Chapter 56: Eating Nyx
Chapter 56: Eating Nyx
The room was quiet now, just the hum of the ceiling lights and the sound of water dripping in the bathroom, and Nyx standing there looking at him with that starving eyes like he was the only thing in the world.
Nyx’s red lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. The kind of smile that said she’d already won.
"What’s wrong, My Pretty Human?" she purred, taking a step closer. The black lace moved with her like it was alive, clinging and releasing in all the wrong places. "Cat got your tongue? Or is it something else that’s got your attention?"
She turned slowly, deliberately, giving him the full view. The slit rode up her thigh, exposing the smooth curve of her hip, the damp fabric between her legs already dark with her need.
She reached down and hooked a finger under the lace, pulling it aside just enough for him to see the glistening pink of her pussy lips, swollen and slick.
"You like what you see?" she whispered, her voice dropping into something raw, almost desperate beneath the tease. "I’ve been waiting so long, Lynx. So fucking long."
His throat worked. His cock was already straining against the towel, a thick outline that pulsed with his heartbeat. The head had slipped past the fabric’s edge, glistening with pre cum, and the faint glow of his body made it look like something from a dream or a nightmare, depending on who was looking.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he said, his voice low, rough, barely above a growl.
"Then show me."
His hand moved to the knot at his waist. The towel fell.
Her breath caught.
His cock stood hard and thick against his stomach, nine and a half inches of veined, aching flesh, the head a deep, angry red, slick with need. It glowed faintly, just like the rest of him, that same trapped moonlight under his skin, and the sight of it made Nyx’s thighs press together involuntarily.
"Fuck," she breathed, and the word came out like a prayer.
Lynx crossed the distance in two steps. His hands found her waist, fingers digging into the soft skin above her hips, and he spun her around and shoved her onto the bed. She landed on her back with a soft gasp, the black lace riding up, exposing everything.
"No more teasing," he said, climbing onto the bed, his body hovering over hers, the heat of him pressing down like a physical weight.
"You wanted my attention? my big cock? You’ve got it."
"Finally," she whispered, reaching up to cup his face, her red eyes burning into his. "I was starting to think you’d make me beg."
"Maybe I will."
"Maybe I want to."
He didn’t answer with words. He answered with his mouth.
His lips found her collarbone, trailing down the slope of her chest, and she arched into him, a soft moan escaping her throat. The black lace was in the way, so he hooked his fingers under the straps and pulled, tearing it down the middle.
The fabric gave like wet paper, exposing her pale breasts full and perfect, her nipples already hard and dark pinked.
"Desperate," he murmured against her skin.
"For you. Always." Her reply came out in a whisper.
He took her right nipple into his mouth and she gasped, her hand flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the silver and gold. His tongue circled the hard peak, slow and deliberate, then he sucked, hard enough to make her cry out, her hips bucking against him.
"L-Lynx~"
He flicked his tongue across the tip, then bit down, just enough to sting, and she shuddered, a broken sound falling from her lips.
His hand found her other breast, squeezing, his thumb rubbing across the sensitive peak, and she moaned, long and low, her back arching off the bed.
"Your touch," she gasped, "it’s..."
"What?"
"So good. Everything feels so good, more than anything."
He smiled against her skin, a dark, satisfied smile, and moved lower. His lips trailed down her sternum, her stomach, each kiss leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Her body trembled under him, her skin flushed, her breathing ragged.
When he reached the soaked black lace between her legs, he paused. Looked up at her. Her red eyes were glazed, her lips parted, her chest heaving.
"Watch me," he said.
She nodded, unable to speak.
He hooked his fingers into the torn fabric and pulled it aside. Her pussy was bare, smooth, glistening with her arousal, the lips swollen and parted, her clit hard and peeking from its hood.
The scent of her hit him, nice, honey and musk and something ancient, something that made his mouth water. But definitely not salty.
"You’re beautiful," he said, and meant it.
Then he lowered his head and licked her.
The first stroke of his tongue against her slit made her cry out, her hips jerking, her hand gripping the sheets. He was slow, deliberate, savoring every drop of her, the taste of her flooding his senses.
