Page 13 of Defined and Defiled (Ghostlight Falls)

To-do list:

Invest in a bigger bookshelf

Richard leads me out of the school. I have to practically jog to be able to keep up with his long legs. We are roughly the same height now, the top of his binding matching the top of my bun.

“I’m still mad at you.” I lie.

Richard rolls his eyes.

“No, you’re not.”

When we reach the parking lot, Richard takes one look at my sad car baking in the sun and turns back to me.

“Are you too mad to allow me to take you home?”

I look between Richard and my car.

“I know I’m not the best driver, but even I think a book might be a little unsafe.”

Richard laughs.

“No, like this.”

It feels odd to have Richard wrap his arms around my waist. It’s even more strange to feel a sudden lightness as his ‘S’ glows and he starts to fly.

I quickly wrap my legs around him, the sharp edge of corners digging into my legs. We hang in the air for a few seconds while I try to dislodge my heart from my throat. When Richard sets us back down, I fight back the urge to fall to my knees and kiss Mother Earth.

“You can’t just spring that on a girl!”

“But think of how much money you’ll save on gas.”

Again I look at my car sitting dejected in the empty lot.

“Okay, let me get a better grip this time.”

When Richard lifts us up again, he holds me against his side. My torso is flush with his spine, my hands holding onto the edges of his front and back cover. Both of Richard’s hands are full of my ass as we ascend.

It's hard to focus on anything other than the feel of the air in my hair and the sight of the school getting smaller and smaller. I yelp when the wind rips my bun out of the scrunchie that had been keeping it together.

"Are you alright?" Richard yells over the wind, holding me tighter to him.

"Yes. I was thinking we should have checked to see if you have a drawing of a parachute inside you."

When Richard chuckles at my joke, I can feel it move through him. His spine rumbles against me, vibrating on my core. It's not an unpleasant experience, and I have to fight the urge to rub myself on him like a cat in heat.

His spine is as intricately designed as the rest of him, a hard plane of beautiful leather and gold outlines. There are carved divets along the top and the bottom, with the bottom pressing into my pussy.

"I suppose we should talk about what happens next."

Each word from him makes that delicious movement of his spine against me. I find it hard to remember to hold on to him or listen to anything coming out of his cover.

"Shirley? Can you hear me?"

A low moan escapes my lips at his words.

"Hold on."

We're only halfway to my home when Richard descends on top of a house.

I struggle to untangle myself from him. Richard reaches for me and checks my face, which I'm sure is flushed.

"Was that too much? Are you alright?"

I nod and turn away from him. I'm sure that at any minute someone will notice we're just here in their room, but for now, I'm enjoying the scenery. It's the perfect view to avoid Richard's face.

"When we were flying, you were pressed up next to me."

"Yes, did you not like that?"

I turn towards him.

"I liked it very much."

Richard's eyes light up when he catches my meaning, and his cocky smile makes an appearance.

"Shirley, you naughty girl."

I shrug.

"Does it count as the Mile High Club if we're not in a plane?"

"I think we can rack up some mileage and find out."

It's much easier to wiggle out of my tights and panties on this stranger's roof than it was in the passenger seat of my car. I leave them behind as a little gift to the owners.

This time, when Richard lifts me, we are facing each other. I cross my arms across his back and hold on to the top of him.

His mouth is aligned with my chest, a fact he is very aware of as I feel his mouth on my right breast, sucking my nipples through my dress. I can barely feel his beard prickling through the layers.

"Richard." I pant. I want to hurry along and move to the main event. I feel his teeth graze my nipples in a warning bite.

"Patience, Shirley," He says before licking the ache of his teeth away and moving to my left breast. "I've got you. Trust me."

"I don't know how much more trusting it can get than allowing yourself to be flown around pantiless," I argue.

"Do you remember what they did in book two?" He asked me.

"You can't expect us to do that." I protest.

The feel of Richard's cocks springing out underneath me is answer enough.

The lengthy cock springs up between Richard and me. I am already well acquainted with this one, but it's the small one pressed against my backside that catches my attention.

"She wasn't flying in the air when they did this." I protest.

"She wasn't you," is Richard's immediate response.

I admire Richard's faith in my upper body strength as I lift my hips up a little.

I was wet before, but the cold air has cooled me off some. Richard must sense that since he brings out my favorite bookmark to play. His ribbon slides between us and teases my wetness back. Richard stops flying, content to just float in the air as his ribbon folds itself over my clit. It doesn't take long to reignite the heat I'd built from grinding on Richard's spine.

He keeps an arm on my back while the other moves to my hip, lifting me enough to ease his longer cock inside.

"God, you're doing great, Shirley. You feel as perfect in my arms as I thought you would."

I rock against him, the hard concrete below us is so much less important than how good Richard feels inside of me.

"You're being such a good girl for me, but we both know you can take more, can't you." Richard lifts me off his cock and I whimper out an incoherent protest. His ribbon slips between my legs, soaking in all the moisture there before he settles me back on his cock.

"Dirty Shirley, getting my ribbon all wet." He chides. "But that's alright because we know what to do with that."

His ribbon slowly moves along my thigh until it reaches my backside.

The soft slide of the wet ribbon along my ass is a sensation I didn't know I'd love before today. As I move against the length of his first cock, his ribbon gets to work preparing me for his second. His ribbon uses my moisture to ease my opening.

"It's too much." I cry.

Richard's movements slow, but he doesn't stop.

"Shirley, you are so capable. I know you can handle my cocks."

Richard waits for me to nod my head before he removes his ribbon from my ass. His smaller cock is already slick from the doodled water droplets. His lubrication, mixed with my own, makes the pressure lessen as I feel him insert his cock into my ass.

Richard gives me a second to adjust before he resumes flying. I have to commend his ability to multitask as he fucks me in the sky. I thought Ghostlight Falls was a beautiful place before, but it looks even better when your pussy and ass are filled with cock.

We fly higher and higher until I’m not sure if I’m lightheaded from him or in need of more oxygen. When I break apart, he’s right there with me and we float back to earth still intertwined.

“Now let’s try this at home, because we both know what comes up, must come down.”