ENG - Fractured Fates ʰʸᵘⁿˡᶦˣ

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I could clearly feel his lips slowly forming into a grin as he allowed me to kiss him tentatively and uncertainly. My thoughts whirled and a feeling of uncertainty and confusion spread through me as he just stood there motionless and did nothing. I felt my cheeks flush and my heart beat faster and faster in my chest. I finally broke away from him and looked deep into his eyes, the eyes that seemed to hide so much and yet magically attracted me at the same time.
„I'm not lying," I whispered in a voice that trembled slightly with excitement, fear and vulnerability. Even I was no longer sure whether I was telling the truth or just getting lost in my own feelings and emotions. „Okay," he replied calmly and calmly with the same indifference and detachment in his voice that I was used to from him and which didn't allow any insight into his true feelings.

His eyes sparkled darkly and mysteriously as he noticed my confusion and fear. He slowly lifted his hand and stroked a stray strand of hair from my face that had come loose from my braid.
His touch was soft and gentle, but at the same time so cold and calculating that it sent a shiver down my spine. I felt my heart beating faster and faster in my chest - as if it wanted to break free and fly to him, to give itself to him.

With a sudden and powerful jerk, he grabbed me by the hips and lifted me up as if I were nothing but a feather or a light pillow. I felt my feet leave the ground and I felt momentarily out of control. He set me down on the old and somewhat worn wooden table behind me, on which the folder of his notes still lay.
He placed himself between my legs, which he pushed apart, and I felt myself completely at his mercy, how he took control and I just let myself fall and surrendered to his closeness and touch. I looked deep into his eyes the whole time, but he never took his eyes off me either, watching my every reaction, every twitch, every breath and every change in my expression.

His hands began to stroke slowly along my side, so gently and yet so roughly and powerfully that I got goose bumps and a soft gasp escaped my lips. I felt his fingers touching my skin through the thin fabric of my top, slowly and carefully moving along my ribs and stomach.
He finally reached the hem of my top and slipped his hand underneath. I felt his cold fingers on my skin, a stark contrast to my heated skin, sending another shiver down my body and making me flinch.

I lifted my hands, placed them on his arms and clawed into them a little, because otherwise I didn't know where to put them and I had to hold on somewhere. I felt his muscles tense under my fingers and his cold fingers leave a burning mark on my skin.
I knew he was just teasing me, trying to find out if I really wouldn't back down, if I would really give myself to him. But I also knew that I couldn't, that I couldn't resist him, even though I knew he wouldn't do me any good.

His icy fingers continued to glide over my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps and shivers. Each touch was so cold it was almost painful, yet so electrifying I didn't know if I could withstand it. My breathing became faster and more irregular, my chest rising and falling in a rhythm that reflected my burgeoning nervousness.
His hand moved on with an almost agonizing slowness, as if he wanted to savour every moment of this approach. Finally, he reached my nipple, which immediately stood up under his cold fingers.

As I felt his fingers touching and caressing my nipple, which immediately responded to his icy fingers, I felt my breathing quicken and flatten and my arousal increase. I couldn't help but let out a soft and involuntary moan and arch my back to feel his touch even more intensely. This small touch already sent an incredible tingling sensation through my body and made me shiver and tremble.
I bit my lower lip and pressed the back of my hand against my mouth to stifle my gasping moan. I lifted my hands and placed them on his chest. I felt his heart continue to beat calmly and steadily while mine pounded wildly in my chest.
I looked deep into his eyes and tried to read his thoughts and feelings, but he remained unfathomable and unpredictable to me - like a dark and mysterious riddle that I desperately wanted to solve and understand.

His grin widened, like the grin of a predator that has trapped its victim and is slowly making him squirm. He didn't miss the opportunity to take my nipple between his fingers and roll and pinch it gently, but at the same time incredibly roughly.
My breathing became more and more frantic and irregular as I squinted my eyes to escape the unbearable intensity and pleasure. But at the same time, this simple touch felt so good and exciting that I couldn't - and didn't want to - resist it.
With his free hand, he removed my hand from my mouth and held it tightly in his own. His fingers nestled against my trembling wrist as he rested our hands on the cold, rough wooden table beside us to continue supporting his weight.

