Loch tosses him something from his back pocket before smirking."Unless you're one for watching."
Caenan's expression doesn't change as he grabs the object—a key, I notice—and leaves without a word, not even bothering to close the door.
I open my mouth, not sure what I'd say exactly. But the next moment, there's something hard, and hot, and heavy right at my entrance, the slim fabric of my panties pushed aside, and Loch's entering me in one hard, punishing thrust.
I'm drenched, but he's so huge, and fast, and puts so much strength in each of his movements that he's rearranging my insides, as well as moving the couch back.
Holy fuck. Holy fuck. Can someone die by fairy cock?
I don't think Loch is considering my pleasure because he takes me, using me like I'm nothing but a doll made for his pleasure. I've never been fucked like this. Like something, rather than someone. A fleshlight. His mouth, his hands are on me, but it's more for his benefit than mine. I'm squishy, as he said, and he likes it.
But me? I'm pretty sure he hates me.
I lay folded in two underneath him, incapable of formulating a thought, let alone a word, as he relentlessly pounds me into oblivion. My first orgasm comes as a shock to me; I wasn't aware my bodylikedthis.
Loch grunts as I drench him, and to my absolute horror, starts fucking me harder. I didn't realize he was holding back.
Humans aren't meant for this.I'mnot meant for this. I could absolutely die; and I'm not sure he'd stop if I did.
I don't know how many times I come. I think I pass out for a while, because all of a sudden, I'm on my hands and knees, thrown over the top of the couch, and he's battering my poor pussy from behind, my dress shredded, barely hanging onto my body, those hands still running all over my skin.
I come. I pant. I come some more. I fall asleep. I wake up as the little spoon, my leg up in the air, his cock still hard and unrelenting. More orgasms. More sleep.
It's night the next time I wake up, alone and feeling like I've been hit by an entire line of buses. Strangely, I'm clean, entirely naked and in my bed in the guest room, tucked in nicely.
My fingers are curved inside my wet folds, moving of their own volition.
Even as I lay there, completely shocked and drained, I wonder if I'll ever be satisfied with a normal, human man, after being fucked like that.
It's nasty, and violent, and probably dangerous, but damn if my body isn't already craving it again. All my limbs are bruised, my joints feel stretched, but my pussy feels so hollow and needy.
Oh,fuck. That can't be good.
26
A LITTLE BLOOD AND SWEAT
Darina
Idon't sleep. After a while, I stop trying. I don't even want to, given what happened the last time I tried.
The iron shackles cuffing me to the headboard aren't uncomfortable, precisely; they're lined with thick, padded leather so as not to cut the skin. Loch said they were made for prisoners of noble stock--the rabble don't get such luxuries. But they're still firmly keeping me in bed, and since I decided there's no point in attempting sleep, I call for help.
Ryther is locked up tight elsewhere with shackles of his own, and Rachel's asleep, but my brother should be within hearing range.
"Loch?"
He's the one with the keys, in any case.
I hear footsteps, but it's Caenan who walks in. "He's in bed." After a beat, he adds, "With your sister. But he left me the keys."
"With my sister?" I echo as he approaches to under my bounds. "I thought they'd murder each other."
"They still might. But for now they’ve found other ways to vent their frustration, I suppose."
"I can't imagine those two together," I say honestly.
I know the kind of guy Rachel usually goes for. The Bens of the world. Safe. A little boring. Men she can control. The very opposite of Loch.