He circled her clit, once, twice, then sucked it into his mouth, and she screamed.
"Fuck! Lynx... yesss~"
He pressed his tongue flat against her, dragging it from her entrance to her clit, over and over, building the rhythm, feeling her body respond to every stroke.
Her thighs trembled against his ears, her fingers twisted in his hair, and her moans filled the room, desperate and broken.
He slid one finger into her. She was tight, hot, clenching around him immediately, and she cried out at the intrusion, her hips grinding against his hand.
"More," she gasped. "Please... more—"
He added a second finger, curling them
upward, searching, and when he found the rough spot inside her, she bucked, a choked scream tearing from her throat.
"There~ ohhhnn yesss~ right there... don’t stop—"
He didn’t. He pressed his mouth to her clit, sucking hard, his fingers pumping into her, curling, pressing, and she came undone.
Her orgasm hit her like a wave, her body convulsing, her back arching, a long, shattered moan escaping her lips. Her cum flooded his fingers, hot and slick, and he drank it like a man starved, licking her through the aftershocks, not letting up, not stopping.
"Lynx... I can’t... it’s too much—"
He didn’t stop.
He pressed his tongue flat against her clit, lapping at her through the sensitivity, and her body jerked, a sob catching in her throat. She tried to push his head away. The pleasure she felt was too much, but her hands had no strength, and he kept going, dragging another orgasm out of her before the first had even fully faded.
"Ohghn~ fuckkk! Ahhghn~ fuckk..."
She came again, harder this time, her whole body seizing, her voice breaking on a cry that was almost a scream. Her cum soaked his chin, his hand, the sheets beneath her, and he didn’t stop until she was limp, trembling, gasping for air.
He lifted his head, his lips glistening with her, his eyes dark and hungry.
"You Taste so fucking good," he said.
She laughed, a broken, breathless sound.
"You’re going to kill me."
"Not yet. We haven’t started."
He crawled up her body, his cock pressing against her thigh, slick with his own need. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around him, and he hissed through his teeth, his hips thrusting involuntarily into her grip.
"My turn," she whispered.
She pushed him onto his back, and he let her, watching as she positioned herself between his legs. Her hair fell in a dark curtain around her face as she lowered her head, her breath hot against the head of his cock.
She didn’t tease. She took him into her mouth.
The heat of her, the wetness, the way her tongue immediately found the ridge of his head and pressed, he groaned, his head falling back, his hand finding her hair.
She took him deeper, inch by inch, until her nose pressed against his pelvis, and he felt the back of her throat open to accept him.
"Fuck," he breathed.
She pulled back "why do you taste so good", then took him again, establishing a rhythm, her hand gripping the base of his cock, stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach.
He throbbed against her tongue, and she moaned around him, the vibration sending a jolt through his entire body.
"Nyx.."
She looked up at him, her red eyes locked on his, and the sight of her his demon, her lips stretched around him, her cheeks hollowed, her eyes watering undid something in him.
His orgasm built fast, a pressure coiling at the base of his spine, and he groaned, his hips thrusting up into her mouth. She took it, all of it, her hand moving faster, her tongue working the head of his cock.
"I’m going to—"
She pressed deeper, and he came.
His cum flooded her mouth, hot and thick, and she swallowed around him, her throat milking him through every pulse. He kept coming, wave after wave, and she kept swallowing, not pulling away until he was spent, trembling, gasping for air.
She lifted her head, a trail of his cum still on her lip, and she licked it away with a satisfied smile.
"You Taste sooo good," she echoed, her voice hoarse.
He laughed, breathless, pulling her up until she lay beside him, her head on his chest, her body pressed against his. The room was quiet now, the hum of the ceiling lights, the sound of their breathing slowly evening out.
"I missed you," she whispered. "Even though I was right there. I missed you."
His arm tightened around her. "I know."
She pressed a kiss to his chest, right over his heart, and whispered. "Now I want you to fuck and wreck my pussy".
"When did you learn how to talk like this".
Nyx just smiled. "With my powers coming back, the sleeping succubus in me is awake".
"I’ll just have to put her to sleep"