Kings and Sirens (The Blood Falls Book 2)
Kings and Sirens: Chapter 13

Leena

His enormous hand dwarfed my body, which was a mindfuck. I wasn’t a small woman. And yet…compared to Atsila, I was. His hand spanned my ribcage. His pinkie brushed my belly button. His thumb hooked around the outside of my breast while his hand ran underneath, the tips of his fingers digging into the skin on the outside of my opposite breast, pushing them together. His other hand wrapped around my waist, the palm against the small of my back and his fingers reaching around to my front, brushing his other hand.

I was a toy in his grasp. Something he could move without effort.

His body curled around mine, so large he could look over my shoulder at his handiwork. “Just once,” he groaned.

I rolled my eyes. His stubbornness was sexy and borderline impossible. But if letting him think he could get me out of his system also got me relief, then I was willing to play along. “Whatever you say big man.”

He began to tease my nipples with his thumb and finger. Little flicks that felt so good. I moaned.

“Yes,” he grunted, his mouth against my shoulder as he watched. “You like this.”

“I do.”

He switched his grip. One large hand on each breast, flicking and massaging. I melted backward into his large, firm body. There was no give with Atsila. He was all muscle. His fingers circled my nipples lightly at first, sending jolts of want to my core, making me wet and ready. Then he flicked them a few times.

“They’re getting harder,” he murmured. “I like this.”

“Put them between your fingers and pinch.” If he liked feeling them change then he was going to really enjoy this.

“They’re soft but hard. They’re fun to play with.” He said it like he’d never done it before.

I ground back against his cock, searching for friction he refused to give me. He was hard and throbbing and ready, but not inside me. So I used it to my advantage, rubbing my rear clit up and down his hard length.

He sucked in a hiss. “Yes. Rub on me. That feels good.”

My front clit throbbed for attention while my core begged to be filled, but it all felt good, especially the way he tugged on my nipples while he rubbed from behind. It was like an invisible electric string inside me being pulled in opposite directions.

“Fuck, you’re needy.”

If this was needy he had no idea what needy was. But he was going along for the ride still, so I ignored him. “I want you inside me.”

He groaned. Adjusted. “Maybe just a little.” His hot, thick cock pressed at my entrance. Too big. Just right. As I writhed, I lubricated him and he began to slide deeper. I could barely breathe because the stretch was so extreme it hurt.

“Tug on my nipples.”

He complied immediately, pinching and then pulling. The pleasure shot through me and for a second I forgot the pain. That’s when the widest part of his head slid past my entrance with a pop. We both froze. Gasped. Sighed with relief. His big body curled around mine and he cupped my breast, pulling it up to his mouth. He was so big he could bend over my shoulder and suck on my nipple.

At first the sensation of having his soft lips around me felt good. Then his tongue flicked out and a new level of pleasure washed over me, squeezing my core around his cock. He didn’t move. He hadn’t at all, actually. Just the head of his cock sitting just inside me.

I reached back and around, resting my hands behind his neck, waiting for the numbing sensation to set it when his saliva touched my skin. Except…it didn’t. Not the same way I was used to anyway. Normally the numbing agent would take effect slowly on the nipple. At first there would be the shock of tongue and lips and teeth. Then a slow sizzle. A burn. And then nothing.

But that wasn’t what happened with Atsila. Instead, a warm tingling covered my skin everywhere his mouth went. It felt good and I could still make out the sensations of his lips and tongue as they worked over my nipple. Flicking and sucking. When he nibbled with his teeth I felt it. Another jolt to my core, sending my inner muscles clenching around his cock.

With him just barely inside, he pressed at my bundle of nerves.

“You’re enjoying this too?” he growled against my breast.

“Yes. More please.”

“More of this?” He bit down on my nipple and I saw stars.

“Yes. And more cock.”

He laughed against my skin. “No.”

“No?”

“No.” He went back to playing with my nipple and I forgot why I was mad.

My clits throbbed like they were on fire. They needed to be touched. Massaged. Pounded. But instead he toyed with my nipple and let his cock grow into my channel on its own. A slow, excruciatingly pleasurable experience. One minute at a time he filled me more without moving a muscle. He stretched me, hard and hot.

