward the sound of his voice, found and pressed her small fingers across his full lips to hold back his unwelcome answer, then struggled again to press herself forward against his grasp, whispering, "please, please, please". His mouth opened on a bark of laughter, before teeth nipped her fingers, and she was abruptly tumbled onto her back on the mattress, legs kneed apart for his advance, and her breasts pressed together with his palms so that he could bend and suckle both peaks simultaneously. She bucked, crying out against the twin stabs of fire, while his heavy body held her hips against the bed. He continued to kiss and lick her breasts as he pushed the heavy skirt of her gown up around her waist, exposing her thighs and the trim thatch of golden hair between. He quickly grabbed both ankles and pushed them up the bed to just below her buttocks; her knees fell open and suddenly Alanna gasped as she realised she was naked from the waist down, legs wide, the dampness glistening between her thighs as her exposed slit poked up at the man above her.

He stopped moving. She could tell he was just looking, hear his breathing deepening as his eyes stroked over her glistening mound. Hot with a flush of embarrassment, she writhed up the bed, pushing away from his clasp on her ankles, twisting towards her front and closing her knees .

He reacted swiftly, flicking her skirt out of the way and raining down one sharp open-handed slap on her buttock with a deep growled, "no!", no teasing this time, before he turned her back to face him, pushing her knees wide and bunching her skirt back around her waist, out of his way. Quivering, left buttock on fire, Alanna again lay exposed to him. The blindfold had slipped, and was now digging into her left eye, but she wasn't sure she dared tell him. She was so aroused, she didn't want to distract him, she just wanted to please him, even if what he was doing made her shiver in embarrassment. It also made her shiver in anticipation, and she could feel her insides melting and tightening further as his deep breaths began to get harsher as he looked down at her.

'Oh Mihla, am I going to enjoy this', thought Xanir, his breath roughening as he traced his eyes over the glistening entrance. 'I don't even need to touch her there, her breasts are so sensitive she is molten and ready.' He could feel the pulsing tide of blood surging through his cock, rising through his veins, beginning to make him lightheaded, as the base of his spine tingled. Firmly, he reminded himself, 'she is a virgin, and you are damn large.' A virgin. He could imagine how her tight, hot, wet passage would feel about his member as he thrust into her, and felt a little spurt of pre-cum surge from his tip as a flash of lightening heat shot down his spine to the tip of his member. 'Steady.'

Alanna felt him lift her hips, and slide his left arm under her, working what felt like a large cushion beneath her raised buttocks. Her lower back arched slightly so that she was bowed over the bolster, and her lower lips glistened and parted as her raised knees fell a little wider. He placed a hand beside her waist, and then Alanna felt another piece of fruit slide between her hot lower lips. She moaned, lifting her hips as it slid gently along her clitoris, teasing, tantalising, and then he leaned over and pressed it to her lips. She didn't want to eat this piece, the musky scent mingled with her own arousal made her insides squirm, but she didn't want to displease him and opened her mouth, sucking it in. As she chewed and swallowed, licking the juice from her lips, a shaft of heat seemed to stroke between her open thighs. More sounds – the clicking of metal and soft brush of cloth, and suddenly he was there, up on the bed, over her. His knees were between hers, heat against heat, and she felt the mattress dip on either side of her head as he lent his weight on his arms. She could hear his heavy breathing, and the sense of his hard, strong body held taut above hers made her tremble even more, feeling a flush of hot dampness trickle from between her legs.

One of his arms lifted from beside her, and then his hard, smooth member rubbed teasingly between her lower lips. She gasped as the head of it brushed over her throbbing clit, making her jerk and lift her hips off the cushion as he stroked against her. The head brushed again, and again, soft swift pushes against her bud, before sliding lower as she lifted her hips, pleading silently. He placed his cock against the entrance to her pussy and slowly, ever so slowly, pressed the tip against her moist, tight vulva, right arm returning to rest beside her head. The hot, heavy sensation of him almost breaching her with his throbbing hardness made Alanna cry out in frustrated arousal, writhing beneath him, lifting her hips. Her surge as she pressed her hips towards him stretched her passage entrance against the very tip of his cock, and she felt a flush of heat pulse through her groin, dragging a soft moan from her. She felt his weight leave his arms, and she cried out at the sensation as his cock tip shifted against her. He stilled, kneeling above her, and she groaned.

'He isn't stopping to look now?' she thought, anguished, and tried to lift up against him. He bit out something harshly, and his hands grabbed her hips, holding her steady. Xanir pulled up slightly, and rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy mouth, fingers digging into her flesh to hold her as she lifted and tried to thrust against his movement. Alanna was overcome with feeling, and almost wailed. "Pleease!" she gasped, wanting more, much more. She wanted it all. She wanted him. Now. Right now. NOW. And he was making her wait. She struggled against the hands holding her, and gasped as he eased back, sliding his member sensuously up and over her throbbing, erect clit, before nudging back down and pressing again, opening her slightly further. Torture. She arched back up to meet him, and heard another satisfied chuckle, the hands steady on her hips, holding her immobile, though his tongue lapped over her nipple, teasing her for bringing them within reach of his mouth. She moaned, sobbing as she collapsed back against the bed, lifting her legs to wrap against his back, trying to pull him in. He chuckled again, and pressed gently, then withdrew and slid back up to rub against her clit.

He teased her with three of four more almost-penetrations, each pressing slightly further into the mouth of her passage, punctuated with rubbing her clit with the cock head, soaked with her juices. She writhed and begged, struggling against his hold, before suddenly his hands left her hips and he leaned forward. Alanna felt the girth of his hard, throbbing cock slowly, smoothly penetrating her passage. She was stretched by the weight, the size, the pulse and heat of him, and barely felt the sharp tear of her vaginity as he surged through, to the sound of his satisfied grunt. He paused, and she caught her breath, then his cock pushed deeper, deeper. She sighed. Another pause, then he thrust further, pressing on her walls, stretching her, her gasps, whimpers and sighs encouraging him on through each incremental advance, until his balls came to rest against her buttocks and he stilled.

Alanna lay unmoving, her breath held in her full lungs as her whole body centred on the feeling of his large cock fully embedded, forced so deep she felt she could feel it pressing against her lungs. She couldn't breathe, couldn't believe the feeling of fullness, completion, the tingling of her skin as every fibre seemed to shimmer with sensation and, moaning, she turned her head to kiss her lips softly against his inner wrist. He felt so good. She was poised, waiting, savouring the stretch, the friction, the gentle pulsing of her taut inner muscles about his hard length as they slowly adjusted to the invasion.