15. Screams of Pleasure

15

Screams of Pleasure

Morgana

I n my room, I sit at the end of the bed, looking up at the figure lying back on top of the sheets. Alistair's horns are not only longer, they are downright demonic . A moment later I feel myself crawl forward onto the bed, a word escapes me as I stare down at his spread legs and opened white button shirt, "Master?" I want to take the word back immediately but I don't – an urge not to upset him overwhelms me. He beckons me towards him with a finger and I obey, crawling on my hands and knees on the bed over to him until I am sitting on his waist. He grabs the back of my neck, pulling my face towards his in a messy heated crash. His tongue darts into my mouth, fondling it. With my right hand, I feel it trail down his chest before sitting back enough to fully rub his throbbing member beneath his pants. The size and hardness increases with my touch and I feel an ache between my legs. It almost feels wet inside my underwear. Why am I wearing a white nightgown?

He breaks off the kiss unexpectedly and pushes me back, his erection pulsating beneath and easy to see. He looks down, almost commanding and as if controlled by an unknown force I move to undo his pants. Liberated from its constraints, the python inside uncoils and lunges toward me. I grasp it quickly with both hands and lean down, placing my lips onto the tip. At first, due to the unnaturally sized girth, I could only accommodate the tip of his erection, so I roll my tongue around it and suck on it, trying to get every drop of pre-ejaculate that I can. Something inside me wanted more, so I begin to slowly venture down the shaft. He lifts his hips forward uncontrollably, thrusting forward down my throat, I moan in pleasure. I don't want to stop – every fiber in my body wants to do nothing but please him. He moans in response, which only makes me want to go deeper. With every bob of my head I make the progress toward his base, a feat I didn't think possible with his size. He continues to moan when I vary in speed, one moment erupting with robust and then slowing pace to relish in this feast.

A hand is on my throat and pulls me backward off him, the strength in which the hand grips me makes me want to moan but no voice nor air escapes me. After a moment he lets go. "I'm sorry Master, did I not do it well enough?" The question makes him smirk.

"I'm very pleased, but I want more." The pounding in my chest could probably be heard rooms away. He leans up to take grip of my shoulders before callously flipping me around so that he is behind me on his knees whilst I showcase to him like a dog. A finger traces up my left thigh and up towards my waist – wait, where was my underwear? I was sure I was wearing some-

"Ah!" I let out a yelp as I feel an initial entry into my drippy wet hole. He must sense my discomfort because he's moving in very slowly and not with his full length. "M-Master, you'll tear me apart." I state, reflecting that putting my mouth on him was almost enough to unhinge my jaw. He pulls his tip back out at my words, but after a delay, he grabs a hold of my waist with both hands and I hear him snicker evilly. I attempt to scream as he thrusts his wet dick deep into me, but my body goes numb for a moment. He's gracious enough to allow me a moment to get used to his size.

"You're shaking, pet." He whispers teasingly. I want to tell him that he's being insubordinate – that I am his master but the words don't come. He slowly starts to move his hips, pulling himself in and out a bit at a time. I was angled so perfectly that with every slow stroke I could feel my insides expand and contract, but then he started moving faster, pushing all the way and out. This time when I screamed out loud, the voice came. "Louder." He demanded, but in my mind I could already feel the need to pass out from the pain and the pleasure building inside of me. "If you wont, I'll make you." His claws dig into my hips and I can feel the hot burning sensation of where they pierced the skin, thrusting into me so hard the front of me collapses, unable to control my body movements any longer – I was utterly at his peril. Nothing was going to stop the pounding I was getting, not until he was completely satisfied.

He's renounced all restraint, the slapping sound and my screams echoing in the room. The rising heat in my loins started to swell, making him thrust much harder, until I reached a climax, screaming out his name. At that apex of pleasure, I feel an explosion of moisture inside of me – he cummed inside of me. As he pulls out I fall to the side in a dripping mess, only to glance up at his face through the hair covering mine. His demonic smirk pressed firmly on his features, his eyes red and glowing, licking his fingertips of the blood that came from my legs. My eyes drift closed for a moment when I hear his words again.

"My lady?" The words say, "Morgana?" My eyes spring open, covered in sweat I shot up out of bed to see Alistair by my side, concern covering his beautiful face. "Are you alright, my lady? You sounded like you were having a nightmare." A dream? It was all a dream. Disappointment hits me hard as I realize, but I compose myself quickly.

"Human emotions must cause them, I'm fine. I'm going back to sleep." I roll over and face away from him. What was that dream?