Enchantress

Chapter XXIII

Aurora's POV

"Please."
He was awake. Xion was awake and with me. My body was buzzing. I needed him to do something. To kiss me deeply as he did just moments ago. To hold me and never let me go. To touch my thighs like he used to. Anything, everything ... I needed everything.
"I heard your voice, Aurora. I heard your every word." He whispered to me. Through my clothes I could feel the heat of his hand running over my body. He's never touched me so intimately while I was fully clothed. Our most intimate moments found me in only his shirt and no underwear. I wish I had only dressed in his shirt tonight; I wished I had prepared to finally feel him.

"I want to look into your eyes, princess."
"I'm not a princess anymore. You married me remember?"
"How could I forget?" He asked as he sat up, removing my snow boots. He pulled at my clothing, ripping it from my body all while holding my eyes captive with his smoldering gaze.
In a matter of seconds, he had me naked before him. He was still clothed in his usual all black attire. Xion wore his hair down, the soft strands called for my fingers. I whimpered for him. Red eyes regarded me as if I were a holy sight to see. I held my breath when he ran his fingers down my neck, through the valley between my breasts and toward my nether regions. Did he like my body? From the looks of his member in his pants he did. He liked my body a lot.
"Breathe for me." He told me, coaxing me into relaxing.

Xion was a master at playing the strings on my body, He could make me shamelessly whimper with a single stroke of his fingers over my sex. He must have had a lot of women, he was centuries older than me, he must have enjoyed their company. That made me want to kill somebody. It made me seethed.
"Eyes, Aurora." He commanded just as he rubbed me gently. That made me cry out. I couldn't keep my eyes open. What the fuck was he doing to me? There was heat pooling in my stomach and I felt the urgent need to scream. My body was shaking.
"What--?" I got cut off by my own cry.

I grabbed his wrist, trying to stop him from rubbing my sex so perfectly. My voice cracked as I quivered.
"You look so beautiful when you come to orgasm for me. So fucking gorgeous with your hair spreading across the sheets."

He made no move to undress and I had no strength to demand that he did.
He shifted me around, arranged me like I were a small toy. He bent my legs at the knees and pushed them so wide they ached. I whined.
"Shh, I want to taste."

He licked one thigh, then proceeded to kiss the other. Taking his time, he nibbled at my delicate skin.
"So soft." He murmured. He poised himself before my exposed sex and stared. He looked up at me and I met his gaze. Knowing I might try to pull away, He hooked his arms around my thighs and held them open.
"What are you --- Oh fucking hell!" I screamed at the first swipe of his tongue. It was rough and wet and hungry. I fought him. I tried to close my thighs. He wouldn't let me. He just kept licking away at my core and most sensitive bits.
"Don't." I moaned out.
He groaned. "Don't what? Don't stop? I wasn't planning to. Not until I have another."

I wasn't mentally prepared for it at all. He released a thigh but demanded that I stay still. He pushed his finger deep inside me and twisted.
"That's it." He coaxed. He sucked at me; I cried out. My voice will be hoarse tomorrow, I'm sure of it. Another digit and I thought I would burst into pieces. What was he doing to me?

"You're very close princess. I can feel you squeezing my fingers. Will you give me another?"
"I'm not a f-" I couldn't finish speaking; he licked me roughly again.
"I want you to tell me you'll give me another." He demanded still pressing his fingers in and out of me. I felt overwhelmed. Too overwhelmed to speak. Why was he still clothed? Why was I starting to feel that heat pooling again?

He stopped licking at me, but kept his fingers pressed deep inside me. He looked up at me. Then he sank his teeth into my thigh. I screamed.

I couldn't form coherent speech. How long have I been here like this?
I heard movement and turned my head. Xion was shirtless. Ahh yes! I had licked those abs when he was sleeping once or twice. Now he was very much awake. Would he let me lick them tonight?
He had removed his boots; the pants were next.

I felt his member against me once, but nothing compared to the sight of the intimidatingly thick veined shaft.

He reached for me and pulled me into an upright position. This large man before me did not hide in any way. He practically posed for my sight. I was born curious. I had to reach out and touch him, he groaned and I liked the sound. It made my sex clench again. We were going to make love tonight. And I had absolutely no reason to stop it. I wanted that thick shaft. I tried not to think about anyone else who might have had it, that made me more murderous than desperate and needy like I felt right now.

He pushed my hand away from him to my disappointment but then he picked me up and sat on the bed.
He kissed me passionately, deeply and I loved it. I didn't stop myself from moaning for him. He made me straddle him. Unconsciously, I began to rock my hips as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Easy, princess, let me inside." He whispered in my ear. He gripped my hip with one hand, raised me above his member. And then ever so gently he began to lower me onto it.

I bit my lip to keep from screaming when he pushed into me. It hurt but I'd felt worst pain, so I held my face in the crook of his neck and let him take me. He was groaning by the time he was deep inside me; we were both moaning. It felt strange but the pressure inside me had me clenching.
"There she is." He said to me before cupping my cheek to take my lips in a fierce kiss. I don't know how long he kissed me, but the feel of his hands running over my body, my hips, my back, up and down. He made me ache. I began to rock. Soon his hands were gripping my hips and showing me how to move for him. He was teaching me.
"Xion..." I purred and it was as if I had flipped a switch in him. He began to move me more intently, roughly. His hands threatened to bruise my skin with their harsh tight grip, but I liked it. No. I loved it.
He grabbed my hair and took my lips as he bounced me up and down. My cries and moans weren't muffled no matter how I tried to smother them against the skin of his neck. His grunts grew more brutal with each thrust into my body. And I could feel it, the thick shaft that belonged to me tunnelling its way inside my body with each upward drive. My sex clenched on its own trying to grab and hold him inside me.

Gripping my hair to the point of pain he pulled my head to the side and sank his fangs into my neck as he thrust into my body roughly one last time. His release was hot. I mewled. He drank from me as he forced his release deep inside me. He held me crushed against his body. Our breathing was rugged, and I felt him stroking my hair, calming my trembling body.