Page 22 of Sins of the Stone

Ursulette

D espite all the worries lingering in her mind, there were also other things she couldn’t stop thinking about. More pleasant things. And now was the perfect time for them to indulge while her psyche was at peace.

“So, you were watching me?” Ursulette muttered, her voice hushed and curious. “While I was touching myself?” It was late into the evening as Ramuz pulled her closer, their bodies already entwined. His muscular arms were wrapped around her soft body, his face nuzzled in her hair. With her words, he raised his head, his eyes mischievous.

The room was cozy, and snow fell outside the thin window pane, gracefully floating to the ground. The duo could hear the fire cracking in the living room, the heat calming compared to the chaotic world outside. Ramuz brushed her hair behind her ear like the strands would block his sultry words.

“Yes, I was,” he said, his voice soft yet assertive, giving her a shiver. The feeling took root in her stomach. Her face shaded slightly, and her eyes fell in a slight embarrassment. She remembered that night, cursing herself for allowing her hormones to take control.

It didn’t happen often, but she always felt ashamed when it did. It was one of the downsides of being lonely, but she wasn’t about to settle for anything less just because her body craved it. Taking a deep breath, her blush deepened, thinking of how ashamed she was, even if it was natural .

“I’m so embarrassed,” she admitted, her eyes falling to the bed, her face now beet red. “If I would’ve known you were there, I wouldn’t have done that.” She shifted slightly, emotions mixed, though shame was most prominent. Ramuz placed his hand beneath her chin, persuading her to face him.

“Why embarrassed?” he questioned. “Are you upset I observed you?” Her shoulders slumped, unsure how to respond.

“Well, I…” She paused as their eyes met, her face burning with the memory. “It’s just… the whole thing is embarrassing. Not strictly because you were there, but it makes it worse that you were. Does that make sense?” Her eyes fought to keep his gaze. He placed his hand around her cheek, pulling her ear to his lips.

“You understand it was the most arousing sight I have ever seen, correct?” he purred, his voice making her want to melt. With eyes shining with shock, intrigue, and something more, she placed a hand over her mouth.

“You awoke something in me, Ursulette,” he said. “I have never felt such desire in all my years.” Her heart rate began to increase. She still felt slightly ashamed despite his insistence, but it quickly faded once his muscular hand fell on hers. If it were possible, her heart would burst straight from her chest, and what he did next only made it worse. He lowered his lips to her ear, peeling them back so his teeth grazed her reddened conch.

“I want you to do it again for me,” he breathed, grabbing the hem of her dress and making her gasp. She didn’t feel the same hesitation as she felt during their prior encounter. This time, she knew in her heart that she wanted him. With a shy nod, she allowed him to peel the fabric from her body, exposing her flesh to the warm air. She couldn’t wait for him to get closer and set her on fire with his heat.

In another instant, she hooked her thumbs around the sides of her panties, shedding them and placing herself on her knees, just as she remembered that night. He was propped up against the headboard, and she turned to face him, ensuring she was in full view.

Without hesitation, she slid her hands between her legs, feeling her already slick slit. His allure always made her weak, expressed by the moisture between her legs. Before she closed her eyes, she caught a glimpse of his face, eyes glued to her body, teeth clearly grit behind his lips. She smiled softly, knowing there was nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about anymore.

She began by using her first two fingers to gather her arousal, making her tremble. Placing her fingers to her apex, she began to swirl, each movement sending a jolt through her body, making her quiver. All she thought of was him, his shining yellow eyes, his silky hair, his muscular frame, and the pleasure between his legs.

Remembering the way he touched her, his gentle yet affirmative hold, his curious caresses, and his domineering grip. It was an experience unlike any other, and she craved to have it again. She continued to stroke, pinching her delicate bud between her fingers, returning to circling, feeling herself growing into a finish.

Then, her handsome creature reached out, sliding his bulky fingers between her folds, burying them deep inside her, making her gasp. Her brow pinched, loving his gentle strokes as he drew her into a climax.