When he then began to spread wet, fiery kisses on my neck, I couldn't suppress a soft gasp. As if automatically, I moved my head to the side to give him more space. His lips were warm and soft, but there was something dark and unsettling about his touch that both attracted and repelled me. It felt as if he was robbing me of a little more air to breathe with every kiss, as if he was slowly but inexorably smothering me.
Finally, he let go of my breast, which was rising and falling frantically under his touch, as if it was asking for more, and slowly slid his hand down. His hand slid down towards my stomach and I felt my heartbeat accelerate once more. It pounded wildly against my ribs, as if desperately trying to break out of my body and run away, as if fleeing from something unknown and terrifying.

When his hand finally reached my crotch and slipped under the waistband of my pants, I held my breath. The world around me seemed to stand still for a moment as I felt him touch me through the thin, already damp fabric of my underwear. It was incredibly uncomfortable and I felt a glowing blush shoot up my face, making me feel incredibly warm. I knew it was normal to lose drops of desire in such a situation, but with him I was incredibly embarrassed.
His fingers slowly moved rhythmically over me with a certain pressure that almost drove me mad. I clawed even harder into his chest, my fingernails digging into the fabric as if they never wanted to let go and closed my eyes so tightly that I saw stars. I moaned softly as I felt my desire rising, my body responding to his touch and my blood rushing to my center.

His grin widened as he saw me squirm under his touch, as if I were a puppet hanging from his strings. His other hand wrapped around my cheek, his fingertips digging into my cheeks left and right, pulling me close. Our lips met in a kiss that was greedy and demanding, full of desire and dark lust that threatened to suffocate me as if it were a sweet, deadly poison. I returned his kiss, caught off guard by the intensity, overwhelmed by the desire, and felt his tongue open my lips and dance with my tongue.
With every stripe of his fingers on my skin, with every press of his lips on mine, I felt more and more at his mercy. My skin seemed to vibrate under his touch, as if a thousand tiny lightning bolts were whizzing through me. Every nerve in me seemed to condense into a single, highly sensitive strand that was directly connected to my heart and especially to my center.

When he finally slipped his hand under my underwear and touched me directly, I held my breath. My heartbeat quickened and I could hear the pounding in my ears. I pushed him away from me out of a sudden, panicked reflex, breaking our kiss, but his fingers were cold, like ice, and yet so incredibly arousing that I couldn't break away completely.
His gaze was dark and greedy as he looked at me, a gaze that wanted to devour me, that wanted to possess me completely. His cool fingers now gripped my entire shaft and after only a short time I felt myself getting hard. His slow movements made me moan softly and I clawed even harder into his chest.

His touch became more demanding, his movements faster and more intense, as if he wanted to drive me to a climax that I had never experienced before. I lowered my head and rested it on his shoulder because I could no longer withstand his gaze. I breathed frantically and my heart raced as if I were running a marathon. I was also overwhelmed by the feeling of his hand around my middle.
I bit my lips to stifle a groan, but a low, muffled moan escaped me again and again. It definitely felt better, more intense, than being manhandled and that feeling overwhelmed me. He knew exactly what he was doing, I could feel that clearly.

His other hand slid along my back, leaving a trail of goose bumps. His fingers caressed my hips and then dug into my skin as if he wanted to pull me against him. When his hand reached my bottom and disappeared into my pants, I moaned softly. His fingers stroked my buttocks and then dug in firmly, as if he never wanted to let me go.
He massaged my bottom for a moment while his other hand moved up and down my shaft. The unexpected sensation of his touch made me shudder and I clutched at him tighter, as if I would otherwise be swept away by a wave of lust that threatened to overwhelm me. With a slow, almost tender gesture, he withdrew his hand from my bottom and reached into my hair instead. He gave it a little tug, making me lift my head and look directly at him. My vision was blurred, my eyelids heavy from the arousal pulsing through my body.

