Ayla's Supernatural Love Dungeon

Nekros nuzzled Althea’s neck as he pulled her closer to his chest. He inhaled her minty scent and an erection formed in his pants.

            “I want to try something,” he mumbled against her skin between kisses.

Althea hummed.

            “Do you have a pair of panties that you don’t care if they get ruined?”

Althea pulled away from the embrace with her brows furrowed. Shortly after she left the embrace and meandered to her bedroom. When she emerged from her room, she wore a black lace camisole and a frilly white G-string.

            “I got this from Jeff,” Althea gestured to the panties. “He got it as an incentive to…”

            “Give him your virginity?” Nekros guessed.

Althea nodded.

Nekros bit the inside of his cheek. While the sight of Althea in a thong set his body on fire, the idea of the panties being from Jeff pissed him off. Nekros stared into Althea’s eyes. The need to try his idea was more important than ever. “Where do you want to do this?”

Althea fidgeted under his intense gaze. With a meek hand, she grabbed him by the wrist and led him to her bedroom.

            When the couple entered Althea’s room Nekros couldn’t help but notice that she had more books. One portion of the wall was covered in pictures of her and Raven. Some photos of Nekros were splashed into the mix. Althea’s bed looked simple with purple and mint-colored bedding. Nekros sat on the bed and pulled Althea into his lap. His hands wrapped around her waist and he peppered her face and her neck in kisses. His hands itched to caress every inch of her, but he kept his hands in place. He brought his lips to Althea’s ear and finally voiced his desire. “I want you to sit on my face.”

Althea stiffened. “What?” she stammered.

            “I want you to sit on my face,” he repeated.

Althea buried her face in Nekros’s shoulder. Nekros assumed that she was thinking of all the time she killed him when in that kind of position.

            “This position gives you all the control. And at any point, if you’re not comfortable we can stop.”

Althea took a deep breath before she nodded. Nekros got into position on the bed and helped Althea get into position. When she was the only thing that separated them was the panties. Nekros reached for his knife in his pocket. The knife was black with a blue dragon design. As he brought it up for Althea to see, he asked, “Do you trust me?”

Althea gulped and slowly nodded yes. Nekros pressed a button on the side and the blade flipped out. He moved the sharp edge against the fabric of the panties and made sure that the knife wasn’t in a position to hurt Althea. With two strokes he cut the thong and removed it from Althea’s body. Once the fabric was gone, Nekros repositioned her so her core was directly above his mouth. He stared deep into Althea’s honey-brown eyes as his tongue flicked against her bud. Althea mewled at the contact. Nekros moved his tongue so it ran along the seam before diving his tongue deep inside her.

Althea threw her head back as Nekros’s expert tongue teased her womanhood. Her hands gripped the sheets and tightened. Nekros tongue swirled and curled inside of her before switching back to give her clit attention. Althea closed her eyes enjoying the pleasure building inside of her. She absentmindedly ground her pussy against Nekros’s tongue, encouraging him to go deeper inside her. Her thighs tightened on either side of his head. She was lost in pleasure that she didn’t notice that Nekros tapped her thigh, indicating that something was wrong. It wasn’t until she no longer felt his tongue move that she looked down. Nekros laid limp beneath her. Red and purple splotches formed around his eyes. Althea rapidly jumped off of him and ran to the kitchen to grab her necromancy needle.

            “Not again!” she cried.