“Relax,” he whispered in my ear. He moved my locs away from my neck and then suckled on my sensitive spot. I felt his dick beat against my ass cheeks, his veins thick and throbbing, ready to release. His hips pressed closer, the heat of him making my breath catch, my body aching for more.
His hands hungrily found my breasts, burying his fingers into them while he tenderly played with my hardened nipples. I melted into his chest, surrendering to his touch. He kissed from my neck to my shoulder, and I curved my spine, letting my pussy lips catch the tip of his head.
“Straddle my face,”his voice blasted inside my head.
I happily obliged. Pulling away from him, I used my wings to glide up to the headrest of the hammock and settled on War’s chest. He scooped me up from underneath my legs, bringing me closer, my wet lips hovering right over his mouth. He wasted no time—his tongue flicked out, slurping up the slickness of my flower. My wings fluttered, shivering with every stroke, giving me the momentum to ride his face while I gripped the lianas above.
“Ouuuuuuuu…you know how to make it feel sooo good,” I moaned out.
The pressure he put on my bud made my legs shake uncontrollably, thighs quivering as heat shot through my body. I rocked back and forth, grinding down on his mouth, desperate for more. He smacked my ass cheeks, the sting making me gasp, then gripped them firmly, kneading my flesh as his tongue dove deeper, tongue-kissing my center. My hips rolled in slow, needycircles, then forward, chasing every spark he set off inside me. War’s tongue darted against my clit, plucking at it before he suckled again, sending jolts of pleasure through my entire body. My head fell back, mouth open, as my whole body started to tremble.
“Go ahead and cum…I know you want to because your pussy is gripping my tongue. Ummmm, let me hear you moan for me. Stop holding it in before you suffer,” War said between slurps.
My wings carried me higher, fluttering in sync with the movement of my hips. War grabbed my ankles, sucking the very soul from my body. I covered my mouth to stifle my cries, even though it was just us in the forest. He sat up, ripped me out of the air, and folded me in his lap, my legs pinned back, still suckling on me. My clit opened like a flower, and honey exploded from it along with my essence.
“WARRRRRRRRRRR!” I screamed out, tears filling my eyes.
He slipped his middle finger inside me, pressing it against my gushy spot, and my center sprayed like a whale breaching the surface. I clung to the lianas, raking my nails through the waves of his hair as I climaxed. The intensity shook me to my core, causing me to sob from the overwhelming pleasure.
“You taste so good, baby,” he murmured, catching my essence with the tip of his tongue as it dripped from the corners of his mouth. I laid back, my legs still quivering, my mound pushing out suds from creaming, my breasts swollen and nipples leaking my fairy essence.
War climbed on top of me, licking my lips, smearing my sweetness across mine. “This is the best pussy I’ve ever had in allmy lives, and it’s mine for life,” he declared, staring deep into my eyes.
“Lay into me,” I urged him.
War tongue-kissed me, a kiss meant for lovers, igniting a fire between us. A moan escaped his lips as I kissed him back with equal intensity, leaving deep claw marks on his shoulder while I clung to him. War gripped my locs, placing soft kisses on my chin, but when I reached for his dick, he pulled away.
“What the fuck did I tell you? This isn’t for your pleasure,” he growled.
“Yes, it is, because you belong to me too.”
He tightened his grip on my hair, asserting his dominance. “Do I need to put that collar back on?” he asked, tracing his tongue across my lips.
“You’ll still be mine,” I replied, my heart racing.
I scooted against his erect shaft, teasingly letting my entrance wet the tip while rotating my hips. The sounds of my wetness were loud, slick and inviting, echoing in the air as I kissed his chest and then sucked on his Adam’s apple, feeling him relax, falling deeper into me. War gripped my buttocks, pressing his dick deeper inside me. “Fuckkkkkk!” War grimaced, the pleasure evident on his face as I creamed on him, the sound of my slickness filling the space between us.
“Make love to me,” I begged, thrusting my pelvis forward, desperate for him.
He grabbed my throat and squeezed, dominating me even as he made love to me.
“I want to stop time,” he growled, his voice thick with emotion, “and kill every last nigga in your past that your flower blossomed for. I’m the only one who should water your garden.”
“I’ll help you kill them,” I heard myself say as if I was caught under a spell again.
“Ummmm hmmmm…your soul is surrendering to me again,” War moaned.
“I’m at your mercy, baby,” I moaned out, completely lost in the ecstasy of our connection.
His muscles in his arms and chest flexed, the energy from his gears lifting us out of the hammock—we were floating like we were in outer space. I could hear the soft, rhythmic patter of droplets from my leaking pussy falling onto the hammock like rain. War shifted his body, turning us over until I ended up on top of him.
“Make me fall into you, Eboenia. I’ll let you punish me, but it better be worth it,” he threatened.
My wings flapped, the sound like a gentle breeze, carrying us higher into the air. I sprinkled a heap of fairy dust over War, watching him get high off my essence. His magical energy disappeared, not because of me, but because he was allowing me to dominate him. I hooked my talons into his chest, drawing blood, and rode him in the sky. War’s eyes looked hazy, and he bit his bottom lip, his gaze rolling backward as I leaned in, bucking my hips with a slow, deliberate rhythm. I ground counterclockwise, the sound of our bodies making music for lovers echoing in the air. I slapped War, leaving deep scratches on his face.
“What…”
I cut him off with another sharp slap, and I felt him harden inside me, his dick poking at my rib cage. “I’m going to leave a mark on your heart, the same way you left yours on me,” I said, riding him faster, my hips circling with a sultry intensity. War gripped my hips tightly, and I slapped him again.
