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Story: The Deal

The pressure built, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to consume her. She cried out, her voice hoarse with need, her body writhing beneath his. His response was his fingers moving faster, his tongue pressed harder. It’s as if he was trying to claim her very soul with each touch, each taste, each stroke. She felt her orgasm building, a storm brewing deep within her.

Her nails dig into his scalp, and she pulled his hair, urging him closer. He growled, the sound vibrated through her, which sent a fresh wave of heat to pool between her legs. He curls his fingers inside of her, the sensation overwhelming. She couldn’t hold back any longer. With a scream that echoedthrough the room, she shattered, her body convulsed around his hand, her juices flooded his mouth. “Oh fuck, Vice!”

Vice didn’t stop, riding the wave of her orgasm, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure until she was limp and panting beneath him. Only then did he pull away, his eyes dark with desire. He kissed her stomach, his tongue traced the path back up to her mouth, sharing her taste with her. “You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Ivy’s eyes are glazed with passion; her breath came in short gasps. “Always and forever,” she whispered, her voice was shaky.

Vice’s eyes flashed with something primal, something fierce and possessive. He kissed her hard, his teeth nipped at her bottom lip before he pulled away. He stood up, his erection jutted out from his body, a testament to his need for her. He grabbed a fistful of her hair pulling her to her knees in front of him. “Prove it,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

As she knelt before him, his hand still tangled in her hair, he hissed through clenched teeth. “Look at you. So eager to please.”

Ivy looks up at him, her eyes full of love and desire. She leans in, her tongue darting out to lick the head of his cock. He’s so thick, so hard, and she loved the way he feels against her tongue. She sucked and licked; her mouth moved in rhythm with the beat of her heart. “You’re So fucking perfect especially with you're mouth full of me.” He growls.

Vice's eyes roll back in his head, his hips jerked as he tried to control himself. "Fuck, Ivy," he groaned, his voice strained. "That's it, take it all."

Ivy's eyes never left his as she took him deeper, her throat tightened around his length. She felt his muscles tensing; his whole body poised on the edge of release. She loved the power she holds over him, the way he reacts to her touch, and she's determined to make him come undone. Withdrawing him from her mouth, she traces a wet path down to the base of his cock, her tongue flicking against his sensitive skin. He groans, his grip on her hair loosening slightly as he watches her every move.

He let out a deep, primal growl that made her core clench with need. Her hand wraps around the base of his cock, stroking him as she continues to suck, her teeth grazing his skin lightly. His hips buck involuntarily, and she felt his arousal growing, his cock pulsing in her hand. She released him with a pop, her eyes never leaving his as she kisses her way back up to the tip.

With a mischievous smile, she licks from the tip down to the base, her tongue tracing the veins that stand out against his flushed skin. He groans, his hands tightening in her hair, his body straining for more. Her hand continued to pump his cock. The sound of his deep, guttural growl sent a thrill through her, and she knew she's pushing him to the edge.

Her tongue licked the sensitive underside of his shaft. She runs the head of his cock along her bottom lip; the wetness of her mouth left a tantalizing trail of saliva. Then, she opened wide and took him back into her mouth, she sucked hard, her cheeks hollowed with each pull. His hips jerk in response, and he let out a hiss of pleasure.

With a sudden surge of passion, Vice pulled his cock from her mouth and tossed her onto the bed. He flipped her over, so she was lying on her stomach, her ass in the air. Heruns a hand over her smooth skin, admiring the way she squirms under his touch. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Ride me," he commanded, his voice thick with desire.

Ivy complies, her heart racing with excitement. She straddles him, his cock standing tall and proud. She takes a moment to admire it, the way it pulses with need, the way it seems to call to her. Then, she lowers herself onto him, her pussy swallowing his length with a gasp.

He fills her completely, stretching her in the most delicious way. She feels so alive, so powerful, as she starts to ride him. His hands grip her hips, guiding her movements, setting a pace that has her moaning with every thrust. She leans back, arching her spine, giving him the perfect view of her bouncing ass.

His smacks are firm, but not painful, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She moves faster, her moans turning into cries as she chases her second orgasm. The sound of their skin slapping together fills the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and the rustling of the bedsheets.

Vice's grip on her hips tightens, his own need growing with each movement. He watches her ass bounce with every thrust, the sight making him want to claim her even more. He reaches around, his fingers finding her clit, and begins to rub it in time with her movements. The sensation is almost too much for Ivy to handle, and she cries out, her body tensing as another orgasm builds.

He smacks her ass again, the sound echoing through the room, sending vibrations through her body that make her pussy clench around his cock. She moves faster, her breath coming in short pants as she tries to reach the peak. She can feelhim getting closer too, his strokes becoming more erratic, his breathing more ragged.

"That's my good girl," he murmurs, his voice a dark caress in her ear. "You love the way my cock fills up you're tight little pussy."

The words send a fresh wave of heat through Ivy's body, her movements becoming more urgent as she rides him. She loves it, she does, loves the way he makes her feel, so wanted, so powerful. She leans back, pressing her ass into his pelvis, her body moving in a sinuous dance that's as ancient as time.

"God, Ivy," he groans, his own release close. His hand moves faster, his thumb pressing harder on her clit. She feels it building, the pressure inside her coiling tighter and tighter, until she's sure she'll explode. “Cum for me,”

With a wild cry, she does and the scream that rips from her lips isn’t hers. It’s deeper. Cruel. Laced with something ancient.

Her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave. She throws her head back, and as she looks back at him, he sees something new in her eyes. They're not her eyes anymore—they're all black, like twin pools of midnight. And her mouth curves into a bloodthirsty grin.

She throws her head back and laughs. The sound is guttural, unholy—like something from the pit of hell.

"You already belong to me, Vice," she whispers, leaning down until her face is inches from his. "Your soul was the price. And she..." Her voice drops lower, colder. "She’ll follow you into the darkness. Sooner than you think." Then she kisses him.

It’s not Ivy’s kiss—it’s colder, sharper, full of venom and possession. Her tongue slides over his teeth like a blade, tasting him, claiming him.

Vice jerks back, breath ragged—but the eyes staring back at him are her normal, soft green eyes.

Her smile is confused now, gentle. “What’s wrong?” she asks sweetly, brushing hair from his forehead like nothing had changed.

He stares at her, stunned, the echo of that other voice still rattling in his bones. “Nothing,” he says hoarsely, swallowing the fear that clings to his ribs. He didn’t want to scare her. He wraps his arms around her, grounding himself in her warmth. He kisses her, needing to believe she’s still his. But he can feel the dark beneath her skin.

With a growl, instinct overtakes him. He flips her onto her back, driving into her with vicious force. His grip clamps around her wrists, pinning her down as he snarls into her face, lips curled with fury and fear.