Serpentine Desires

The predator

My little bird gasped and my dick stiffened.

Fuck. I wanted to not touch her. To make her burn for me, but now that I looked at her, struggling to breathe and batting her lashes at me, it was the other way around.

She opened her mouth.

Whatever she had been about to say was lost as I pushed her down on the bed and nudged her legs apart. I glanced down at her crotch. It turned out that the robe wasn't a good idea. At least, not when she was not wearing panties and was very wet. There was a dark spot already spreading out.

"Ptichka," I said, shaking my head and letting go of her breasts. "You do realise how lewd you're looking right now, don't you?" I grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer with a firm grip, forcing her to look at me. "So needy, just waiting for me to take what's already mine." I leaned down and teased against her ear. "Beg for it, ptichka. Show me how much you want this."

"Wha-? No, Judas wait!"

I ignored her as I pulled her robe off of her. And then I had to stop at the lovely, lovely sight in front of me. The physical changes were just about complete. My little bird's cunt was glistening, completely smooth, and completely wet. My cock throbbed as I looked down at it. Fuck, I needed to bury myself in those folds.

I crawled back up onto the bed, my shaft waggling underneath me. I looked down at my Ptichka, her eyes full of fright and arousal. God, I was going to love this.

I grabbed my dick in one hand, hissing at how good just my hand felt. Then I guided myself in, drawing closer and closer to her wet folds. My little bird didn't try to fight me or run away. She just lifted her head to stare over her fat breasts as I rested my dick against her lower lips.

"Beg," I asked, stroking the side of her face not getting enough of her sight.

"No..." she moaned, her arousal coating my cock as I pressed against her entrance."Come on, I'll show you the heaven." I pushed my hips forward.

My little bird was finally giving in, her body betraying that fierce look in her eyes. Even if she tried to mask it, her hips were shifting closer, begging for more. Defiance still flickered there, but it only fueled my need to break her down until there was nothing left but raw, carnal submission. And the lust—it was pouring off her in waves. I grinned, feeling the pulse of heat as I teased her entrance, my fingers trailing along her skin. She was wet and ready, and her moans were music to my ears.

I inched forward, pushing deeper, her walls clenching around me. God, she felt so damn good, her tightness making me groan, though I stifled it beneath the symphony of her lustful cries. There was no doubt she wanted this, even if her mind hadn't caught up with her body's desperate needs.

Her weak resistance was almost laughable now, her hands clinging to my arms as if that would somehow stop me from taking her—every inch, every trembling moan, every part of her. With every thrust, I watched the war of emotions on her face, lust swallowing up any remaining anger or regret. By the time I was fully inside her, those flickers of rebellion had vanished, and all that was left was pure, desperate need.

Her moans were like wicked symphonies I never knew I craved... soft, sinful, forbidden poetry whispered in the dead of night.

Fuck.

Where was this coming from? Judas Romanovski didn't use words like this. Didn't let himself feel like this. But for her? For her, I could write thousands—of dark verses and the more I looked at her, the more it dragged me further into an obsession that bordered on madness.

She was my temptation, my ruin, wrapped in whispers. A lie. Yes, she was a lie. She had to be. Cause there was no way the truth could be so tempting.