Author's note:
Hey there!!!
How are we all doing? I'm fantastic! Aside from the usual existential dread that comes with being a writer, my year has been pretty darn awesome so far. Hope yours has been equally splendid!
Now, down to business... how are we all feeling about the story so far? Are you enjoying the ride? Are the characters growing on you? I'm eager to hear your thoughts!
One of my biggest pet peeves as a writer (and reader) is the dreaded exposition dump. You know, those moments where the story screeches to a halt while someone explains the entire history of the magical kingdom in excruciating detail?
Yeah, I hate that
. So, I try my darndest to avoid it. I prefer to throw you headfirst into the world and let you discover its secrets organically, along with the characters.
So, tell me, is it working? Do you feel like you're being immersed in the world? Or are there moments where you're like, "Hold up, I need a flow chart to keep track of all these magical creatures and their complicated backstories"?
I really do try to weave information into the narrative naturally.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this latest chapter! Tell me what you think—good, bad, or "what in the world did I just read?" All feedback is welcome (even the slightly bewildered kind).
Ian Flint.
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Chapter 16
"Uhhh..."
A quiet moan escaped Mark as he woke up, feeling a pleasant sensation between his legs.
What the...
Confused, he tugged at the sheets, his head still fuzzy but his body tingling with a delicious warmth.
He felt something wet and warm around his cock, a rhythmic pressure and a soft sucking noise. Blinking groggily, he looked down to find Ria's head bobbing between his legs.
Holy shit.
Her brown eyes met his, a mischievous glint in their depths, as she pulled off with a soft pop.
"Morning, sleepyhead," she purred, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
"Uh... morning," Mark mumbled, his brain still rebooting.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to wake up," she chuckled, her hand stroking him rhythmically.
"How long have you been down there?"
"Just a minute or two," she replied. "Couldn't help myself. Woke up feeling a little... hungry."
"Hungry, huh?" He chuckled.
"Starving, actually," Ria corrected, her lips trailing a line of kisses down his shaft. "And then I found this delicious treat right here." She winked, her fingers tightening around him.
"Really?"
"Uh-huh," she purred approvingly, savoring him with a deliberate lick. "Very, very delicious," She sucked on the tip, her tongue swirling around it, making him groan. "So fucking yummy."
"Ria..." Mark groaned, his hips bucking instinctively.
She snickered mischievously and went back to work. With deliberate slowness, she dragged her tongue along his throbbing length, from the base to the tip, as if she was savoring an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.
She lavished it with attention, her tongue dancing and tempting, her mouth hot and wet. She pecked and nibbled at the head, gathering a mouthful of spit, and then let it dribble down his shaft, coating him in a slick, warm mess.
Then she went
to town
. Strokes, squeezes, licks, nibbles - his cock was her personal playground. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing, her throat bobbing as she deep-throated him with a hungry moan.
"Mmph... Gahk... Hnnnng..."
Ria bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper and deeper, her mouth a warm, wet vacuum.
"Gwaakkkghahhh.....hwmmmm....."
She pulled off, lips glistening, then dove back down, lapping up every last drop of precum like a starving animal swallowing with a loud gulp.
It was sloppy and messy, her tongue swirling and lapping, her lips pulling and sucking in eagerness. She was practically making love to his cock, her eagerness, her hunger, radiating from every touch, every moan, every gulp.
Mark was barely holding on, feeling Ria's mouth like a warm, wet dream around him. She sucked with such confidence, her tongue dancing and teasing, her eyes fixed on his, full of a hungry eagerness.
Man, this girl is amazing.
She was a perfect mix of confident and dirty, a slutty angel sent to drive him wild.
He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek, his thumb gently stroking her soft skin. She took it as encouragement, her mouth sliding further down his shaft, her tongue working its magic, her gaze never leaving his. It was like
she
was getting more out of this than he was.
Fuckk.... Mark could feel himself losing it, his body tensing, the pleasure building, building, building...
I'm gonna lose it.
He pulled her head away, his voice a ragged groan. "Ria... stop."
"What's wrong?" Ria asked, her lips still swollen, a pout forming on her perfect mouth.
"Up here," he said, patting his thighs. "Climb on."
