Ruby Shadows (52 page)

I didn’t need to ask him twice. With a low
growl of desire, he pressed his hot mouth to my open pussy and I
felt the tip of his tongue probing gently around my entrance. He
found it but took another moment to lap my throbbing clit before
moving back down to slide into my channel.

I gasped when I felt his wet heat enter me.
He seemed so hot—almost as if he would burn me but in a good way,
if that makes any sense. I could feel him filling me, tasting me as
deeply as he could and thrusting in and out, showing me exactly how
he was going to fuck me when the time came.

Because it
was
coming and I knew
it. Though the feeling of his tongue inside me was incredibly
arousing, I didn’t feel the familiar shimmer in the air and the
barrier didn’t give way.

I
did
feel myself starting to get
closer to the edge, though. Especially when Laish reached up to cup
my breast and began tugging gently at my sensitive
nipple.

“
Oh…
oh!”
I gasped, arching my back. I
was getting close again…so close… But before I knew it, Laish was
drawing back, his mouth shiny and wet from my juices.

“
Forgive me, Gwendolyn,
but you know we cannot let you come yet.”

“
I know,” I moaned,
shifting on the bed. “But Goddess, Laish, I was so
close.”

“
You’re going to have to
be close for a long time before you can let go,
mon ange,”
he murmured, kissing my
throbbing pussy tenderly. “The more sexual energy you release, the
greater the chance of breaking the barrier without me coming inside
you.”

“
All right,” I whispered
breathlessly. “I know. So…now what do we do?”

“
Though I would love to
continue tasting you all night, we must try something else. We will
take things slowly and see if we can break the barrier without
taking your virginity completely.” He climbed back on the bed and
went to sit against the headboard with some pillows propped behind
his back. Then he beckoned me over to him. “Come, Gwendolyn, let us
see what we can do.”

I came to him willingly enough, feeling only
a little trepidation when he positioned me in his lap, straddling
his lean hips. When I looked down, however, I couldn’t help biting
my lip. His shaft was long and hard and thick and there was already
a bead of precum shining on the broad, plum shaped head of his
cock. He looked so huge, pointed up at me like that—poised to enter
me at any moment—to fill my virgin pussy with his thickness.

“
I will not be entering
you yet,
mon ange,”
Laish said, stroking my cheek. “I told you, we will take
things slowly. To start with, why do you not rub yourself against
me? Perhaps your naked pussy rubbing so intimately against my
exposed shaft may satisfy the Sin Tax.”

I doubted it but it was certainly worth a
try.

Biting my lip, I did as he asked. Lowering
myself a little, I took his thick, hot shaft in one hand and
pressed it to the front of my pussy.

I had only meant to rub
him against the outside of my sex but I was so wet he slipped deep
into my folds. The sudden contact made me gasp and Laish let out a
low groan. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight of him
pressing against me—
into
me—with only the broad head of his cock sticking
out.

“
Gods, you’re so slippery
and hot,” Laish rasped, pressing carefully against me. “Look at the
way you’re coating my shaft with your sweet juices. You are
incredibly arousing, my darling.”

I gave a shaky laugh. “You’re not so bad
yourself. But now what? I didn’t feel the barrier break.”

“
Rub yourself against me,”
he ordered in a deep, intense voice. “Slide your hot little cunt up
and down the length of my shaft”

“
Goddess, Laish…” I
cleared my throat, barely able to go on. “Can’t…can’t you do it?
Can’t
you
rub
against
me?”

He shook his head. “I’d
like nothing better but it is your sin, Gwendolyn— you must be the
one moving. So work yourself against me, my little
witch—
ride
me.”

My mouth went suddenly dry with lust and at
the same time, my pussy throbbed with his words. Goddess, I
couldn’t believe I was doing this—couldn’t believe I was spread out
naked on his lap with his thick shaft pressed deep between my open
pussy lips. Couldn’t believe I was going to work myself against
him, trying to come.

And yet there was no other way. Blushing
with embarrassment but fueled by lust, I put my hands on his broad
shoulder for balance and began working my hips. I was sliding up
and down the length of his thick cock, feeling his silky, hot shaft
rubbing against my open folds and loving every second of it.

I moaned as his thickness
slid over my aching clit. I don’t know if his tongue had
desensitized me a little earlier or if my body was simply going
into overdrive but this direct touch didn’t bother me either. It
only made me want more—more of the addictive pleasure of Laish’s
big, hard body against my own. More of the intimate pleasure of
feeling him rub against me. Or rather—the feeling of
me
rubbing
against
him
, I
reminded myself, for he was holding still, his eyes filled with
desire as he watched my face while I worked myself against
him.

At last, I stopped, panting a little. I knew
if I went on I was surely going to come and that wasn’t what needed
to happen—not yet.

“
This feels amazing but it
isn’t working,” I said, trying to control the frustration in my
voice and not quite succeeding.

“
I feared it would not but
it was worth a try,” Laish said. “My little witch, I am very much
afraid we must take stronger measures—you need to put me inside
you.”

“
What?” I objected. “So I
have to be the one to act again—because it’s my sin?”

He raised an eyebrow at
me. “Well, yes—but I also want you to be in charge of the
penetration,
mon ange.
I would not wish you to hurt yourself by taking too much of
me too quickly.”

“
All right.” Feeling like
my cheeks were so hot they might set my hair on fire, I reached
between us and gripped him. He felt slippery and wet from sliding
against my folds and for a moment I was concerned that he would
slip in too easily and too far right away. But I didn’t have to
worry. The broad, plum-shaped head lodged just inside my entrance,
making me bite my lip as I felt it just barely enter me.

“
Do you feel that,
darling?” Laish murmured, looking me in the eyes. “That’s me about
to enter you. Does it feel good? Do you want me inside
you?”