He had a broad grin on his lips that reflected his satisfaction. He slid his hand from my hair to my cheek. This touch was gentle, in contrast to the harder, demanding touch of his other hand.
He placed his thumb on my lower lip and pulled it down a little, causing me to open my mouth a little as if of my own accord. I couldn't fight it, it was as if my body moved on its own and allowed everything he did. It was as if I was under his spell, as if I was in bondage to him.
He slipped his index and middle finger into my mouth and immediately began to caress my tongue with his fingers. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on the feeling of his fingers in my mouth, but it was difficult because his right hand around my middle was driving me crazy, pumping incessantly.

After a while, he removed his fingers from my mouth again and his grin wouldn't go away. He let his hand disappear into my trousers again and gripped my bottom. I could feel his fingers slowly moving towards my entrance and every touch made me tremble as if I was electrified. My thoughts were obliterated, overwhelmed by the touch of his hands, which sent a shiver of excitement through my body with every movement.
The darkness around us seemed to thicken as he slowly slid his fingers inside me. I instinctively clawed harder into his chest, feeling like I was going to fall, like I was going to break. A loud gasp escaped my throat and my body tensed. It felt so strange, so unfamiliar, like it was wrong. „Relax," he whispered to me. His voice was gentle yet demanding.

He began to cover my neck with kisses to distract me. His lips, his kisses made me forget the world around me. I was infinitely grateful for this, because soon I was only concentrating on the feeling of his lips on my neck and what his right hand was doing to my middle, still massaging me with slow movements.
I slowly relaxed, my breathing became intermittent and a soft moan escaped my lips. I barely noticed as he slid his finger fully inside me, and it was only when he started to move it that I reacted. Every movement made me shudder, made my heart beat faster and made the darkness around us pulsate.
His movements became more intense, both his finger inside me and his hand around my shaft, moving up and down faster and faster as he continued to blow wet kisses on my neck.

I could no longer keep myself under control, my body shook and trembled under his touch. My fingers dug into his clothes as I desperately tried to hold on to something solid. Completely overwhelmed by the flood of sensations coursing through me, I didn't know what to focus on. His hands, his mouth, his kisses - everything felt so incredible, so intense.
Even the initial alienated feeling that flashed through me when he slid his fingers inside me was no longer unpleasant. Instead, all I felt was a growing wave of lust and desire that overwhelmed me more with every touch of his fingers. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan as he sped up his movements and his other hand became rougher around my hard, throbbing shaft in his movements.
My body trembled and shook under his touch and I could feel my orgasm slowly building. He moved his hand around my shaft faster, parallel to his finger inside me, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I came.

My body tensed as I felt my orgasm slowly creeping through my body. My hands clawed even tighter into his clothes as I poured myself into his hand and an intense, pulsing sensation coursed through my body. I felt my body tighten around his fingers and I clung to him as my whole body was wracked with the aftershocks of orgasm.
Slowly, very slowly, the pulsating sensation began to fade and my body relaxed. My breathing, which had been shaky and irregular until a moment ago, slowly calmed down. I felt him pull his fingers out of me and slowly withdraw his other hand, which had been encircling my shaft until a moment ago. Only then, when I could no longer feel the warmth of his hands on my body, did I lift my head and look at him.

His face was filled with a self-satisfied grin as he looked at his hand with my cum on it. A wave of embarrassment overcame me and I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. He lifted his hand and licked his finger once to lick off the white, sticky liquid. My eyes widened in bewilderment at the sight, and the shame I was already feeling intensified.
„Now I believe you won't chicken out," he said, his grin widening. „I'm looking forward to it." With those words, he turned away from me and walked towards the bathroom, presumably to wash his hands.

I watched him close the door behind him. My heart was still pounding in my chest and my breathing just wouldn't calm down. Had that really just happened? I had wanted to tell him that I had changed my mind, that I wasn't ready after all.
And yet here I was sitting on the table while he had given me an orgasm that had shaken me to the core. And I hadn't put up any resistance. My head had been switched off, my body had simply reacted to his touch without me being able to stop it. Nevertheless, it had felt good, so damn good.

But despite the incredible pleasure I had felt, I was incredibly ashamed. I couldn't believe what had just happened and how I had let myself get carried away. I quickly hopped down from the table, adjusted my pants and straightened my clothes before leaving the room before he could return from the bathroom.

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