Free Web NovelChapter 28: Boundless Lust
Azriel
The moment I bottomed out, his walls clamped down around my thick cock like a hot, slick fist, pulsing and fluttering wildly as his body adjusted to the sudden, overwhelming stretch.
I could feel every ridge and vein of my length dragging against his sensitive inner walls, the copious slick making the slide obscenely wet and smooth.
Seraphel’s entire frame jerked forward on the bed from the force of the first deep thrust, a sharp, broken cry tearing from his throat. His fingers twisted desperately into the sheets, knuckles turning white, while his back arched high like a drawn bow. Sweat already beaded along his spine, and the glowing mark on his neck pulsed brighter, casting a faint light on the curve of his shoulder.
"F-fuck—Azriel!" he gasped, his voice ragged with shock. His head turned sideways, pressing his flushed cheek into the mattress as he tried to glare back at me over his shoulder. His eyes were wet with unshed tears of overwhelming sensation, but the fire in them still burned hot. "You’re too big... pull out, damn you—I won’t let you just—"
I cut him off with a low, calm chuckle that vibrated through my chest and into him. My hands gripped his hips tighter, my fingers digging into his soft flesh hard enough to leave perfect imprints that I knew would bloom into bruises later. They would be the marks of my ownership that I wanted him to feel for days.
"Let me? Sweet Seraphel, your hole is sucking me in so greedily. Feel it?" I rolled my hips in a slow, deliberate circle, grinding deep without pulling out, letting him feel every thick inch stretching him wide open.
The wet, squelching sound of his slick being stirred filled the room. "You are so hot, so tight, and dripping everywhere, like your body is weeping for more. Defy me all you want with that pretty mouth, but this—" I gave one sharp, experimental thrust, watching his ass jiggle slightly from the impact "—this belongs to me."
I started moving then, pulling back slowly until only the swollen head of my cock remained inside his clenching rim, the cool air hitting my wet shaft for a brief second before I slammed forward again with controlled power. The thrust this time was even deeper and more punishing. My hips snapped against the firm globes of his ass with a loud, fleshy smack. His body rocked forward, and a fresh moan spilled from his lips despite how he bit down on them to stay quiet.
I set a steady rhythm, making long, powerful strokes that dragged along every sensitive spot inside him. Each time I drove in, his walls rippled around me, milking my length as if trying to keep me buried forever.
The vines appeared again and wrapped perfectly around his thighs, tightening just enough to keep him perfectly spread and presented for me, the dark tendrils contrasting beautifully against his flushed skin.
Seraphel moaned even louder, but between gasps and whimpers, he was snarling. "I hate how you feel... I hate you thinking you can just take me like some prize..." His words cut off in a loud groan when I angled my hips and nailed the swollen bundle of nerves dead on. His cock, trapped between his stomach and the bed, leaked a steady stream of precum onto the sheets, the wet spot growing bigger with each thrust.
I leaned over him fully, my chest pressing against his sweat-slick back, one hand sliding up to fist his hair gently but firmly, turning his head so I could see his face.
"Look at me while I take you from behind," I whispered in a cool, calm, and soothing voice like velvet wrapped around steel, yet the words were pure unhinged madness. "Watch how your body opens for the sin of lust. Every time I thrust deep like this—" I punctuated it with a particularly hard snap of my hips, burying myself balls-deep so my heavy sack pressed against him "—you clench so sweetly. Your slick is running down my thighs now. Oh Seraphel, you are such a messy, perfect little human." freeωebnovēl.c૦m
The sounds were intoxicating. Hearing the constant wet slap of skin on skin and his broken moans growing louder, despite his efforts to muffle them, sent sparks of pleasure through my body.
With his face turned toward me, I could see every detail—the way his lashes fluttered, tears finally spilling over as more pleasure mounted, the red flush spreading down his neck and chest, and how his lips parted on every exhale.
I reached beneath him to wrap my fingers around his aching cock, stroking him firmly from base to tip in time with my thrusts, my thumb swirling over the leaking head. His hips jerked helplessly, pushing back to meet me even as he cursed me softly.
"Damn. You are truly the sin of lust," he murmured.
I grinned but said nothing.
For long minutes I fucked him like this, varying the pace. Sometimes I went slow, grinding against him and letting him feel me rotate deep inside, and other times it was faster and brutal as I pounded him into the mattress until the bed creaked.
The vines teased his nipples, pinching and rolling them until they were swollen and sensitive. His moans grew even louder with every precise thrust against his prostate, but he still managed weak tones. "Not... not yours... I won’t submit—"
"You already are," I replied calmly, biting the shell of his ear as I slammed in particularly deep. "Your hole is fluttering around me like it wants to keep every drop I’ll give you."
When the urge to see more of him overcame me, I wrapped both arms around his waist and lifted him clean off the bed while staying buried to the hilt. Seraphel yelped, his hands flying back to clutch at my forearms as his legs dangled uselessly.
The new position forced my cock even deeper, the head pressing firmly against his most sensitive spots. His back was flush to my chest, his head lolling against my shoulder, giving me perfect access to his neck and ear.
