Chapter 161: Wrecked in the Red Room
Seraphel
"Ah... nnh..."
A low, trembling moan spilled from my lips. The sound echoed through the high-arched room, loud yet carrying a soft, breathy cadence that almost mimicked Azriel’s gentle way of speaking.
I continued to slide our lengths together, maintaining a slow, deliberate rhythm while his brilliant crimson eyes remained locked on mine.
Down below, my heat was completely unmanageable.
My hole was already slick and dripping, pulsing softly in rhythm with my heartbeat as though begging for the feeling of him filling me up.
Every tiny point of friction sent a jolt of electric heat straight down my spine, making my pulse race so violently I could feel it echoing in my ears.
Unable to resist the overwhelming urge to taste him, I slid down his body, shifting my weight to kneel between his parted thighs.
His massive length hovered right before my face, fully erect and glistening in the dim, golden light of the incense.
I had taken him into my mouth countless times before, but looking at him now, he seemed impossibly large.
I stretched my jaw wide, parting my lips to swallow the broad tip before sliding down to engulf as much of his shaft as I could manage.
As my throat stretched around his heavy length, Azriel suddenly sat up from the bed.
His large hand reached out, tangling his fingers into my hair and lifting my face to force my eyes to meet his.
"You look so beautifully flushed taking my cock like this," he purred, his voice thick with dark satisfaction.
Without giving me a second to adjust, he gripped my hair tighter and pulled my head down, forcing me to swallow him all the way to the base until his tip pressed deep into the back of my throat.
My vision blurred, tears welling at the corners of my eyes from the sheer intensity.
I gagged softly as he slowly pulled back, a long, thick strand of saliva connecting my mouth to his slick length. I coughed lightly, catching my breath, only to plunge right back down onto him.
Azriel didn’t hold back.
He began to rhythmically fuck my throat, driving his hips upward into my mouth with smooth, heavy thrusts.
Loud, muffled gags escaped me with every stroke, echoing through the wide chamber.
With every deep plunge into my throat, I could feel the sharp, aching throb in my lower half, my slick leaking uncontrollably onto the sheets beneath me.
Finally, Azriel pulled out completely, letting out a sharp breath as I collapsed against his thighs, coughing softly with a heavily flushed face.
"I wish I could keep fucking your throat until you’re completely unable to speak for days," Azriel whispered, his voice low and raspy. "But that is not the only gift I have planned for you tonight, my love."
He grabbed my waist and flipped me over, placing me flat on my stomach with my hips elevated.
Before I could process the shift, a sharp, sudden crack echoed through the room as his palm came down hard across my bare buttock.
"Ah!" I moaned out loud, my hands clenching into tight fists against the silk sheets.
A thrilling mixture of sharp pain and blinding pleasure shot through my core all at once. Before the heat could even fade, his hand struck my ass cheek a second time, the sound reverberating off the walls.
My moans grew louder, higher, echoing helplessly. My eyes rolled back as my heart pounded wildly against my ribs with every stroke of his palm.
"Uhmm...!"
His hand descended a third time, leaving a hot, burning imprint across my skin.
"Azriel...!" I sobbed out his name, unable to hold it in any longer.
"Yes, call out my name," Azriel commanded softly, his warm palm soothing over the reddened skin of my ass before his fingers slid down to part my cheeks wide. "Let the four corners of this Castle hear you."
I felt the cool, slick sensation of oil as he pressed his thumb against my entrance, slowly working his way inside.
My back arched high off the bed, a breathy gasp escaping my throat as he began to slide in and out, loosening me up.
He joined a second finger, scissoring them gently inside me to open me up further, the wet, squelching sounds of the friction filling the space between us.
When a third finger pushed inside, stretching me thoroughly, all the strength left my body.
I collapsed flat against the mattress in his arms, rendered completely helpless as the unbearable pleasure overtook me.
My hole clamped down tightly around his fingers, and with a sudden, sharp gasp, my lower body twitched violently as I came, my hot release spurting straight out onto the plush sheets.
