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Before she could finish, his free hand dived into her curls and shoved her head down as he lifted up.

He slammed his mouth over hers again to silence her, a little too hard, but she only moaned when his tongue dived again.

She tried to playfully fight it with her own.

There was a thrill that sparked across her essence when her tongue caught the sharpness of a fang, and she tried not to break apart as his palm massaged her folds and clit at the same time his hand moved.

It really was a pointless endeavour when her body was being swiftly hurdled towards her next orgasm. Just as her mouth slanted and became unresponsive, a loud moan bubbling in her chest, his hand stopped and robbed her of it.

He removed his fingers, and her brows knit together when his kisses didn’t relent. Both his hands hooked behind her knees and spread them as he repositioned her, one leaving a smudge of her own wetness behind when it disappeared.

Then something hard, long, and impossibly thick penetrated deep and she tensed.

“Oh... fuck, ” Lindiwe moaned loudly against his tenacious mouth, as she ground her pussy onto what was deliciously inside it. Stretching it. Filling it.

She tried to push at his chest, her hands going through it, so she could put space between them to see.

To know for certain that it was his cock he’d slammed inside her.

She felt the tickle of fingers barely in existence, as if the smallest specks of them were physical, holding onto the back of one knee to keep her in place.

His face was less visible than before, just enough to kiss her, let her see one eye, and his horn – and maybe some wisps of hair.

He pulled back and she saw a rod of darkness leaving her, and her pussy clamped down to keep it inside. It was so big that her lips were spread around it, and her breath hitched at it. It was also so wet from her that it was no longer chalky and had a glistening sheen to it.

Oh. My. God...

Watching it leave her and then push back in was ridiculously obscene, but she couldn’t drag her eyes away from the erotic view. She grew wetter because of it, her face and chest so flushed with desire she wanted to combust.

When Weldir tried to wrangle her in for another kiss, she pushed at his face. So he shifted his head to move around her hand like a ghostly entity.

Fangs glided across the side of her neck, making her want to crawl out of her skin from their points as he rumbled, “Female, you are making it really hard to fuck you gently if you watch like that.”

Gentle? Right now, Lindiwe wanted the opposite of that.

She lifted her gaze, but he didn’t pull back to meet her eyes, and instead she released a raspy exhale to the nothingness.

“I’m trying not to hurt you again.”

Oh. She’d completely forgotten about the last time in the wonderful intensity of this time.

“I don’t know how deep is too hard. If I’m the right size,” he stated, just as he pressed his fangs into the soft skin of her throat, “or if my bites are welcome. I need to see your face, and I can’t if you look down like that.

Nor do I understand why seeing you watch us makes me want to be feral with you. ”

Lindiwe nodded, just as she noticed that his horn was fully solid and perfectly together. She reached out, figuring he wanted her to hold it again like before, otherwise he would have let it disappear.

The moment she did, and leaned her head back to give his mouth more room to play, his cock shoved in to the base.

“I do not have a lot of time left before my form disappears,” he said softly right beneath her ear, and she shivered in response to his husky voice right there . “So excuse my speed. I just wish to see you come like this.”

The warning was insufficient.

Not when the usually slow and careful Weldir drove into her with such swiftness her heart stuttered. Her eyes flung open wide, her back arched deeply, and a rasping, loud cry burst from her. He used her wetness to fight against the cling of her pussy trying to clamp down tight around his cock.

He was so much stronger than her that she doubted it would have mattered, to the point that when she yanked back on his horn with all her strength from the rapture of his speed, he didn’t budge a millimetre.

What remained of his fingers disappeared, and something pressed against her back to keep her in place as he fucked into her with force and unbelievably fast.

Lindiwe’s legs kicked just as she screamed so hard it came out soundlessly. Her features pinched tight as she started to climax within seconds, already so close that she was shoved off the edge and into the waves of bliss before she could even wrap her mind around it.