Ria's pout turned into a grin, a flash of pure, unadulterated lust in her eyes. She pulled the Pikachu t-shirt over her head, revealing her full, magnificent breasts, their weight straining against her skin, the nipples already hard and eager, puckered points of pleasure.
God, they're perfect.
She tossed her hair back over her shoulder and crawled onto his lap, straddling him, her warm core settling against his aching cock. His hands instinctively went to her ass, gripping the soft flesh, pulling her closer, grinding her against him.
"You're such a bad girl," Mark murmured, his voice thick with desire.
"What are you going to do about it?" Ria purred, her eyes sparkling with challenge.
"This."
SMACK!
The sound of his hand connecting with her ass cheek echoed in the quiet room.
"
Ohhhh
...
Mark
.."
She gasped, her body trembling at the sting.
"Just aiming to please," he grinned, spanking her again, harder this time. It felt so good, so right, to have her like this, relishing the feel of her soft flesh beneath his hand, the way her body quivered at his touch.
"God, Mark..." She keened, grinding her hips. "You have no idea what you do to me."
"I have a pretty good idea," he said, his gaze sweeping over her naked body, his desire a burning fire in his gut.
"Oh, trust me, you don't," Ria whispered, leaning down, her breasts pressing against his chest. "You drive me fucking insane, Mark. Absolutely insane."
And then her mouth was on his, her kiss a hungry, desperate plea for more.
Their mouths smashed together, a sloppy mess of saliva and lust. Tongues wrestled eagerly, teeth grazing skin. Lips met, parted, then met again, harder, more insistent.
Mark's hands roamed her body, gripping her ass, pulling her closer, their bodies rubbing together in a frenzy.
"I can't fucking wait anymore," Ria moaned, breaking the kiss. "I need you. Now."
She shoved her panties aside and grabbed his cock, her fingers wrapping around it, guiding him towards her soaked pussy. She lifted her hips, aligning herself, the tip brushing against her folds.
"Oh..fuckk yesssss!!!" She hissed as she sank down.
Holy fuck.
Mark groaned, his body tensing as he felt the warm, wet grip of her pussy, the bumps, and curves of her inner folds molding around him like a second skin.
She's so damn tight.
It was like coming home, her pussy hot and tight around him, gripping him, pulling him in. He could feel every ridge, every fold, of her inner walls, the way her muscles clenched and pulsed around him. It was a
perfect fit
, a perfect feeling.
Ria's eyes rolled back in her head, her body arching, her hands roaming over her breasts, her stomach, her thighs as if she couldn't quite believe the pleasure that was coursing through her. Another moan escaped her lips, fingers gripping his shoulders, nails lightly scratching his skin.
Then, with a sudden, forceful movement, she lifted herself, pulling off of him almost completely, before slamming back down, driving his shaft into her so fiercely that he was seeing stars.
"Yessss! Oh god, yessss! Hnnng..." Ria hissed. She repeated the motion, her hips rising and falling, her body a blur of motion, the sound of their flesh slapping together echoing in the quiet room.
The sunlight filtering through the curtains cast her body in a soft golden glow, highlighting every curve, every muscle, every drop of sweat that glistened on her skin.
Damn
. Mark held her hips, his gaze glued to the sight of her riding him, her face contorted in a mask of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
She started slow, her hips rocking, her tits swaying, their bodies slapping together with a wet, obscene sound.
Fuck, this feels so good.
Every thrust, every grind of her hips, sent waves of pleasure crashing through him. Something primal clicked in his mind, a raw, animalistic urge taking over.
His gaze was drawn to her breasts, the way her nipples, already hard, jutted out, begging for attention. Without thinking, his hands went to them, his fingers pinching and tweaking.
"Aggghh! Mark..." Ria moaned, her head thrown back, her voice a mix of needy and desperate.
He released her nipples, but she quickly grabbed his hands, pulling them back to her breasts.
"No, baby, don't stop," she breathed. "Squeeze them. Hurt them. Do whatever you want."
Holy shit.
He kneaded her breasts, manhandling them, his thumbs teasing her nipples, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. Ria arched her back, her hips grinding against him, her moans growing louder with every squeeze. He slapped her breast, a sharp, stinging blow that made her cry out.
