CAUTION: This is a completely unbelievable, profane, sexually obsessed fantasy romp. All characters are unfortunately fictional, as are all the events. BEWARE: This chapter is saturated with sex! If such activities insult you, ciao! To all other deviants: Have fun!
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My mind drifted on clouds of cotton wool. I couldn't focus or find a focus. The landscape was dark and eerie, tasteless. I wanted to reassure myself that I was alive, I thought I was, but my befuddled brain could give me no reference to proof of that. I wanted to feel, for in that desolate place all feeling was gone. I wanted to panic, to embrace the surge of fire that it would bring, the pounding of my racing heart, the sweating of my skin. I needed palpable proof that I still breathed, that my heart still beat, that I would not have to be outfitted at a coroners instead of the local mall. I felt, that in that dark haze, I was slowly loosing myself.
"Alice. Come on little cat, please..."
I grasped desperately at that gentle whisper. It was my only link to reality, to my life, to myself. Desire surged in me, filtering through my veins, saturating my brain, focusing my intent. I wanted no, I needed that voice, for that voice could bring me back, it could find me. Fire sizzled and cracked through me, desire flared hot in my veins, I could feel the life slowly creeping back into my body animating me with pure unadulterated need. My back arched as I offered myself. Take me, use me, fill me.
Heat pooled in cascading waves in my stomach and trickled into my sex, I could feel the heat of me pulsing, my slick wetness seeping down my thighs. I was using the oldest weapon known to man, sex. I would lure that voice to me, bind it in the heat of my body, draw it into the bonds of my lust; and in our created heat my life would reignite.
"Little cat, stop, baby please."
I heard his plea, but it was too late. My body and mind knew what I needed and I needed him, deep inside of me, deeply pulsing, possessing. I could feel my breath starting and it came in lust filled pants, my skin letting off waves of hormone scented heat, my nipples tingled and my back arched offering my breasts for his pleasure. I could hear his moans over the pounding of my heart, as my hips undulated, my legs rubbing together, my head tossing as I chewed on my lip mewling my need for him.
When he finally surrendered I could almost feel his energy crack as it rippled across my body, his hands suddenly thrusting into my hair, his face buried in my neck, scenting me. His body crushed mine and wild triumph rushed through me. This was what I wanted, this was what I needed. My hips bucked into his, caressing him urgently, my nipples rubbing insistently against his hard chest while my breath came in aroused pants, my hands clutching at the bed linen. I felt his moan as his lips parted, his tongue darting out for that first electrifying taste. I felt him shudder wildly as his tongue tasted of my need, his hands clutching my head tightly as he angled it for better access. His mouth slid delicately up and down my neck, torturing me, as he took gentle deliberate nibbles of my skin, sending electric bolts shuddering up and down my frame.
I tossed against him, my eyes fluttering, my skin sizzling, I wanted more of him. My hands reached for his torso, running up and down his linen clad sides, scratching at his back, exploring his shoulders, caressing his neck. I nearly burst as I felt his hands slide down my body to grasp violently at my thighs, spreading my legs making way for his hard body to settle heavily between them. A slow hot quiver licked its way up my body as I felt the hard hot imprint of him settle firmly against my wetness. His hips thrust gently, tantalizingly against my core, as he nibbled across my shoulder, sliding the fabric of my corseted dress down my arms till it lingered, suspended on my chest by my taught nipples. My body tensed, held captive in that vacuous moment of abject need, waiting in desperation for his hot wet mouth to descend upon those twin peaks of desire. I felt the fabric shift in his hands, his hot breath caress my eager flesh and I waited frozen, desperate, for that last final inch to be breached.
"Yes, oh....yes." I gasped, my mouth parting wetly as my breath escaped in deep pants.
"What is it, little cat." His whisper grazed across me, sending hot spirals of need arrowing down me. "What do you need? This?" He carefully bit my collarbone, before laving the reddened flesh gently. "Perhaps, this?" He traced the curve of my breast with his nose, nuzzling my flesh before sucking, hot and wet.
"No," I groaned "please..." I begged, head thrashing against the pillow, knowing I would die if he didn't take my nipple in his mouth and suckle me. I heard his deep chuckle tease and caress me before in one fast swoop that gorgeous mouth dipped and took me deep.
It was electric and carnal and hot and just so good. I never wanted him to stop, but as he sucked and nibbled, licked and bit; the need grew stronger, hotter, harder. I wanted more, so much more. I wanted him deep and hard, buried to the hilt within me. My pussy pulsed with the tempo of his mouth, a harmony starting between us, him leading, me eagerly following. His fingers pinched roughly at my other taught tip, feeding my need, fanning the flame, but however much I rubbed my wet little snatch against him, he refused to plunder what I so eagerly offered.
"Ohhhh, nhhhh! AH! Y-e-sss" The noises coming from my mouth where now almost animalistic with passion and need. I cried out my desire, my pleasure, in time with my pounding pulse, my needy cunt and his ravaging mouth.
Finally I could resist no longer and as my legs wrapped tight around his firm ass, pulling him into me; I gasped my need.
"Fuck me, oh please please, fuck me!"
"You want me to fuck you, little cat?"