Then he disappeared entirely, what was left of his physical body crumbling in her embrace. His horn in her hand faded, as did the overwhelming pressure and blissful movement inside her. His mist was touchless as it sprayed over her.

“Fuck!” Weldir snapped out, causing the darkness around her to rumble.

His form flickered before he managed to regain a small amount of solidness again.

Parts of it were missing, unlike before, and her breath hitched when the emptiness inside her was replaced with a spearing cock.

Then he was faster than before, and Lindiwe could do nothing but take it as her entire body grew so tense that her limbs just clamped up.

She couldn’t fathom the word stop, or wait, or even please. She couldn’t even remember how to part her lips to tell him it was too much, not that her choking lungs would have let her.

She didn’t know if she orgasmed again or if the pleasurable pain was just the result of bliss, but she released moan after moan.

Her breasts itched to mould against something, like his chest, rather than bouncing around without control or steadiness.

Her nipples strained for attention as if that was what might send her spiralling off again, or they just wanted to be soothed by grazing something.

Her nails bit into his horn, and it surprisingly crumbled under her squeeze as she held onto her anchor.

Yet he did something that shocked her system into motion again, enough to get two syllables out. “Weldir!” she yelled with her back arching, when he snarled against her neck and bit into it a little too hard.

He finally stopped, and Lindiwe wanted to weep with relief.

Twitching and trembling all over, her clit throbbed while her pussy quivered around him.

Unable to help herself, the swiftness of suddenly stopping made her grind on him just so she could bring herself down gently.

To ease back down to reality like a fluttering leaf rather than a crashing rock.

She released shivering moans, her entire being trying to find a way to settle on its own, otherwise she might evaporate against her will.

“Nhnnn,” she groaned, her knees knocking together while his cock was still deep, when a set of hips should have prevented her.

She was covered in a thin layer of sweat, like her blood had been boiling.

Her breaths were so heavy and laboured, each one hurt to produce as she tried to catch up on all those she lost. With her head spinning and pounding, her vision grew dazed, only to sharpen before she lost her hold on it again.

She would have missed the trickle inside her that didn’t belong to her, between her thighs already messy from her orgasms, if it wasn’t thicker as it left her.

The black cloud of Weldir puffed away this time. She lost her hold on his horn, the sight of his face, and gained emptiness when his cock disappeared from within her without ever withdrawing. Her body, singing with satisfaction, disharmonised in disappointment over the loss.

When she finally managed to unlock all her muscles, her body was surprisingly heavy in the weightlessness of his world. Utter euphoria hummed within, and Lindiwe basked in it. She adored it, had adored this, and she was thankful that he’d instigated it.

Hopefully next time, he has better control of his form. She’d like to touch him properly, and reciprocate by pleasuring him. She had hands and a mouth she could use. Now that it was proven they could do this without any pain... Lindiwe had a deep-seated urge to try everything.

She wanted it to be naughty, and playful, and maybe even a little... sinful? Now that those tendrils weren’t worming their way inside her, she wondered how they could be used to touch her.

Maybe if there’s more than one going inside me... or if it was thicker... The possibilities now seemed endless.

“Better?” he asked, letting her know he was still there even if she couldn’t see him.

Her lips curled upwards in response, making her eyes crinkle with joy, but she was still huffing too much to speak properly. She also doubted her voice would do anything more than crack incoherently from all her screaming.

Something touched her parted bottom lip, and it took her a moment to realise it was the pad of his thumb. It was flaky, and barely there, and it felt so soft that it moulded to her full lip rather than the other way around.

“You know what?” He rubbed against the middle of it, and Lindiwe had this overwhelming urge to lick it. Maybe even twirl her tongue around it. “I think this may be the first time you’ve ever smiled at me.”

Her smile faded as her heart stuttered coldly. Surely that’s not true...

Yet, in all the years she’d known Weldir, Lindiwe couldn’t recall a single time when she had smiled because of him.