“No please…don’t stop, don’t stop.” Her voice trailed off to a whisper as her body descended to the bed and his massive frame lay over her. His cock sank deeper into her pussy from behind until the swollen head pressed the opening to her womb.
His weight could have smothered her, so he just kept pushing up and down with his arms, sinking in and out of her softening flesh. The wetness eased the glide as he stretched her open and her juices flowed with every deep, penetrating thrust.
“Oh yes, more, more…” Maya mumbled.
“Damn, you have a tight pussy. I might want to stay a few nights here fucking you.” His voice was rough. His hair brushed against her shoulders as he looked between them, watching his cock disappear into her.
The words excited and aroused her. Before this night, she could only fantasize about a man like him giving her this much pleasure, wanting nothing more than to continue fucking her over and over and over. The thoughts made her quiver and her arousal was at its peak.
Maya’s head was pounding in rhythm with her heartbeat, her body pressed into the bed below her. With each invasive plunge she was forced against the softness. She started arching her ass up to meet his thrusts, and the jarring of his pelvis hitting her buttocks shook her to the core. He grunted while biting at her neck. Her hair fell alongside her cheeks and fanned around her head. She swallowed but found she couldn’t catch her breath—she gasped.
He sank back into her, blowing hot air in her ear. He kissed her neck and gently bit her earlobe. With a firm bite he slammed hard into her again.
The sensation of pleasure took over her body. There was no control anymore. She buried her head in the pillow below her face as her entire being tensed. Her mind was experiencing the blinding flash of ecstasy. It arrived, and she scarcely knew she was thrashing below him and screaming with pleasure. The sound echoed through her head as she came. Her pussy clenched around his thick cock. He hammered harder and harder into her. As she came, her body shook.
With a grunt he picked her up with a deep, penetrating thrust. Maya became weak and loose. He rubbed along her spine, muscles sore and all tension leaving her body. She was spent.
When he pulled his cock free, Maya shuddered. The fullness inside now was empty and she ached for him.
The Dark Lord flopped onto his side next to her, his cock still hard and swollen.
Maya looked over to him and reached her hand to his cock, grasping it. “Why did you stop?”
“Because we have all night.”
Maya’s pussy twitched and warmth flowed through her blood. A night of this might kill her, but she’d willingly sacrifice herself for it.
“You asked me why I’m helping you.” She sighed. “I too have lost my life match. Since then I haven’t been able to move on. So I decided to help others if I can.”
Moving closer, she kissed him. “I can only do so much—I am not possessed of powers like you.” She began to rub his broad, muscular chest. “I asked for this. I wanted to find you.”
Pressing her breasts to his chest, she molded her form to his shape. His thick-muscled body flexed when he reached for her and Maya’s melted from the sexual heat between them. He took a handful of her thick black hair and pulled her sleek body down as he climbed on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his wide frame, locking her ankles together like a vise.
Rocking his pelvis, he sank his cock back into her soaked pussy. Maya groaned, “Oh fuck yesss, yesssss,” as she dug her fingernails into his back.
He licked along her chin, tracing the line of her jaw and devouring her mouth with a luscious kiss then repeated in a whisper what he’d told her earlier.
“We have all night.”
*~~*~~*
The room was dark, quiet except for the light snore from Maya sleeping beside him. Sometimes these encounters were soothing, helping him realize he could have a normal life, could be content with someone.
As he closed his eyes, he breathed in deep, filling his lungs with the fresh, calming air. A sudden chill swept through. He lay motionless, the cold creeping into his bones. Opening his eyes, he looked around him, the breath leaving his mouth like fog. In the corner there was a glow and he saw the figure of a woman.
She hovered above the cushion of a chair, almost as if she were sitting on it, her body radiating a bright mystical light. There was no wind but her hair floated around her head as if in a breeze.
Pilan rolled out of bed and walked toward her. He turned to look back at Maya, who lay motionless, and the room became completely silent. As still as if time had stopped.
This was the lost soul.
He knelt before the chair and tried to look at her, but the mystic glow blinded him.
To him, this was showing respect. For some reason he could feel she appreciated the small gesture. He didn’t need to speak to her like a person because he heard her in his mind, like a whisper of the wind.
Why are you kneeling? There was no voice, just words coming to him as unspoken thoughts.
“Out of respect. I know what you are and have been told that you seek my help. That you are looking for a new host.”