“
I know I shouldn’t,” I
panted, still keeping a firm grip on his shaft down below. “But
damn it, Laish—I can’t help it I want
more.”

“
And more you shall
have—but slowly,” Laish cautioned. “Come, my eager little witch,
slide more of my shaft into your tight, virgin cunt.”

Biting my lip, I did as he said. It wasn’t
hard—I was poised above him so all I had to do was sink down in his
lap. I gave a little moan as the wide head of his cock finally
breached my entrance completely and entered my pussy. Goddess, I
couldn’t believe I was doing this—couldn’t believe I was finally
letting a man into my body.

Child, be careful…when you let him into your
body, you also let him into your heart.

I pushed the thought away, knowing it was
something that Grams would say. I wasn’t trying to form any kind of
bond with Laish—I couldn’t even if I wanted to. We were just making
love to pay the Sin Tax—weren’t we?

Well, for whatever reason
we were doing it, I wanted
more.
I liked the feeling of him inside me—it made me
feel hot and powerful somehow, maybe because I was the one in
charge of the penetration. At any rate, I was no scared little
virgin—I’d had years to imagine this moment and right now I just
wanted it to never end.

I started to lower myself down some more but
Laish caught me by the hips.

“
Slowly, Gwendolyn,” he
murmured. “Take it slowly, darling—an inch at a time.”

I didn’t want to go slow but I couldn’t deny
the exquisitely erotic charge I got from feeling another thick inch
of his shaft penetrate my overheated pussy. And then another and
another. Laish paused often, possibly waiting to see if the barrier
would break but maybe just to give me time to get used to his
thickness inside me. I could feel him stretching my inner walls but
in a good way—it hurt just a tiny bit but it also felt amazing,
being opened by him.

In fact, I didn’t feel any
real pain until the moment he finally bottomed out inside me with
the broad head of his cock pressing against the end of my channel.
The moment that happened, I felt a sharp little pain—almost
a
bite—
if that
makes any sense, deep inside me.

“
Oh!” I gasped and jerked
in his arms.

Laish looked at me with concern.

“
What is it,
mon ange?
Are you having
pain? Do you wish me to pull out?”

“
No…no, it’s all right.”
The sharp little pain had faded as quickly as it had come. It
reminded me of the way girlfriends of mine had described their
first time when a guy pierced their hymen. But owing to my
childhood accident, I didn’t have that—so what was the pain
about?

“
Are you sure you’re all
right?” Laish asked again. He was holding perfectly still, watching
me closely. “I don’t want you to have any pain,
mon ange.
Please tell me if you
are.”

“
I did but it was only for
a minute,” I said. “I don’t know what it was but it’s over
now.”

“
You’re certain?” He
looked at me sternly. “Tell me honestly.”

“
I am,” I promised. “It
doesn’t hurt at all now. I just feel kind of really…full.” I had
never had anything so large inside me before and it took a moment
of adjustment to get used to. I could feel him stretching my inner
walls without even moving—he was throbbing within me, his thickness
opening me completely, owning me utterly in a way no man had ever
done.

“
Look down,” Laish
murmured, nodding to the place where we were joined. “Look and see
me filling you completely, Gwendolyn.”

I did as he said and bit back a little gasp
at the erotic sight of his thick cock thrust to the root inside my
pussy.

“
Can you feel me inside
you,
mon ange?”
Laish murmured, his eyes burning into mine. “Can you feel the
head of my cock kissing the mouth of your womb?”

“
Y-yes,” I whispered
brokenly. “Goddess, it feels so good…so
right
.”

“
It feels right to me too,
my darling,” he said softly.

“
But it’s still not enough
to pay the Sin Tax and break the barrier,” I said.

He shook his head. “No, it
seems we must go even further. You must fuck yourself on me,
mon ange.”

“
I…I…” I hardly knew what
to say. Of course it was my sin so I had to be the one committing
it but it seemed so lewd, somehow, to work myself on him like that,
to pump up and down and press his thick cock in and out of my pussy
so shamelessly.

“
Do not worry, Gwendolyn,”
he murmured. “I will help you soon but you must set the rhythm—you
must start the act yourself.”

“
All right.” Biting my lip
in concentration, I gripped his broad shoulders hard and raised
myself up a few inches. I could feel part of his thickness slipping
out of me and then I came back down, feeling the wide head press
hard against the end of my channel again. It felt even better than
I had imagined so I did it again…and then again.

“
Gods…” Laish groaned, his
hands tightening on my hips. “Yes, that’s right,
mon ange—
ride me. Ride
my cock with your sweet, hot cunt—fuck yourself on my
shaft.”

His deliciously naughty words turned me on,
making me want to do even more. But I couldn’t do it alone.

“
Help me,” I told him,
gripping his shoulders tighter. “Help me, Laish.
Fuck
me. Please, I…I
want you to. I
need
you too.”

He seemed to like it when I talked dirty
back to him. His eyes glowed like ruby coals and his grip on my
hips tightened even more.

“
As my lady wishes,” he
growled and then he was thrusting up into me, meeting the rhythm I
had set and adding his own to it. Then he pulled me close and
sucked one of my sensitive peaks into his mouth, pressing hard and
deep inside me as he suckled my nipple until I thought I would die
or explode or both.

“
Laish…
Laish!”
I moaned, burying my fingers
in his hair and urging him on. “Please, yes…please,
more.”

He released my nipple for a moment.

“
I’ll give you
more,
mon ange.
I’ll give you as much as you can handle…and beyond.” Then he
sucked my other nipple into his mouth and began thrusting even more
deeply into me, pounding hard as though he wanted to leave an
imprint of himself—as though he wanted to own me completely and
leave his mark on me to prove that ownership.