A Bastard's Allure-Chapter 87: Jeopardy

Darion was rock hard! Every now and then, his manhood would touch Jophiel’s inner thighs making his patience wear thinner in each passing second.

He trailed south, his lips planting kisses along the trail until he rested on her waistline. God! She was so ticklish down here that her hands flew to his head the moment he kissed her. She tagged him tightly as if ready to uproot the hair off his head if he dared continue. But it was a risk worth taking.

Planting a kiss on her belly, he felt her grip tightened as she let out a rugged moan. This only acted to invoke the demon in him. He planted several kisses along her skin until she couldn’t keep hold of his hair anymore.

But she did when his warm breath fanned against her lower belly, making something stir in her loins. She wanted him out of there but didn’t want him to stop whatever he was doing at the same time.

His hands moved down to spread her legs, before trailing up, leaving goosebumps on her skin as he approached somewhere forbidden.

Jophiel’s breath came out erratic when he stroked her inner thighs. She wanted so much to clamp her legs together but her knees defied her will. And as if that was not enough to render her limbs useless, Darion’s fingers brushed softly against her clit, the sensitive flesh awakening a deep seated pleasure that turned her mind into a bliss.

Her grip tightened around his hair with new profound energy but loosened when he gave another ministrations. Her hands seemed conflicted now, dangling between her face and Darion’s head. Whatever he was doing down there, it was working magic.

Darion rubbed his finger gently on her clit, enjoying the sensation it brought around his tips. He could already feel her juices flowing. That was fast! He thought, making him even harder. She was more than ready for him! But not yet.

He slid his index finger in, her warm flesh wrapping around it. Gods! Was she that tight? Her juices enveloped his finger before he started moving rhythmically. He lifted his eyes to watch a reaction and it was just as he had expected.

Her eyes were closed tightly, her lips caught between her teeth to suppress a moan or two. ’Let’s see how long you can suppress it?’ Darion thought, an evil smile curling his lips. He increased his pace, and just as he had anticipated, she shot her eyes open, mouthing an irresistible moan.

"Don’t fight it, Joph," he whispered, rising to meet with her level while his finger was still stuck in between her legs.

His warm breath against her skin did little to lessen Jophiel’s sensation. And as if that was not enough to send her to the clouds and back, he slid in his middle finger, prying her open. Her breath came out hitched, her breasts pressed tightly on his chest. She could strangle him right now if she had the strength to. The pleasure was too much, mixed with the pain.

Darion stopped his ministrations and lifted his hand for her to see. It was filled up with her juices.

"You’re damn wet down there," he said. Her legs involuntarily moved, feeling the absence of his fingers inside her.

"You stopped?" She asked, her neck collapsing on his shoulder.

"You didn’t want me to stop?" Darion asked now curious. And how could she want him to stop when she experienced such a thing for the first time? And though he so badly wanted to be inside her tight pussy, he wanted her to be sure she wanted it, all of it!

"No," she whispered against his skin.

Damn! She could have seen him turn an inch harder. His hands snaked behind her back and grabbed her ass cheeks tightly before guiding her into the bed.

She lied there, stark naked, eyes blinking innocently. His eyes found hers, and she never appeared more beautiful than now. Her hips particularly turned him on, his fantasy of strapping her between his legs crossing her mind temporarily.

He bent over and kissed her passionately, his manhood probing her entrance. God knew how much he wanted to feel her insides. His hand moved southwards to caress her thighs which she involuntarily spread open, giving him easy access.

He stopped kissing her, his other hand tucking the stray strands of her hair behind her ear.

"I want to go in now," he said, smiling lightly. His white pearls appeared magical at that moment for some odd reason.

"Mmh," Jophiel grunted, the tip of his manhood already turning her mind into mud.

"I’ll need a verbal yes," Darion teased.

"Ye_s," she said, her hands moving to stop him when his tip probed her entrance. Darion leaned over and kissed her on the neck, easing her tension.

"I’m going in now," he warned, breathing the words to her left ear. She was damn wet and tight at the same time he found it hard accessing her. But he didn’t want to hurt her at the same time. Slowly, he inched inside, Jophiel’s face distorting with each passing second.

"It’s... Painful," she complained, her hands holding out on his chest.

Darion searched her face. Goddamnit! Did she have the tiniest idea how much self restraint it was taking him right now? He wanted to explore her insides so badly, yet he just rested halfway into her honey pot. He could feel his resolve to be soft thinning away now.

"It’ll be over soon," he managed to console her at the moment. The next time she’d complain, he had to find it in him to even hear whatever she wanted to say.

Resuming to the task at hand, Darion inched inside, Jophiel rising with the pain. He was finally in, all of him! He moved, slowly at first. It didn’t take long to tore her hymen, but she didn’t notice, and neither did he.

He moved gently, his resolve still intact. Her juices covered him whole, and finally he could move without restraint. And with her tightness went his sanity!

Darion had promised to be gentle but she was too sweet to ignore. He just wanted to find that feeling, pounding against her flesh. A feeling coined at the back of his mind and the tip of his manhood, and one that required him to move faster, unfortunately.

Her loud moans were like a clarion call that he’d not ignore. He filled her completely, going wild mode! Supporting himself on the sides of her shoulders, he pistoned faster as she convulsed against him below.

The feeling, he could feel it. It was too far yet so close, and his pace appeared to be the determiner. All thought lost now, he hammered against her until she screamed loud. Her hands held his hair tightly until he exploded inside of her.

Jophiel let go of his hair as the sticky fluids run down her thighs. He moved aside and lay there panting, his eyes trained on the ceiling.

She heard many women describing their first experiences in the palace. Some would say it was the best feeling on earth. Others described it as a painful experience they wouldn’t wish to experience again. If she’d be asked, she was on either sides of the coin. The experience was painful yet she derived pleasure in it. And Darion?

She searched for him at the side. He was all sweaty, as if he’d been out in the blazing sun the whole day. His hair was tussled, and she had herself to blame for that. She felt somehow guilty especially when she knew she initiated this. But she knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him. But what did this make them now? Would it jeopardize their relationship?

"I need another bath!" Darion declared once he resumed his normal breathing. And without sparing her a glance, he walked towards the tub and immersed himself inside, now facing the other side. She watched his back with mixed emotions.

Darion closed his eyes tightly, reminiscing about what had just happened. It was too good to be true, yet he knew it happened. How was she feeling about him now? He was never the type to love, that’s why he preferred to fuck in a pleasure house. But she was not a whore!

But neither was he someone who deserved to be loved. He was broken, his heart so cold it froze the blood running in his veins. Being a bastard, he knew how cruel the world could be out there. People like him weren’t born to be loved.

He opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling. Somehow, he knew she was watching him. There was no way on earth he was going to spend a night with her after what he’d done. Maybe it was a mistake in the first place. Only if this water could freeze him to death? Only if he was human!