Ayla's Supernatural Love Dungeon

Nekros sauntered over to Althea cupped her face in his hands and kissed her heavily. His passion both caught her off guard and ignited a fire in her. She kissed back with as much ferocity. Her hands clung to the punk metal band shirt he wore. Nekros’s fingers slid from her face and tangled with the hair at the nape of her neck. Althea’s legs weakened and her grip on Nekros shirt tightened as if for dear life.

            “I need you,” Nekros said. His voice was husky and wanton.

Words weren’t able to form on Althea’s tongue. All she could manage was a nod, agreeing she felt the same way.

Nekros’s lips pressed against Althea’s again, with less fever, but still passionate. “I’d also like to try something.”

Again, all Althea could manage was a nod.

Nekros moved his kisses from her neck and whispered into her skin, “Promise me, that you’ll tell me to stop if you’re uncomfortable.”

            “Yes,” Althea mumbled.

Nekros’s hands trailed down Althea’s body leaving goosebumps and tingling heat in their wake. Althea closed her eyes and focused on Nekros’s touch. When his hands reached her waist, he bunched up her baggy shirt until the hem was within his grasp. Once it was, he quickly pulled the shirt over her head and revealed her mix-matched underwear. Althea reached forward to remove Nekros’s shirt, but he stopped her. She looked at him with a puzzled expression, or what she hoped was confusion. She couldn’t see or think straight through the fog that Nekros’s love and passion created.

            “Reach up.”

Althea blinked several times. Nekros’s words not connecting. “What?”

Nekros caressed her hands and moved them up until she felt cold metal. Her palms opened until she found the handlebars on Nekros’s doorway workout bar. She closed her hands around the bars. Nekros brushed his nose and fingers down her torso. His cool breath sent shivers throughout her body and a quiet moan escaped her lips. When Nekros reached his goal, her panties, he pulled them down her legs slowly until they pooled on the floor. He left butterfly kisses up her legs until he came face-to-face with her core. In a swift movement, he wrapped Althea’s legs around his neck and stood up straight. A small gasp escaped Althea’s lips and her grip on the metal bar tightened to the point her knuckles turned white.

            “Hold on tight,” Nekros said before he buried his face into Althea’s pussy.

Althea tilted her head back and she made a noise that was a mixture of a gasp and a moan. Nekros’s tongue licked and nibbled on her clit. Then he slipped his tongue fully inside her. She tasted like tropical fruits and mint, a reflection of Althea’s fruit diet. The mint was her usual scent that infected everything.

            “God…you taste amazing.”

Althea’s legs started to shake. A sign that she was enjoying the pleasure that he was causing her. Nekros’s tongue continued its ministrations as Althea neared her climax.

            “Oh God…Nekros…”

Nekros smiled against Althea’s inner thigh. Her moans edged him on. As Althea reached the precipice of her orgasm her thigh and core muscles tightened until she heard it. The dreadful snap.

            “Oh no…”