Feeling her core explode, a warm liquid oozing between her legs, never feeling such an intensity in all her life. With her heart pounding and her breathing heavy, Ramuz removed his fingers from her, making her feel empty. Then he slipped his touch lower, pressing on her forbidden hole. Her eyes widened.

“I remember that night, my treasure,” he said, rubbing on her tight entrance. Her brain wanted to protest, thinking of the girth of his fingers, let alone what hid between his legs, and yet, her body yearned. She thought of his bulbous head, popping her open, making her scream. How much pleasure she would feel, how intense the feeling would be, giving her entire self to him in an act of pure passion.

“You are neglecting this one, even though you touched it before,” he said in a low voice, leaning in, his hot breath warming her face. “Is this still off-limits now that I have confirmed my adoration for you?” Ursulette’s face colored. She knew what she wanted.

“No,” she said, feeling him increase pressure with his finger. She gasped, feeling another jolt strike her with a ferocity. “You can—” Her words were cut off with a gasp by his piercing digit entering her forbidden hole, his finger already lubricated from her pleasure.

His touch was slow, gentle, and caring as if he was afraid to hurt her. The small thrusts made her buck her hips as she continued to touch herself while he assisted. She was lost in her thoughts. There was only passion, knowing he had enjoyed the show she had unknowingly put on for him.

Her eyes peeked open for just a moment, and she could see his rigid member sneaking out from his seam, bulbous tip, bumps, and all. Her eyes closed again, thinking of his gentle touches, his curiosity with her body, the way his tongue felt on her. Gathering her moisture again, he snuck another digit into her rosette, causing a near-instant assault of pleasure.

Ramuz seized her swirling hand, removing his digits from her and making her crave for him to stay. In a flash, she was on her back, sprawled, vulnerable, his clawed hands digging into her wrists as his swollen member pulsed against her sopping slit.

He leaned in, his grip growing tighter. Gentleness was nice, but his primal side gave her a thrill, too. She was pinned beneath him, her breasts shaking with the tremble of her body. With eyes wide, she watched as he lowered his face to her, nuzzling his lips to her ear to ensure she wouldn’t miss a word he said.

“You have no idea how badly I wanted to leap through your window and ravage you,” he growled, his teeth grazing her jaw. She gasped, feeling her face flush with his bites, his grip assertive, tight, almost too tight. She thought of that night, the emotion, the thrill, and what would’ve made it better.

“I wish you would have,” she said. With her statement, he rubbed against her, smearing her arousal onto his cock so he would be ready to pierce her. “I want you to show me what you would’ve done .” With her order, he shifted her wrists into one hand, still keeping them secured to the bed.

“You want to know, sweet human?” he taunted. “You may not adore me if you knew how primal my thoughts were—” he paused, his gaze growing dark, “—are.” Her face grew mischievous, accepting his challenge. Deep down inside, she craved his power. She was ready.

“Please,” she pled. “Don’t make me beg, Ramuz.” Her voice seemed to trigger something in him, releasing her wrists, then sliding off her. For a moment, her heart broke, thinking he was backing out, but once he grabbed her ankles, she knew she was mistaken. Letting out a cry, he grabbed her beneath her arms from the edge of the bed, lowering her to the floor below, her face eye level with his cock.

Her bottom lip trembled slightly, a twinge of fear striking, yet she did not protest. She wanted to do whatever he commanded and give in to whatever he wanted. It overrode her hesitation. With confidence, he wove his hand through her hair, taking complete control of her head.

“I have been lonely for a long time, my precious human,” he said. “You understand I am a little pent up, yes?” Their eyes connected, hers shining, his commanding. “So do not be afraid to protest if it is too much.” She gave him an affirming nod, and his hand relaxed enough to still allow movement. Then he took all leverage away, tightening his grip.

“Now, I want to see what you can do with your beautiful lips and teasing tongue,” he said darkly. Her face bloomed with pink, her insides stewing with a hunger, a craving for him. If he wanted, she would allow this creature to destroy her. With a shaky breath, she opened her mouth. He guided her head to him, his hand stroking her dark hair.

Then they connected, her tongue connecting with his pulsing member, lips wrapping around his swollen tip. Her mouth struggled to take him all, unable to pop over his bulb, instead settling to persuade him into pleasure with her mouth. A groan slipped from him, sliding his hands through her silken hair, eyes closed with pleasure.

