She was a dangerous lover. Perhaps the most dangerous type of lover there is. He had no idea just what type of lover she was though. She liked it better that way.
She did have a reputation for being a slut, but at best, it was a myth, a shadow of the truth. He did not make judgements on reputation alone though. It was one of the reasons she was attracted to him and one of the reasons she found him foolish as well. His foolishness in that regard made him attractive in a different way though. She enjoyed feasting on the foolish.
Perhaps he was a bit taken aback that she so quickly rubbed at his sheathed groin during dinner. He didn’t stop her though. She could see the lust slowly come alight in his eyes, slowly bubble to the surface for her to play with and shape. Better than that though, she could feel the heat of it. She wanted to feed on it. She needed to feed on it. In the end, it was the only consumption that mattered. It was the only consumption that kept her kind alive.
Perhaps he was a bit taken aback when she pulled his cock free once they arrived back at her apartment. He did seem nervous about it, since her roommate was still home. Yet, she marveled at how his lust put his nervousness at bay. She marveled at how his lust blossomed and matured, becoming a fruit ripe and bountiful. How the chance of getting caught fueled him. How the fantasy of her roommate wanting to join in, excited him and at the same time frightened him a bit. She could almost taste his lust similarly to how the smell of something wonderful can make one’s mouth water in anticipation for even a quick taste. She could almost taste it like that.
She loved how he blushed when she quickly slithered in his lap to cover him with her body, as they heard her roommate’s bedroom door open. Her roommate looked at the two of them just at the start of doing something illicit, yet still smiled a knowing smile their way.
“I am off for the evening. Don’t wait up for me. Would you like me to lock you two in?” Her roommate stated without a hint of shame. She was more than a roommate, but few knew that. She was a sister. A creature with the same need of consumption. She understood the game being played because she was about to go quest, to play that game herself.
“If you wouldn’t mind…” The response dripped with unspoken understanding between the three people. The heat of his blush is only dwarfed by the heat of his lust. She knew she owed her sister for holding off going out until they returned from dinner. She owed her for her part in fueling his lust. Such a ripe fruit it was. She couldn’t wait to consume it. She hoped her sister was as lucky tonight to find her own, sweet consumption.
The door shut and the lock clicked. She turned and looked at her new lover in his shiny eyes. Then she slithered down his body. He was completely oblivious how dangerous she was. It gave her the impulse to want to rush. She ignored that sensation as much as possible. Rushing could spoil a lust as ripe as his.
She started by teasing him, by teasing his cock. Teasing with just her fingertips, the softest of strokes, but strokes that hinted of possession. Not in a way to torment, but to stoke his flames of wanton desire. Making him want more. Making him become insane for her. Making his imagination run wild with anticipation of what may be. Slow fingers, slow strokes. Slow worship. He had to feel her true worship of his sex. That was the quickest way to melt his restrictions and his control. Slow strokes, slower strokes. Feed the flames.
“I can’t help but wonder what you want to do to me, but I know you are not the type to say. But…still I can’t help but wonder and get wetter thinking about it…about just what sort of forbidden desires you really have…” Her words teased his open mind perhaps more than her fingers teased his hard and throbbing cock.
His mind suddenly exploded in ideas. The only time she can read a lover’s thoughts, if that is what you even call it, is when their lust is completely out of control. He can barely contain his. His body was his prison, but his mind was becoming free. His mind was a lustful mess of want. Her cunt was becoming a fountain because of it. A ripe fruit indeed.
“I wonder if you want to slide your cock into my mouth…Would you fuck my mouth if I desired?”
“I wonder if you want to ram it in my soft, wet pussy…Would you take pleasure from me if I gave it freely?”
“I wonder if a woman ever let you fuck her in her ass…”
“I wonder if you would love to cum all over me?”
“I can’t wait to feed you my cunt!”
Before she ever gave him a chance to respond, she took his hard cock swiftly into her moist mouth. Then, soft and slow. A tease and a taste. She didn’t care if he did respond. Her comments were seeds to plant into his lust. To let his ideas run free, perhaps freer than they ever ran. To make the fruit she needed to swell in juice and size.
She sucked his cock. She worshiped it. He had no idea how much she needed it. He had no idea how much she was about to take from him. She rubbed her face against his throbbing cock before plopping it back in her drooling mouth. She moaned from his taste, his shape, and how her cunt dripped her scent into the room.
She moaned at how he imagined fucking her. All of the naughty ways he imagined fucking her. She purred at how he wanted to consume her sexually. She sucked, slowly, but with a bit more purpose. She needed a taste. He gave it to her. She consumed that small taste and he moaned in bliss. She savored that taste while all of his sexual fantasies of his consumption of her burst in unfettered life in his head.
She let his cock suddenly slip from her mouth. His ache from the sudden loss of pleasure was palpable. She smiled wickedly at the sensation of his sexual confusion and stood. She touched the straps of her dress and it was as if she sniped them with scissors. The garment fell to her feet as if it unravelled from her flesh. Leaving her completely exposed, her flesh strangely lit, as if shadows couldn’t touch it. She seemed ripe to him, it was a reflection of his lust for her. Under the light it seemed as if she glowed. You would be mistaken though, she glowed from his lust radiating on her, as the moon reflects the sun. She glowed from the possibilities of his lust. She reveled from how his eyes betrayed all of the ways he wished he was touching her, sucking on her, and fucking her. Oh, the possibilities!
