Natalya moaned against her lips. She stood up straighter, clutched Evie tighter, and slammed her against the side of the dining table.
Still fisting her hair, Natalya brought her other hand to Evie’s breast and squeezed it hard enough to be painful. Her leg went between Evie’s, grinding against her soaked pussy.
The sensations happened in unison, and so suddenly it made Evie cry out against Natalya’s mouth. Natalya didn’t pull away. Didn’t let her breathe fully.
The touches were horrible. Horrible because they made itunbearablydifficult to focus, and whenever Natalya grinded against her clit or squeezed her breast, it pulled at her concentration. Whenever it faltered, a searing sensation of blinding pleasure rushed through her, brief and sudden, but even though it hurt, it heightened Natalya’s touch. It made it more intense. And thereby more distracting.
Itisn’treal.
Evie focused on that thought, trying desperately to ignore everything else. How it felt to have Natalya’s mouth on hers, her hands squeezing her breast and tugging at her hair, her smoothskin grinding against her. The moans Natalya made and that she produced in Evie. All so… pleasurable.
Leaning into it, Evie put her hands on Natalya’s waist.
No!Ignoreit.Focus.Don’tbedistracted.
It was impossible not to be. Natalya knew all her buttons. She knew how to make her moan, even without her abilities. She knew how to make her come apart.
Evie’s focus ebbed and flowed, creating echoes of an intense pleasure-pain that was as strange as it was intoxicating. She kept pushing against it. Kept telling herself the same thing over and over.
Itisn’treal.
Itisn’treal.
Itisn’tre—
“AHH!” Evie screamed against Natalya’s mouth as a sharp pinch on her nipple made her focus slip entirely. It let in sudden, overwhelming intensity that stole all her concentration. It was a quivering feeling that electrified her veins and made her start shaking. First from shock. Then from an explosion of pleasure that she had no defense against.
It may be fake. It may be a conjuration. It may be killing her. It didn’t fucking matter.
Evie wailed as she came, her entire body tensing with the pleasure of it. It rushed through her in waves and wasn’t allowed to settle as Natalya kept kissing her, grinding against her, and pinching her sensitive breasts. The touches didn’t guide Evie through the orgasm. They tore her through it into another one that staggered her breathing into shallow gasps.
With a murderous grin, Natalya spun her and pushed her down on the table. She was held chest first against the wooden surface, her feet on the floor, and utterly powerless to do anything about it. Natalya was too strong for her to get free from the hold.
Natalya leaned over her from behind, pressing against her back with one hand. Her foot went between Evie’s, pushing them apart and making her spread her legs.
“You’remine, Evie,” Natalya whispered in her ear. Her body pressed against Evie’s back. Her robe had slipped open and her warm skin touched Evie’s, creating new sparks of horrible delight. Fingers pressed against her pussy, then there was a growling laughter in her ear.
“You’re mine to play with. You belong tome.”
Natalya pounded into her with two fingers, entering easily with how wet Evie was and producing such intense pleasure it made tears rise in her eyes.
She gasped against the intrusion, then cried out as Natalya added a third finger. Moving in and out, fast and curling and with such overwhelming pleasure that it was impossible to think about anything else. She convulsed against Natalya’s hand, clawing at the table.
As she moaned out the orgasm, Natalya moved her free hand to settle around Evie’s throat. She pressed in on the sides of her neck, producing lightheadedness as she pushed in on her veins and stopped blood from going to her head. It made Evie feel even more helpless against the maddening pleasure Natalya’s primal state summoned in her.
It was too much. All too much. Even as she came again, she wanted to beg for it to stop. She may have said the word out loud. She wasn’t sure. If she did, Natalya didn’t heed it.
Natalya nipped at her shoulder with her teeth and then bit her fully. Not hard enough to break the skin but enough that it would leave a bruise.
She sucked at Evie, nipped her, bit her. Her fingers around Evie’s throat controlled blood flow to her head, making her dizzy. Natalya loosened her grip, allowing Evie’s eyes to focus before pressing in on her again. All the while, her fingersplunged into her so hard it slammed her hips into the dining table, making the furniture rattle and groan.
“Please. I can’t… It’s too much…” Evie gasped as painful pleasure pierced through her again, making her see stars through another orgasm. There was overstimulation, and then there wasthis. Whateverthiswas. This blissful torture would be the end of her.
“It isn’t enough.” Natalya’s voice was like a snarl. She didn’t sound like herself.
Evie remembered what Natalya had said before this started. She wasn’t going to stop until she was satiated. She wouldn’t be able to.
The thought was pulled from her mind as Natalya bit her shoulder, pulling at her flesh, and tightened her grip around Evie’s throat. It made it feel like she was drowning and being eaten alive by creatures with pleasure-producing teeth.
