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Chapter 13

Eve

Once they crossed the threshold, a sense of panic began to wash over Eve, realising she was once again putting herself in a vulnerable position with Cyrus. They encountered a few other couples along the sprawling corridors of the mansion. Some casted inquisitive glances their way, while others couldn't help but whisper as they passed, thankfully none of them colleagues she recognised.

Eve glanced at Cyrus, as discreetly as possible, the man donned in a midnight blue shirt and black leather pants. Leather pants. To a gala. Once again, the buttons on his fitted attire strained against his hairy torso, evoking a familiar warmth within Eve.

They seemed to wander aimlessly, until he gently tugged her hand, leading her into an expansive room that revealed itself as a breathtaking library. She couldn't help but widen her eyes in awe, beholding the sheer splendour of the place. Libraries had always held a special place in her heart, one could never have enough books.

The room was a sublime and vast space, adorned with towering walnut shelves reaching up to the ceiling. Mismatched yet comfortable couches were scattered throughout the room. In the centre stood an enormous round window, its height matching Cyrus's own stature, inviting the moonlight to flood the room. Eve's gaze darted around, searching for a light switch out of habit.

“Stop.”

She remained silent as Cyrus's hands ventured over her breasts, a soft sigh escaping her as his fingers applied pressure, pinching her, sending waves of pleasure through her. She took a deep breath, allowing her head to lean back agains t his chest. The pinches became more intense, and Eve's breathing became jerky, her only desire for him to take her against the window. Cyrus released her breasts, prompting a grunt of protest from Eve, before gently sliding the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders.

“Take off your dress.”

Eve turned to face him, his dark gaze dancing in the light of the moon. She was ready to play, she had been a good kitty long enough. Slowly, she lowered her dress, the fabric clinging to her breasts. She was wearing only a delicate white thong, her sex already soaking the little piece of fabric.

Cyrus never took his eyes off her, his gaze roaming her body, no doubt driving him to the brink of madness.

“You forgot something.”

Eve smiled. “Take it off yourself.”

She had ignited the flames and could no longer extinguish them. Cyrus inched dangerously close, dropping to his knees. Even at this height, he stood taller than her navel. Gently, he gripped the thong at its centre, right where the fabric was damp, lifting it ever so slightly to reveal Eve's bare lips. Holding her breath, she realised that even for the simplest of instructions, he did as he pleased. Cyrus’s free hand slid up her ankle, caressing her all the way up her leg to her eager sex.

Eve held her breath as the giant's hand finally found her swollen lips and her awaiting clit, ready to be played with. His fingers began an expert back and forth motion on her clit, eliciting moans of pleasure. Cyrus, still clutching the thong with one hand, bent his face to explore the depths of her intimacy with his tongue. Eve stretched out, her legs weakening beneath her as she grabbed his head, subtly guiding his movements. His tongue like a ballet.

Cyrus paused, his eyes fixated on her, before reaching down to retrieve the thong from her feet. With a swift motion, he tucked it into the back pocket of his pants, much to Eve's disapproval. “A memento.”

“Pervert,” she muttered under her breath.

He rose to his feet and grabbed her under her buttocks, guiding her to the windowsill. Maintaining intense eye contact, Cyrus fully dedicated himself to her. One hand continued its sensual dance on her clit, the other teasingly explor ing her entrance. Slowly and steadily, he inserted a finger, giving Eve time to fully savour the sensation and prepare for more. Her moans and gasps filled the air, and any doubts she had about her decision vanished. Cyrus was fulfilling every promise he had made.

Eve arched her back slightly as Cyrus introduced a second finger, he really had huge fingers, and Eve had not had sex in a long time. Her body quickly got used to the new presence and she had to suppress her loud moans, trying to maintain some semblance of restraint. With two fingers plunging inside her, growing more forceful with each movement, and a hand expertly pleasuring her clit, her climax was approaching rapidly.

“Cyrus, wait… I'm about to come.”

“Mmmm hmmm.”

“… and you still have your pants on.”

Cyrus leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, never ceasing the delightful motion of his fingers.

“You'll return the favour later I'm sure,” he murmured. “After all, we wouldn't want to get into any trouble.”

Eve looked up at the night sky, ready to negotiate when the intensifying rhythm of his fingers left her unable to form coherent thoughts. She gripped her lover’s arms so tightly she thought she might hurt him, but the familiar feeling of the wave building inside her overtook her, ready to crash through her entire being.

A gasp escaped her mouth at the third finger inside her tight pussy and she grabbed Cyrus by his neck, holding herself steady while he pushed his fingers forcefully inside her.

“Cyrus…” she moaned, but she was silenced by his lips on her lips, his tongue forcing its way to play with hers. Fingers pumped in and out, twisting while his thumb played with her sensitive nub. Encircling her arms around his shoulders, she deepened their kiss, fully opening herself to him, he sure knew how to kiss, and there was nothing better than a great kisser. Eve moaned her pleasure and pain as Cyrus added a fourth finger.