She smiled and sank back on her knees, eager to pull his cock back into her very hungry mouth. Thankful for the intimate connection again. She sucked on it hard and a ripe fantasy popped from his head; of one of the ways he dreamt of fucking her that turned her on. She plucked that part of his soul away, gave it form that only she could see, feel and touch. When it was complete she let that shard of his soul slip under her. She reached for that version of him, for that version’s cock, and plunged it inside her dripping cunt. She moaned, but both versions of him moaned louder. The shard of him almost a reverb of the true form of him.
She sucked the man, and she fucked him with the same intensity.
She moaned. She gave him another hard suck, and plucked another fantasy from his soul and gave it shape. She pured as she felt the third aspect of him begin to suck on her left breast, while she fuck and sucked the other aspects of him with an odd tenderness.
She gasped. She gave him another hard suck, stealing another salty taste and plucking another illicit thought from his soul. The new aspect sucking on her other breast. The new aspect sucking in a much naughtier and hungrier way. Nibbles and soft bites were mixed in. Her cunt spasmed. The second aspect that was fucking her grunted in a sexual language that was only clear to lovers connected.
She swore. She gave the cock she worshiped a deeper suck. Edging the pleasure without causing him to cum. She was shocked he hadn’t yet. She plucked a deeper fantasy from his soul, gave it shape. Before she could guide it to where she needed it to be, it pushed its cock into her ass, in the slowest, most meaningful way. Her true lover whimpered in bliss. His psyche overwhelmed in blissful confusion. She wondered if he was figuring out what she was doing to him? She wondered if he could grasp how she was consuming him? She barely cared. She was in her own blissful consumption.
She freed her mouth and screamed, “Oh please, fuck me!”
Her cunt and ass got fucked in a wild frenzy. She watched her lover’s cock twitch in wanton confusion. She popped the head of it into her mouth and tried to suck hard, but it popped free before she could.
“Oh fuck, suck on me harder…”, she screamed in unison with him. She returned her hungry mouth to his cock delirious with her pleasure. She didn’t care of her lover’s slight confusion at the request to him. But, his other versions did as she begged, or as she commanded. Two sexually hungry mouths nursing on her heavy breasts as she got fucked into oblivion. She took a gasp of air and successfully got his true cock back safely into her warm, hungry mouth. She sucked now without any hint of stopping. His hands, his real hands knotted in her hair, his reality of not being able to lose her around his real cock again. Eight of his other phantom hands finding purchase on various parts of her flesh; caressing, groping and grabbing at her body. In all of the ways he desired, but also in all of the ways she needed.
She was literally covered in versions of him fucking, sucking, and grabbing her. It was divine. They were all divine. They were all hers. Hers to consume as she wanted to. Her sister would have scolded her for stealing more than two facets at a time. Her sister would have warned her how easy it was to completely break a man by doing it. She didn’t care. She was a glutton for the sweet consumption. She even enjoyed the mixture of fear mixed with want from ex-lovers that were left broken from the experience. Just as she savored how this lover’s cock was just perpetually oozing into her mouth now, as if he was so full of cum, there was no room left for it. His body was hyperactively trying to reflect what the pressure his psyche was under.
One more hard suck, one more sweet taste from his over ripe cock. One more shard stolen from him and given form. This one, was the first vibe she felt from him days ago. This one, in another life, she would have just masturbated lightly until he came in a violent finish, it was that sweet and innocent. But, in this moment, this reality of raw sexual power and need, she jerked that aspect of him off with a violent need of her own. Just as she sucked and stroked her real lover with an eagerness only matched by how he bucked his cock into her mouth in sexual desperation. Just as she plunged down on the first aspect she stole, her cunt drowning that cock. Just as a different version of him was filling her ass with short, intense thrusts. His phantom hands fighting to play with her clit, near real mouths feeding on her breasts in tender and not so tender ways.
All of it was intense. All of it real for her. None of it seen by him, yet in his poor broken mind, he seemed to believe he was doing all of these things wicked things to her, with her..
She sucked deeply and he finally exploded his orgasm into her mouth, feeding her his sacred cum. She came in response, freed him from her mouth and she screamed in darkest ecstasy. As his cock continued to spasm, it shot strands of hot cum against her neck, she felt a different version of him start to cum inside her overwhelmed cunt. His third spasm left hot cum on her tits, followed by cum shooting up her arse. She could feel the tit suckers lap up the cum covering her breast, almost eager to taste how his cum mixed with her flowing milk. She squealed and orgasmed harder. It was perfectly intense, regardless of the consequences to his mind.
Spent, she collapsed on the floor, overwhelmed in her pleasure and almost oblivious to his own. A moment past, then another. She was soaked in her sweat and his cum. Her cunt flowed in the aftermath. She was surprised when she felt him start to weakly lick her sex a moment later. She looked down to see that he indeed joined her on the floor, his tired head buried in between her legs. She slipped her fingers into his hair and fed him her cunt like she promised she would. She could tell how exhausted he was. She could feel his near-confusion with each delicate lick. She loved how he worshiped her cunt right now most of all. She loved how he worshiped her most of all. He knew she was different, even though he struggled to understand the why of that difference. She thought she was sated. She was wrong. She was going to feed him her aching cunt. She was going to cum all over his face, then she was going to consume him, again. Now for as much in strange curiosity as need to consume him more. Curious if he could be broken tonight or if perhaps he was something a bit different himself. She hungered to find out. She hungered as she fed her newest disciple her sensitive cunt. She fed him and smiled, and if he bothered to look up at her in that moment, he would have seen just what sort of dangerous predator she truly was. She wasn’t sure though if he would have even cared. She came and laughed at the thought and she could begin to taste his lusts forming newer and darker fruits. She hungered, and for the briefest of moments, wondered if he was just as dangerous. But, only for a moment…
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