She continued to milk him, his fluid beginning to dribble, making her eyes roll. All she wanted to do was taste more of him. She popped him from her mouth, her tongue sliding along his girth, feeling the lines of sensitive nodules running along the top of him. Another bead of fluid dotted his tip, and she hungrily pleasured his bulb, wanting nothing more than to drain it all from him.

Before she could do so, he pulled himself from her maw, making her pout. She was going to protest, but her voice was cut off as he peeled her from the floor. In an instant, she was on the bed, the plush sheets below bringing comfort in contrast to the solidness she was placed on prior. Her admiration for the change of scenery was cut off by the feeling of Ramuz’s domineering hands prying her full legs open, his face twisted with a seductive hunger.

Lowering his face to her core, she felt his warm tongue prodding her apex, making her insides liquefy. She could feel her pleasure dribbling down, his mouth not missing a single drop, lapping it up as if it were the most delicious substance in the world. His tongue felt like magic, slipping, stroking. He continued for what seemed like forever, her body growing increasingly exhausted with each tempting prod.

After he had almost fully drained her, he flipped her onto her stomach, legs hanging off the edge. Though she didn’t peek, she knew what was coming next. She wanted nothing more than to feel his soft leather skin against hers, his strong hands woven in her hair, and his bulbous tip stretching her open.

Slipping his fingers inside her damp hole, he pushed forward, taking extra care to ensure she was ready to accept him. Once he was sure she was ready, he taunted her with his member, sliding it up and down as if wishing her—commanding her—to beg. With her face twisting with pleasure, her eyebrows knit together, waiting with nervous patience. Lowering himself over her, he placed his mouth against her ear, his breath soothing.

“Do you want me, my treasure?” he breathed, his pulse pounding in his cock, making her hands curl into the sheets, gripping them, ready to surrender to him.

“Yes.” It felt as if she had been ready for her whole life. With a moan, he leaned into her, sliding his tip inside, making her gasp. Her hands were curled into fists, the sheets below entwined in her grasp as if the action would assist in accepting his girth.

Pressing on, he continued to enter her, and despite his dominant nature, he still seemed concerned about causing her pain. His movements were always gentle, waiting for her body to grow accustomed to him before increasing in ferocity.

With eyes closed, she let out a hiss as he reached her end. She could feel his aggressive pulse through him, beating like a drum. Ramuz ran his hand through her hair again, making her realize she had been holding her breath.

“Relax.” His voice was as sultry as ever. As if under a spell, she did so, returning to her regular breathing pattern, her chest rising and falling with a rhythm. As she did, her fists uncurled, breath still heavy.

“Good,” he praised. Once her muscles relaxed, Ramuz began to move, his hand still in her hair. She gasped, feeling him push deeper, then out slightly, then back again, each stroke rhythmic, gentle, loving. Never before had she felt such passion.

With each movement, she could feel him stretching, her body squeezing around him, shuddering with each breath. His body felt so comforting against her, and even though the sensation was overwhelmingly pleasurable, she didn’t feel an ounce of hesitation.

He continued, now each stroke growing with intensity, making her gasp every time he fully entered. Ramuz slipped his hand from her hair, placing one on her hip and another on her lower back. With each thrust, he slid his thumb closer and closer to her ring of muscle, each movement like a tease.

Once more, his fingers entered, thrusting in tandem with his cock, making her cry out, her voice as loud as she had ever been. It was a sensation she had never felt before. Her eyes rolled back as she felt entirely full for the first time in her life.

She couldn’t control the wave of orgasms, feeling her liquid pleasure running down her legs. Ramuz slipped another finger inside, making her scream. The sensation was almost too much for her to handle, and she felt her legs give way, only held up by his commanding thrusts.

With a grunt, Ramuz slowly removed himself from her. A small pop came from between her legs, her face scarlet, wishing he would continue and fill her with his seed. Then she felt him again, this time at her lower hole, her blush deepening.

