Mother of the Moon - Chapter 127 - More!
Zelena.
My body feels like I have rolled down a tall mountain, hitting every bump, every boulder, every pointed and sharp surface along the way. Everything felt tight and constricted. My stomach had turned in on itself, and even just the thought of rolling over brought me more pain. I struggled to open my eyes, even my eyelids hurt. I couldn’t move, I didn’t have the energy and I didn’t have the strength to face more pain.
“Zelena” a soft melodic voice called to me. The sound was blissful and soothing. I groaned in response, begging to hear more of it.
“Hey little wolf, are you awake?”
Ah, that voice. The voice of my love, my life. I forced open my eyes and blinked rapidly, trying to bring them into focus. Gunner sat on a chair in front of me, leaning forward and staring down at me. My first thought is ‘why are you so far away from me right now’. I was laying on the floor, or on a mattress on the floor, I’m not sure. I just know that I was low to the ground and he wasn’t with me. I opened my mouth to speak but my throat felt like it had lost a battle with a bucket of razor blades. Next option, I tried to reach out for him. I removed my arm from around my stomach and very shakily stretched it toward him. He didn’t take it though. Instead, he moved further away from me. He leaned back in the chair and made it slide further back across the floor. The act made me fill with shame and defeat.
“I’m sorry” he mumbled. His body sat stiff and rigid in the chair. His fingers dug into his thigh, so much so that I know he was giving himself bruises. He was looking at me, but he wasn’t seeing me. His eyes were far away and, dare I say, scared.
“What’s going on?” I croaked out. My voice sounded like that of a seventy-year-old grandma that has smoked four packs a day since she was thirteen.
“I can’t” Gunner growled lowly,
“Can’t what?”
“I can’t be next to you”.
The statement stung like lemon juice over a fresh paper cut. A right kick to the stomach. He is repulsed by me. I pulled my arm back and curled myself tighter into the foetal position. I closed my eyes tight, but it didn’t stop my tears.
“I’m sorry, I just can’t control myself. Your smell Zelena” he groaned and growled again,
“You smell so fucking intoxicating. You have no idea how hard it has been not to have my way with you over and over and over again”. I opened my eyes again and wiped away the tears so that I could see him more clearly. He was hunched over in the chair with his hand placed firmly over his mouth and nose.
“What do you mean?” I asked, holding back a sob. Gunner flew up from his chair and glared down at me. Only he wasn’t mad, he was full of lust. I could feel the way it was eating at him. I could practically taste the desire on his tongue.
“I have never smelt something so fucking delicious. I have never wanted something so fucking much. But fuck me, I love you too much to just rape you while you’re unconscious”.
His hands sat in tightly balled fists by his side, his legs wobbled and his whole body was shaking. The sight of him like this, filled with so much desire was enough to set a new wave of heat through my body. My skin broke out in a sweat and my groin throbbed. It was like a tap had been turned on between my thighs. My slick desire just poured out of me.
“I’m awake now” I whispered.
“No” he growled,
“Please Gunner, I need you”
“You’re too weak. I’m not some uncontrollable animal”
“Please”.
There was silence, the tension between us was thick. I could feel his resolve slipping. His hesitance was barely hanging on.
“It hurts, Gunner. Please” I begged. It was enough. Gunner was on me like white on rice. His lips crashed to mine hungrily and I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck. I was still wearing my green dress, and I’m beginning to think this isn’t a very lucky dress. Gunner sat back and using his claws he tore the dress from my body, discarding the ripped fabric on the floor. He was back on me in a second. Trailing his lips down my neck and over each breast. He sucked hard on each nipple and they pebbled at the touch of his firm tongue. His lips continued south to the flimsy fabric of my panties and he wasted no time in ripping them off. Then he dived headfirst into my pussy, eating me like his last meal. I screamed out with pleasure and gripped onto his hair. My hips bucked against his face at their own accord. He drove his fingers into my entrance and worked them back and forth, rough and hard, while his mouth sucked, licked and nibbled on my throbbing clit. My orgasm came fast and hard and yet provided no solace to the aching heat.
“Gunner” I screamed, and that was all that he needed to hear. He picked up both my legs and threw them over his shoulder so that my ass was lifted off the mattress. Without a moment of hesitation, he drove his pulsating dick into me, in one hard long thrust. I screamed with a mix of pleasure and pain. The fullness he provided was perfectly stimulating, but I want more, I need more. His hips moved erratically and yet in utter sync with the lift of my own hips. Gunner’s upper thighs slapped against my ass cheeks and his dick found every inch of my vagina. Hitting every bit of sensitive flesh. I grabbed my nipples and toyed with them while Gunner rammed into me. I pinched and pulled and twisted. It added to the stimulation but was still not enough.
“More” I cried out. Gunner’s hips moved faster and hit harder. If he wasn’t holding onto me, I would have gone flying across the floor. I could feel my walls contracting and my orgasm looming. I just want that one extra hit to help me explode. And like he read my mind, Gunner reached down and pinched my clit between his fingers. He pulled, pinched and twisted, and it was everything I needed. My orgasm washed over me, pulling Gunner along with me. I felt his hot seed cover the walls of my pussy and it was like an extinguisher over the flames, providing instant relief to the pain. He bucked his hips a few more times, emptying himself inside me. Then he collapsed onto the mattress beside me.
“Thank you” I huffed, my chest heaving for air,
“Did it help?” he asked, sounding just as breathless,
“More than you know”.
He pulled me up so that I laid half across his chest, and then lifted my leg up over his waist so that my bare pussy was pressed against his upper thigh. We huffed and puffed until we both caught our breath again and calmed down.
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