At Her Oasis

5. The Monster II

Orsa

I felt naked in the worst possible way. My skin burned with shame as he could barely look at me. His furtive glances affirmed my greatest fears. I had lost him. He had finally seen all of me, and I had lost him. His mouth opened and closed as he sought the words. But there was no need for them now. The eyes that usually burned for me were as cool as ice.

“How can you tell me to leave?” he croaked.

“How can you stay?” I whispered.

"Orsa... I... I don't know what you want me to say..."

I dropped my hands by my sides.

“Look at me, Kai. This is the same body you couldn’t get enough of last night. The same one that you needed so desperately, not even your brother walking in on us could stop you. And you don’t need it now, you don’t want it and if that’s the case, you may as well just go, I don’t want your pity, I don’t need your—”

“Shut the f*ck UP,” he roared, lunging for me.

We collided, the force of him knocking the wind from me. Our mouths slid over each other as he lifted me to wrap my legs around his hips. He stumbled to the bed and fell, sprawled beneath him, breathless and sobbing as he slid to his knees on the floor. He parted my legs and then his tongue was on me. A sharp gasp caught in my throat. He was rough, impatient, without the refinement I had grown accustomed to from him and I loved it. He didn’t wait, rising up over me, his body looming over mine. He shoved his c*ck into me roughly. I wasn’t yet fully wet and the burn of him made me cry out. His thumb went straight to my clit, rubbing it in rough circles, the motion making my hips churn against him.

“Yess,” I hissed, digging my nails into his back. “Show me, Kai. Show me, please…” I begged.

“Orsa, f*ck.”

His mouth covered mine and he fisted my hair, gripping me in place as he lunged again, pounding into me hard and deep. I bit his forearm as it rested near my head and he drove into me, his desire for me his only driving force.

“Mine… mine, mine, mine,” he growled, with each violent thrust.

The rhythmic slap of his balls against the curve of my ass and the harshness of his voice as he possessed me drove me crazy with lust. He f*cked me so hard, it almost hurt and I revelled in each twinge of pain, my p***y tightening with my growing arousal.

He came with a long, languid groan, his flexing body shuddering as he emptied himself inside me. I held him flush against me as he climaxed, stroking his back, pressing my lips against his shoulder as I cried.

“Wait,” he growled, roughly.

He slid his hands beneath my back and lifted me up against him, turning around and sitting down, his c*ck still inside me. I sat in his lap, weeping with relief as he brushed the hair from my face and wiped my tears, both his hands holding my face.

“I will always want you, Orsa. Nothing in this world will ever change that, you hear me?”

I wrapped my hands around his wrists as he held my face, the tears still falling as he kept wiping them.

“Yes.”

“Show me. Show me you understand.”

His face was damp with sweat, his eyes dark and turbulent as he gazed at me. They were no longer ice, they were ablaze with his need. I pulled his hands from my face and guided them to my breasts. He cupped them, massaging them adoringly. I placed my hands on his shoulders and began to rock my hips, feeling him grow hard inside me once again. His fingers rolled and tugged at my n*****s and I gasped as I felt him thicken inside me. He drew me in closer to him, taking my hardened n****e into his warm mouth. My body was alight with my need. I lifted up from him and bit my lip as I slammed back down.

“Yesss… that’s it,” he groaned, licking across my chest to my other n****e and fluttering his tongue over it.

I relished the feeling of him filling me so perfectly, rolling my hips as I worked myself into a frenzy, angling my body so that his thick crown rubbed against the spot I needed.

“Kai… yes… oh, please,” I breathed.

His hand gripped my nape while the other held my waist, arching his hips to push up into me.

“You’re so beautiful, Orsa. You’re mine. I will always want you, my moon. It is never enough,” he murmured, tilting me back slightly as he pounded upwards.

F*cking goddess, he was topping me from the bottom. I whimpered as everything inside me tightened, his deep, rhythmic strokes building the sweet tension. I pumped my hips frantically, reaching between my legs and rubbing my clit. His eyes were hot coal as he watched me, his need for me leaving its scorching trail on my body.

The muscles in his neck tightened with strain as he threw his head back and gasped.

“Come on my c*ck, Orsa. I can feel you getting so tight. You’re so hot… so greedy for me…”

The lust in his voice sent me over the edge. I cried out as a hard tremor coursed through my body, spasming around his steely c*ck as I came. His jaw clenched until I stopped clamping around him. Then he grabbed my hips, holding me aloft as he thrust upwards into me. I screamed when he bit my mark and my body shattered as I came again. He thrust hard, growling my name and spurting inside me, laying my fears to rest as he gripped my hair tightly and held me against him, unwilling to let me go.