Chapter 39: You Are Mine and Only Mine
It’s incredibly complicated to explain what’s going on in my head.
On one hand, my best friend is harder than when I took pre-workout for the first time, on the other, I absolutely do not want to fuck Moriah because of that scene in the Count’s house!
My fear is ending up with my dick ripped off during sex, but... seeing her right there, dropping the dress to the floor with wings spread, flashing that wicked smile at me, it’s impossible to resist.
Kind of against my self-preservation instincts, I lunged at the moth-woman and lifted her up. I locked her legs over my shoulders, burying my face in her crotch and licking her pussy right in the middle, gripping that firm ass so hard I don’t even know if I’m still myself.
I feel strong, powerful, an absolute monster. No pain is hurting me inside, much less do exist any desire to stop and rest. I only have the pure essence of lust and a gigantic urge to FUCK.
"Ahw, Darius! Wa... Wait!"
I didn’t wait for anything and threw Moriah onto the bed, still burying my head harder between her legs, licking up and down with an aggressive rhythm like a beast let out of its cage.
Fuck that conversation with Leliana about the firstborn, all I want is SEX! All that matters is this woman, her scent, and my desire to make her mine!
Gasping for breath, I pulled away for a moment to catch some air and then dove back in, plunging my tongue with all the will in the world to explore her vagina. It’s an intoxicating flavor that, combined with her perfume, just makes my inner self scream for more.
I tore off her clothes with my own hands. When did I get so strong? No idea, but does it even matter?! I jumped on top of Moriah and attacked her breasts, biting and holding her waist to pull her closer to me.