"Oh... you are more than ready for how I am going to wreck you tonight," Azriel dark-muttered against my ear.
He gathered me up and turned me around, placing me on my back and lifting my thighs high until I was completely opened to him.
Once, I might have shied away from being exposed so fully, but right now, the utter vulnerability felt intoxicating. I loved knowing that every inch of my body was his to see, to claim, and to take.
Azriel positioned the broad head of his cock right at my dripping entrance. He pushed in slowly at first, burying just the tip before pulling back out, his crimson eyes locked onto mine to check if I was comfortable.
"Go on, Azriel..." I panted, my hands reaching out to rest against his wrists. "Wreck me just as you promised."
That simple permission was all it took to snap his restraint.
Azriel drove his hips forward, plunging all the way inside me in one smooth, unrelenting thrust.
"Oh... goodness!"
My fingers violently twisted into the silk sheets as my head snapped back. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, my vision bursting with brilliant flashes of white light that fractured into a dizzying sea of vivid colors.
He filled me so completely that it felt as though my breath had been stolen straight from my lungs.
Without giving me time to recover, he began to pound into me. He started with deep, measured strokes before rapidly picking up the pace, the heavy, wet clashing of his thighs against mine ringing out like thunder in the quiet room.
Azriel let out a deep, gut-wrenching grunt as he quickened his movements, his muscle-bound chest slick with sweat as he drove deeper into my body.
I held on to the sheets for dear life, my moans rising into continuous, broken cries. Every single thrust was driving me out of my mind, taking every bit of my sanity and leaving nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure in its place.
"You’re taking all of me so well, Seraphel," Azriel growled low, leaning down so his chest pressed against mine, his mouth brushing my ear. "Tell me how it feels."
"You’re... ah!... driving me crazy... Azriel, deeper!" I screamed out, my toes curling tightly as he hit my sweetest spot over and over again.
Before I could completely lose consciousness from the intensity, Azriel reached down and wrapped his hands around my waist.
In one quick, fluid motion, he pulled out, flipped over onto his back, and pulled me up with him until I was straddling his hips.
"I want you to take control," he whispered softly, his hands resting on my thighs as he looked up at me with dark, hungry eyes.
"Gladly, Your Highness," I gasped out.
I reached down to guide his massive length back to my aching, dripping entrance.
Setting his tip against me, I lowered myself down slowly, swallowing him completely until my core rested flush against his hips.
I began to roll my hips, rising and falling in a steady rhythm while placing my hands firmly on his broad chest for leverage.
Azriel arched his waist forward to meet every one of my downstrokes, his hands gripping my hips tight.
But as my pace began to waver from exhaustion, Azriel suddenly shifted. He raised his hips high, pulled my upper body forward until I was pressed flat against his chest, and began pounding relentlessly from underneath.
The force of his upward thrusts made my insides turn upside down. He wasn’t just taking me—he was completely shattering me from the inside out.
"Fuck...!" I let out a sharp, breathless scream as he slammed up into me with brutal control.
He didn’t slow down for a single second, his powerful hips snapping upward in a relentless, unforgiving rhythm until the pressure building inside me reached a violent boiling point.
With a final, earsplitting cry, my body spasmed uncontrollably, and a thick rope of white release shot out, splattering across Azriel’s chest and abdomen.
Azriel murmured soft, incoherent praise against my hairline as my body trembled against his. He slowed his pace slightly, leaning up to press a soft, lingering kiss to my cheek, before catching my mouth in a tender, slow kiss that tasted of sweet salvation.
Before I could even sink into the afterglow, his hands found my waist again. He shifted my weight, turning me around until my back was pressed firmly against the tall, cushioned headboard. He pushed my knees wide apart, positioning himself between my legs once more while I sat half-upright before him.
"I am not done with you yet, my love," Azriel muttered, a dark, wicked smirk returning to his lips as he lined himself up with my swollen entrance once again, thrusting all the way back inside.