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both.
    "Yes,
God yes, I'm sorry, please just, I need—" Her breathy pleas ramped up his
own need, and he grasped her ass and lifted her effortlessly, still denying his
prick entrance to the sweet haven of her body. She wrapped her legs around his
waist, and her eyes went wide when he ran one hand through her soaked nether
lips and pushed his thumb into her anus.
    "You
need my juicy cock to fill you here, ceannbeag?"
    "God,
yes, there, anywhere, please just fuck me hard. I'm yours to do with as you see
fit." Their eyes locked, and he smiled, as he slowly, inch by inch,
allowed his cock to slide into heaven. Her feral moans in his ear were the
sexiest sound ever.
    "Let's
take this somewhere more comfortable." She tightened around him with every
step he took up the stairs until he found her bedroom. By the time he dumped
her on the bed his balls throbbed painfully with the need to empty, to send her
into a frenzy once again. Never before had he felt such a strong connection to
another being, let alone a human. His heart leaped in his chest at the trust
and need he saw in her eyes. He allowed himself a few slow measured strokes
inside the velvet glove of her pussy, before he pulled out.
    She
moaned her denial, and he smiled. Taking her bound wrists, he kissed them and
then shoved her up the bed to loop the fabric around her bed post. His thigh
spread her legs wider, whilst he tested the bonds.
    "Comfortable
there, ceannbeag? Let me know if your arms get sore."
    She
nodded, her breaths coming in short gasps, the scent of her arousal mixed with
his own driving his true self wild with the need to take and brand her as his.
    "Keep
your legs spread for me. I want to see that beautiful cunt quivering, wet, and
needy for me. If you try to shut your legs I'll have to bind those, too.
Understood?"
    "Ye…yesss."
Her hips bucked off the bed, when he bent down and licked a trail along her
breasts, his fingers sliding inside her and massaging her sweet spot. Her pussy
walls clenched around his digits, and he used his other hand to push her hips
back down onto the bed.
    "No
coming without me, or I'll stop."
    "No,
please, please, don't stop." Her pleas echoed in the stillness of the
room. He could see her as clearly as if it was daylight, and his heart swelled
with pride at her responsiveness. She had to be sore after his earlier fast
fucking of her, yet here she was so eager for him that his fingers were coated
in her essence.
    He
raised himself up, better to see her response and pinched her clit, whilst
massaging her g-spot. She bucked and screamed his name, as her body climbed,
her skin blushing all over, her eyes closed, head thrashing on the cushion. He
took her to the edge time and time again, alternating pinches to her clit with
small bites to her breasts, the line of her ribs, the velvet skin on her
abdomen, until he reached her mound. The little strip of hair made him smile,
and he shifted his fingers to her nether hole, stretching, probing, and
readying her for his invasion. His cock throbbed and swelled in anticipation.
He blew across her swollen labia, and Penelope pushed herself into his waiting
mouth like a wanton. He latched onto the swollen nub peeking out at him and bit
down hard. Her whole body clenched, and he soothed the sting with his tongue,
lapping up her essence spilling out of her.
    "You
taste so fucking spectacular. Come for me, ceannbeag."
    She
responded instantly, her juices flooding into his waiting mouth as she screamed
her orgasm. He licked her clean, ignoring the fierce ache in his balls. He owed
her a few mind-blowing little deaths, for he would be gone with the first few
rays of light. The curse would not let him linger, and for reasons he couldn’t
even explain to himself, he dared not risk her possible rejection. He
ruthlessly squashed the tiny seed of hope unfurling in his chest. If she turned
from him in disgust – he raised his head from between her thighs and roared his
frustration – his heart would