“Cy…”

“ Shhhh. You can take it my Goddess, if your beautiful little pussy can’t handle my hand, you are never going to be able to take my dick.”

A strong thrust of his hand took her by surprise, eliciting a scream, her nails digging into his shirt and skin. She could no longer hold her loud moans, as she took him fully.

Releasing her mouth, he watched her with such intensity Eve thought she would come just by the strength of his look on her. Taking her arms from his neck, she gripped the window’s edge ready to be fucked. She moved her pussy away from him, and while she readjusted herself on the window, she enjoyed watching him licking his fingers, shining from her juice all over them.

Her ass now stabilised, with her back against the cold window, she slowly raised her legs, opening them holding them knee heigh, giving Cyrus a full view of her soaked sex, and full access. Hoping it was driving him just as crazy as she was.

“Fuck me Cyrus.”

Unzipping his pants in a swift move, he took out his dick, which was, as promised, huge. Eve gasped as he entered her, in one slow, way too slow, thrust, his left hand holding her by the back of her neck while his right was set on her lower back, assuring her balance. Their eyes locked as he fucked her gently, giving Eve plenty of time to get used to his size, their breath mixing, their lips together, tongues playing passionately with each other.

It was difficult for Eve to hold back her moans, she could feel every inch of Cyrus taking her, and she had never been stretched so much before. Fuck I missed this.

“Move me out of the window,” she ordered, her poor butt cramping.

He chuckled lifting her. “This wasn’t the comfiest position you could have chosen for our first time." Cyrus started walking, still inside her, lifting her up as if she weighed nothing.

“Well what position do you want then, Mr-Smart-Ass?” she barely managed to mutter, moving up and down his cock, his hands cupping her ass cheeks as if they were made for this. They probably were. Cyrus took her off his dick, to a grumpy groan as he sat, more like fell on a couch sitting. Hand stroking his dick, gestur ing to Eve to come closer, with the naughtiest look she had ever seen on a man before.

“Get to work babe.”

With a light laugh Eve went to him excited and jumping around as if it was Christmas and she could finally open her gift. Ready to sit on his lap, one leg on each side, her hands on his shoulders, she lowered herself, taking him slow and deep, holding her breath when the stretch was too much for her, then pushing again, before taking him to the hilt, her head back in ecstasy. She wouldn’t be able to walk straight tomorrow, that’s for sure.

Cyrus’s palms stroked her hips before fully grabbing what he could, moving her up and down his length, to a slow pace, until she placed her hands on his and gave a faster, deeper rhythm.

“Shhhh slowly baby,” he muttered, “we don’t want to damage that nice little pussy of yours, I am not done with it yet”

“Good,” she whispered. “Because I am not done with your giant dick either”

Cyrus laughed again, with his boisterous sound it would be a miracle if nobody heard them.

I just wanted an empty quiet place to get away for a wank. All those tits in all those tight dresses were giving me the hots, and her. Oh my God, her. Her dress was the sluttiest dress she had ever worn, and she was the Queen of Sluts.

And there she was, the Queen of Sluts being fucked by the asshole King himself. I watched her, watched her beg to be fucked by him. She didn’t even get on her knees for him, what kind of slut forgets that?

HE was not going to like that. HE will lose it when I tell him what I saw, he hated Cyrus maybe even more than me.

Watching her getting licked killed my boner, no thank you, I didn’t like that. HE promised me I could fuck her when we finally caught her, but she was a tough one to get. Our time will come, HE was too smart to let the little bitch get away. Tonight will be someone’s else turn, like last time.

I had to wait for them to finish before finally leaving the damn library. Pushing the door slowly, I tilted my head, making sure nobody would see me leave the room after them. Other guests must smell the cum all over her slit, right? Is everyone fucking blind?

My steps are angry and fast, this fucking tuxedo way too tight on my neck, I just want to take this tie out. I hate ties, unless I use them to strap a bitch to a chair and rip her tits out.

The voice of an angel came behind. “Are you ok Sir?”

I turned quickly, sweating in my costume, seeing a genuinely worried face of a cute waitress. In the usual black and white outfit for these parties, her tits were so big they begged for me to slash her buttoned shirt.

Women are never nice with me. I know I am ugly. Sometimes they pity me, which pisses me off. This one is just like all the others, but she is prettier, her hair tight in a bun, a wonderful brunette colour in there. Maybe she’ll do? If I come back to HIM empty handed, he will yell at me like HE always does.

Putting my nicest smile on, I leaned in a little closer. “What time do you finish beautiful?”

She scoffed. They always do. Her eyes freeze, she is entering her “another ugly asshole” mode .

“I have a boyfriend” she muttered, walking past me, heading back to the ballroom, her ass swaying left to right taunting me.

Slut. She’ll do.