“I want this one, too,” he purred, increasing pressure on her rosette. He was met with resistance and a cry of protest from her, attempting to speak between gasps. Her body still oozed, his tip smearing her pleasure between her legs for easier entry.

“But, you understand it’s—”

“Yes.”

“And you still want to—”

He let out a low, dissatisfied growl.

“Are you being self-conscious again with me? I told you not to do that anymore,” he said gruffly. “Maybe I should quit pounding it into your head and start pounding it into your tight little holes. Then maybe you’ll believe how much I adore you.” Her face colored unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

She gasped, taken aback. Even though his statement had surprised her, she couldn’t help but find it extremely arousing. Another swirling feeling took root in her gut, knowing she wanted it just as much as he did. Placing his fingers back against her apex, she was reminded of how much she wanted him back inside her.

“Okay,” she said, her voice breathy. Ramuz gave her a heart-melting grin, only stoking her flame more. He increased the pressure, her eyes pinching shut, toes curling, fist balling, anticipating his monstrous cock filling her tight cavity. Though she had protested for a moment, in reality, it was a dream—her dream—come true.

His bulbous head slipped inside her easier than she thought it would, her body bucking as it popped inside. Allowing her a moment, her chest rose and fell as if her heart would break through her chest. Ramuz stroked her cheek, his thumb slipping over her opened mouth, admiring her lips from behind.

After a moment, he pushed further, slipping one row of ridges inside, making her cry out. A slick of sweat was coating her brow, but she wanted nothing more than to continue. She wanted to feel him buried inside her, showing her his love. Once more, he slipped another row inside, then another, and another, until his hips were connected with hers.

She could feel him pulsing like he was close to spilling. Taking a calming breath, she felt him begin to remove himself, making her shudder as the ridges popped out and back in, his tip swelling inside her. It was unlike anything she had felt before, and she adored every minute of it.

With hands gripped in the sheets again, Ramuz sped up, hissing as she squeezed around him, surely almost too tight for him to handle. Each ridge made her gasp, increasing in speed to the point where each gasp overlapped with the previous.

“Do you believe me now?” he said in a low voice, gripping her hips, his claws slipping from their sheaths slightly, adding another layer of sensation to their act. She could barely utter a word, her moans and gasps clouding her mind.

Clearly not satisfied with her lack of response, he gripped her hair, pulling her head back, his lips to her ear as he increased his thrusts. As he did, her legs gave out once again, her body completely drained. Yet she continued to climax, her thighs sticky, their bodies slapping together, causing her to scream.

“Yes, I do,” she cried, her eyes dotting with tears. His swollen head throbbed inside her, using her hair as leverage to force himself deeper.

“Good,” he growled, pulling on her hair, then stopping his movement, his cock buried so deep that she swore she could feel him in her stomach, though she knew it was just the fog of pleasure. With his member throbbing, she could feel herself get filled, finally allowing her to catch her breath.

Panting, her body relaxed once again, Ramuz not releasing his grip on her hair until she had drained every drop of his hot seed into her. Each pulse made her jolt again, and soon after he had finished, his hand letting go of her mane, causing her head to drop to the bed with a groan.

He chuckled, holding her limp body up by her hips and slowly sliding himself out of her, each ridge making her gasp again. He paused once it was time to remove his head, muttering something about her relaxing again. His words barely registered.

Ramuz set his hand on her back, rubbing her lovingly, then pulled himself out. The little pop was more aggressive this time. As soon as he was removed, she felt herself leak, face turning pink again. Yet, being so exhausted, she could do nothing but groan.

Her actions made him laugh again as he lifted her legs and slid her onto the bed. He left the room and returned with a set of rags from the kitchen. When he came back, he set one between her legs, just like before.

With a deep breath, she saw him wipe himself off with the other rag before tossing it to the floor beside them. Ursulette was already halfway between wake and sleep as Ramuz pulled the blanket over her nude body, curling up next to her, his hand atop her back.

Something like this would be worth leaving everything behind for. Not just the lust but all aspects of him. How he enjoyed her for who she was and thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. And of course, how he called her his treasure. She could hear him call her that for the rest of her days and never got tired of it. She hoped he wouldn’t get tired of saying it.