It was a beautiful torture.

I heard a rustle beside us. The curtain fluttered and a woman stood there smiling, her cheeks hot as she touched herself. A few days ago I might have gasped and called out, demanded she leave, but since joining the Heida and seeing how free they were with watching each other, I was curious. Would I like being watched?

Atsila was so consumed with my breast he didn’t notice.

Or didn’t care.

So while he pleasured me, I watched the stranger watch me. Atsila tugged and finally moved his hips, just a little. He moaned and did it again. A man appeared behind the woman.

Klah. He grinned. His eyes widened and a sense of calm seemed to wash over him. When I let my eyes travel south I realized it was because he was stroking himself.

I sighed. Yes I was being watched, but now I was watching too. And…I liked it. Especially when Klah moved the woman against the wooden column and sank to his knees, pushing up her skirt. She took her nipples between her fingers, rolling and tugging as she watched Atsila play with me.

His cock stretched again, reaching a new part of me that made me shudder as an overwhelming wave of pleasure shimmered through me. When I opened my eyes and looked over at my audience, Klah was on his feet, the woman much higher now as he pounded into her. He was doing what I wanted Atsila to do. Relax. Unleash. Take. This controlled, slow tease was a torture.

I came hard and loud, my inner muscles squeezing his enormous cock, the granite that wouldn’t move, his lips on my nipple, tugging and teasing until I could barely breathe. Then suddenly I was falling backward as Atsila sat on the wood folding chair, his legs splayed, my feet perched on his thighs as I moved up and down his long, thick erection. I was still coming as he pumped up and into me. Long, powerful strokes that filled me completely and made him groan so loudly I thought the whole village might hear.

When I glanced back at my watchers they were gone. The curtain fluttering closed. And that felt right too. I enjoyed their eyes and their shared pleasure, but now…I wanted Atsila alone. Just mine.

This seemed…special. Like he never came apart like this. Never took what he wanted so freely. His moans were wild and his movements primal. I joined him. Moving to make each thrust more powerful. Taking all of him. More than I thought possible. When I looked down I realized just how enormous he’d become to please me. His cock was pink and slick with my arousal, at least as wide as my fist, curving up and into my body so long I never once felt the tip of his cock as he thrust inside me. I swear it throbbed with each beat of his heart, swelling just a little bit more. Straining against possibility.

I adjusted so that my shins rested on his thighs, my feet behind me. I bent forward and braced against his knees. He was my own personal sexual jungle gym. I could turn and adjust and play in whichever ways I wished.

He hadn’t uttered a word since he sat, and based on his moans and movements, I was pretty sure it was because he was completely lost in the moment. He’d finally stopped thinking about every little thing. Planning what came next. He was reacting out of instinct and desire.

In this position his desire was to play with my rear clit and ass.

“Yes,” I hissed as his fingers massaged. “I’ll ride you all night long if you keep that up. My breasts swang a little as I moved and my hard nipples brushed against my arms and his thighs depending on where I was at the moment.

His cock pulsed and strained, I felt the stretch yet again and moaned in approval. His body would always respond to mine, would give it what it asked for, so I had to assume I could handle even more, even if it seemed impossible.

Of course, everything seemed possible when he stroked my clits with his large, strong fingers. The responding pleasure shot up my spine and made my brain feel like ice. White and cold. His thumb pressed into my ass, doubling the icy tingling. His hands were so big each finger was like a sex toy. He worked his thumb in and out, covering it in my arousal until he could move as freely as his cock, fucking me with both at once, massaging my clit at the same time.

I came again.

And again.

But I never stopped riding him. The pleasure simply rolled like waves on the beach, one orgasm fading as another rushed in. One thumb became two, stretching me wide like his cock was doing to my core. Deep, powerful strokes, that left us both gasping and moaning at the same time. He pumped into me like pistons, his cock in my pussy, his thumbs in my ass. The changing sensations of being filled and emptied scrambled my mind so that I couldn’t process what was happening anymore.

Then he switched, pumping into me at the same time, stretching me to the point of oblivion. I felt his orgasm barrel down his cock. The sudden surge of heat and one last stretch as he swelled.

He came with a howl.

Like a bear, but samhain. I think.

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