Chapter 354- Night Marathon
The clock read 11:47.
Kira’s eyes caught it the way a drowning person catches the surface — briefly, distantly, before Raven’s palm flattened against her spine and folded her back into the position she had been praying to escape.
Her wrists were still bound. The rope looped from her wrists all the way down and cinched around her ankles, folding her in half on her back — knees pressed to her ears, soles aimed at the ceiling, her own bodyweight collapsing her into a shape she had never agreed to hold.
’What is this angle. Why is my body bent like—’
PAH! PAH! PAAAH!
"NNNGH~!! OUU— AAAHH~!! HIIEEK~!!"
He stood above her, cock driving straight down into her pussy from directly overhead, fucking her like she was a vessel he was pouring himself into from the top — every thrust blasting the air clean out of her lungs, her folded thighs shaking against the sides of her own face, her ass completely lifted off the mattress to receive him at a downward angle that dragged the thick head across an inner wall she’d had no idea existed.
Her pussy clenched. Wet. Audible.
’Why does it keep doing that. Why does it keep gripping him like — no — ’
She felt it so clearly from this angle — every ridge, every inch of him descending while her own weight pressed down against his cock from above, compressing her insides until she could swear she felt him in her stomach.
Milk leaked backward. Running up her chest in thin streams, pooling at the hollow of her throat.
"Look at you." His voice came from above her vision. Calm and warm, like a man admiring handiwork. "Folded like a letter."
PAH! PAAAH! PAH!
"Eehk~!! M-MMPH~!! Hnnn— A-Aahngh~!!"
Her toes curled involuntarily. Her bound ankles rattled the rope. She had not chosen to; her feet simply decided, the way her whole body kept deciding things without consulting her.
He pulled out with a wet slap.
Her pussy gaped — she ’felt’ it gape, felt the sudden hollow where he had been and hated that the hollow felt ’wrong’ now, hated that her body noticed the absence with the same dumb urgency it noticed hunger.
He reached down and flicked the golden hook on her clit.
One flick. Lazy. Like ringing a bell.
"HEEK—!"
The chain from the hook ran up to the rope binding her wrists. Every time her arms moved — even slightly — the chain tugged at her clit from below. He’d set it up an hour ago with the quiet competence of a man assembling furniture, and the first involuntary flinch of her wrists had sent a white-hot pull through her most swollen and abused nerve.
She had not moved her arms voluntarily since.
’
The clock ticked to 12:00.
He unrolled her. One motion, like a rug. She landed on her side facing the wall.
Then he lowered himself beside her, perpendicular — his hips sliding beneath her raised outer thigh like a key into a lock she hadn’t known she had.
His cock found her from a ninety-degree angle.
’Wait — from — from ’that’ side — ’
PAH. PAH. PAAAH!
"Ouu~!! Hnn— NNGGH~!! AAAHH~!!"
Not deep so much as ’wide’ — his cock wasn’t driving straight but dragging the entire left wall of her pussy in a slow, grinding sweep with every stroke, working nerves that had never been touched because they had never been approachable from this direction.
Her thigh shook against his waist. Her knee kept wanting to close — some vestigial modesty still firing in the muscle memory — and every time it did the chain tugged, and every time the chain tugged her hips rolled forward into him.
’I keep giving myself to him. My own body keeps — ’
"Good girl." He said it into the back of her neck, lips below the collar. "You’re learning."
She had not done anything. But her hips had rolled and he had felt it and called it learning, and the worst part — the part that sat in her chest like a stone — was that he wasn’t wrong.
’
One hour. Midnight.
The blue shimmer pulsed in the air above her. Invisible. She’d never see it.
The warmth that followed spread through her like wine — healing the rawness at her stretched walls, restoring blood to battered tissue, resetting the clock on her body’s capacity. She didn’t know that. She only felt the warmth.
She thought her body was simply ’this’ now. That this was what she was. That she had always been capable of surviving this much and simply hadn’t known until tonight.
Raven pulled her upright by the collar.
He set her on her feet. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and gripped her hips and guided her backward — but he kept pushing, kept tilting her forward, until her torso was parallel to the floor, palms flat against the ground between his spread feet, ass in the air, his cock buried in her pussy from behind while her body formed a bridge aimed at the floor.
’What — my back — this is — ’
PAH! PAH!
"Mnngh~!! Oungh~!! EEK~!!"
From this angle, every thrust lifted her feet slightly off the ground. Her breasts swung below her, the hook swaying with each impact, the chain between her thighs moving like a live thing.
Her milk dripped straight down.
It pattered on the wooden floor in thin, rhythmic streams that synced exactly with his thrusts.
PAH! PAAAH!
"AANGH~!! N-no— it’s going too — AAAH~!!"
She felt her bladder before she understood what was happening.
The pressure built — sudden, overwhelming, mortifying — and then it just ’didn’t hold’, because nothing in her body took her instructions anymore, and the warm flood ran down the inside of her thigh and dripped from her knee to the floor and she ’sobbed’, deep and wrenching, from somewhere underneath the moan.
"I — I can’t stop — I’m sorry — I can’t — "
"I know." He kept fucking her. Pace unchanged. "That’s what it means."
She wept through the orgasm that followed, because she no longer had enough dignity left to separate them.
’
He lifted her by the waist. Both hands.
Her feet left the floor entirely.
He held her in the air — her back to his chest, cock still inside her, her legs dangling — and walked her to the wall. He pinned her there, shoulders pressed to the plaster, and hooked both her knees over his forearms, spreading her wide open in mid-air with nothing beneath her feet but fifteen inches of empty space.
She was suspended entirely by his arms and his cock.
’He is holding ’all’ of me. My entire weight. And I am — ’
PAH! PAH! PAH! PAAAH!
"HIIEEK~!! A-Ahh~!! NNNK~!! AAANGHH~!!"
The thrusts drove her up the wall. Her shoulder blades scraped the plaster. Her head tipped back and her throat arched and her milk sprayed forward in two thin arcs that hit his chin, and he didn’t even flinch.
She felt every inch of him from completely below — gravity pulling her down onto his cock while his arms worked her up and down like she was something made for this purpose and nothing else.
The thought surfaced, bitter. ’Six years. Six years of training. And I’m—’
PAH! PAAAH!
"AAAH~!! M — M... mast — no — "
The word came out half-formed. She choked on it.
He heard the half.
His mouth found her ear.
"Say it properly."
"I — I didn’t — "