feral | sting eucliffe

LXXI | DR

[the following chapter contains sexual content]

Episode 71: Don't Run!

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"YOU CAN RUN," Sting breathed, a hint of anger still lingering in his cobalt eyes as he looked down at her. Licking his lips, he clarified. "You can run right now, out of this argument, out of this life, out of this potential 'relationship' and I won't do a damn thing to stop you." She trembled under his touch as she sat on the counter, his body in between her legs as he dipped his head into the crook of her neck.

Nibbling lightly on her ear, he spoke once more. "The question is, will you?"Another breath mixed with a moan elicited from her lips as she tilted her head back, offering him more access as she shook her head lightly. "N-No." Y/n managed to utter out, watching as lust instantly clouded his eyes.

"Good," He huskily said before roughly pulling her closer and slamming both of their privates together. Gently grinding onto her, a mewl of pleasure left her throat, only convincing Sting to go further with his actions. He left a flaming kiss on her lip before moving down, kissing her jaw until he reached just below that. 

With her exposed neck to his advantage, he bit and sucked and kissed wherever he desired on her silky s/c skin. Every action, every sound, every word, he was hers. It was all her call, even if she said "no" or told him to stop. She was the player and he was mainly the fiddle. Ironically, Sting liked to imagine that she was a temple and he was nothing more than a pilgrim.

After all, he did plan on worshiping the Hell out of her. He played with the hem of her shirt as if waiting for a signal of some sort. Nodding feebly, he kissed her cheek as thanks before pulling off her shirt. Fondling one breast and still moving his lips down her neck and towards her abdomen, he was a sexual force to be reckoned with. 

His other godlike hand made movements around her inner thigh and by God, he was going to be the end of her. Sting continued his actions, teasing and touching, finding what her weak spots were, and what made her absolutely tremble with delight. He was determined to make her feel like a goddess.

Waiting for another signal of consent, he traced his slender fingers up and down her back. Delving deeper and deeper into this act of love, Y/n's body shivered at his touch as she whined pleasurably. Taking this, his hand dropped to the clasp of her bra, easily unclasping it. As the cold wind nipped at her breasts, it's as if Y/n had finally realized how exposed she was as her hands instinctively reached to cover her chest area. 

"Don't be shy," Sting whispered, pressing a kiss to her lips gently. "You're absolutely stunning." Her hands slowly dropped as he put his mouth against one breast, massaging the other. Another moan left her mouth, back arching at the undeniable wave of pleasure. A small growl left his lips as he ground against her once more, catching her off guard. 

The other hand had begun to make movements near her womanhood again, diving into the inner thigh and stroking it. She let out a mewl at that. God, it was like he was a baker and she was merely the dough. She was utter pudding in his hands. Y/n tugged at his sexy blond locks, only driving him to go further. 

Peppering kisses down her abdomen, he and practically kicked her into overdrive. He messed with the hem of her lace panties briefly, a smirk playing on his lips. He'd already received consent when she'd nearly closed her thighs around the finger that had gently traced her clit when he left kisses trailing down her stomach. 

After teasing her some more by running his finger up and down her panties, he could feel her grow impatient and he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't tired of the wait as well. Kissing along her inner thighs, he briefly paused before pulling off her panties. Copying the kissing actions from before, he could feel her grow desperate, even attempting to grind against his lips. 

However, Sting had caught both of her legs as a boyish grin laced his lips. "Not happening, sweetheart." He teased her some more before leaning down and devouring her. A shriek of pleasure came out of Y/n. Hormones, euphoria, and lust ran through her veins as she could feel Sting keeping her from trying to reach her high. 

His tongue darted and licked and covered every single surface imaginable. She yearned for more, but he didn't let her. The hands that used to tug at his hair and attempt to push him further, stopped all of a sudden as she reached over, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him up. "I want you. I want you, Sting; all of you." He kissed her lips, pulling back. 

"You realize that once I start, I won't stop, right?"She nodded, smiling briefly. He nodded as well, complying as he quickly undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. Bringing her closer, he couldn't help, but ram himself into her. A pained scream left her lips as her nails dug into his shoulders. His eyes shone with concern as he immediately spouted apologies. 

"Shit! Shit! Shit! You're a virgin, oh my god! That didn't even cross my mind; I'm so sorry!" He quickly uttered, watching tears gather in her eyes. She shook her head, bringing his face closer as she kissed his lips, hot tears trailing down her cheeks. "Keep going."He nodded slowly, thrusting in and out as he planted his hands on either side of her legs. 

Her whimpers of pain had slowly turned into sounds that of sexual pleasure. Y/n's arms looped around Sting's neck as she brought him closer. Letting out a cuss word, he threw his head back, continuing. God, she made being perfect such a crime. Kissing her neck again to bring on more pleasure, he could feel the knot in his stomach start to tighten.

It seemed like she could as well, her breaths cutting in between each word she spoke. "I-I'm going to—" He cut her off, kissing her cheeks as he continued. "—I know, baby, I know." She nodded in response, the two continuing before she suddenly arched her back and he dove deeper into her neck, a grunt and raspy "Fuck!" leaving his lips.

The two pulled apart, dropping from their sexual high as they looked at each other."Holy shit," He dropped his head into her neck again, pulling out. "No," Her eyes fluttered shut as she ran her right hand through his hair. He grew quizzical, his breaths still short and light. "No, what?" She blinked for a moment, an embarrassed blush coating her cheeks.

"No, I won't run out of this 'relationship'."

He chuckled softly. "It's a little too late for that."