Prima Materia

Prima Materia - Part 3 (Conclusion)

"I adore you," Pero said before he used his tongue to kiss the inside of her thigh. Fatima bucked once more. Pero took his time, licking lazily up one thigh, down the other. His free hand stroked the thigh he was not licking. Over and over again, Pero led his tongue over her body. The sensation began to roll through her, bringing her to the verge of orgasm, only to dance away. Eventually, it became so unbearable, Fatima pulled his head where she wanted it--in between her legs and on her moist mound. He fastened his tongue on her swollen clit, and her whole body shook. Her flesh shivered as Pero alternated between licking her slick folds and nipping at her flesh with his sharpened teeth.

Pero brought his fingers to her wet cavern, at first spreading the juices over her labia, then plunging his fingers into her waiting womanhood.

"So, so tight," he whispered against her thigh as his fingers began circling within her. His fingers lengthened inside her, reaching higher and deeper, pumping her until a sudden ecstasy overtook her. Her body arched into his touch, and Fatima cried her release. Tears slid down her cheeks and her body shook. Pero looked up at her, his fingers still toying with her. In wild abandonment, Fatima reached down and cradled his neck in the back of her hand, and pulled him up to kiss her. She felt so much, no words could express what she was feeling. There was so much adoration she wanted to kiss Pero senseless, to show him she was his.

An insane growl of hunger rose up in her, and she could tell by the way Pero broke the kiss it was just as bad for him. His hands grasped at her thighs and clung to them. Every part of her flesh felt like it burned with his caress. He stuck his fingers inside her luscious, wet petals once more and she was already on the verge of another climax. Pero rubbed her clitoris in a languid motion, petting it, and making it swell.

Fatima stared into the eyes of her lover She laid back and urged him, with her foot in the small of his back, to come lie on her.

"Become one with me, Pero."

His face contorted in lust and a primal pain that she could only describe as love, and he bent over her, impaling her with his thick manhood until she felt she would burst. His hardened rod made her feel full, complete, desired, all in one stroke.

"You're so beautiful," Pero whispered, his eyes never leaving her body as he anchored her leg on his shoulder.

"Please, Pero, I yearn for you."

"I know all of your yearning. I can feel it, I can taste love, and I am the satisfaction of it." He began to work his cock in and out of her as only Pero could do. When he chose to slide into her, he would roll his hips, making his cock hug the side of one wall of her pussy, then withdraw, making his cock hug the other side. He pressed into her, over and over again, slowly withdrawing then quickly sheathing himself to the hilt within her walls. Over and over again, his cadence never changing.

Fatima arched her back, pushing herself into Pero's erection. Pero dropped her leg and bent to suckle her breasts before he wrapped his strong arms around her, and she knew what was about to happen. She braced herself and flung her arms around her lover's broad back.

Her legs wrapped themselves around his torso, and she held on. She was never going to let him go again. Pero drove himself into her with such force that her vision went black.

"Inside you again, finally, so complete," Pero murmured in a voice that had lost all reason, thrusting violently and deeply.

Fatima felt herself wilt, pummeled by the force of Pero's longing and her own need. His thrusts were wild, as if he were trying to put two hundred years of yearning into each stroke. She opened her eyes and saw him over her, his skin illuminated with a glow of lust and need. He was maddeningly gorgeous, and the reality of them finally being one made her inner walls begin to quiver, seize and throb, over and over, bliss falling over her like a blanket.

Pero suddenly opened his eyes and he put his hand under her chin. The depth of his gaze felt like it reached inside of her, demanded her to show him her pleasure. It was this that made her capitulate. Her incisors elongated further and her orgasm hit its ultimate peak. Pero bared his fangs and sunk his teeth into her neck, feasting on her blood as her orgasm washed over her.

The urge was too strong to resist. Fatima opened her mouth and clamped her mouth on Pero's thick neck. The delicious taste of his blood on her tongue made her pussy clench around his wide cock. With a groan and a deep thrust, Pero pushed all his length inside her and emptied his seed deep within her.

Groaning, sated from feeding and reuniting with her only love, Fatima ran her fingers through Pero's hair. Only then did he release her throat. His lips, now pink from her blood, eased into a salacious smile. She could only return the grin.

"Don't let it be another two hundred years, Pero."

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