Chapter 59: Trying new positions with Nyx

Chapter 59: Trying new positions with Nyx

She pushed him onto his back, her body moving before thought could catch up. The hunger in her veins sang, a melody only he could answer.

She straddled him again, but this time she didn’t sink onto him immediately. She wanted to feel every moment of the claiming.

"Fold your legs," she murmured, guiding his knees up toward his chest until she could press his thighs against his torso, folding him open beneath her.

The position left her in control, her knees planted on either side of his hips, her hands braced on his chest. "There. I want to watch your face when I take you."

She lowered herself onto him, inch by inch, her breath catching as he filled her from this new angle. Deep as always. Her pussy taking the full 9 and half inches.

The stretch burned in the best way, her inner walls already clenching around the familiar thickness of him.

"Fuck," he breathed, his mismatched eyes locked on hers. The glow of his skin had brightened again, spilling warm light across her thighs and intensifying the pleasure she felt.

She shuddered at the pleasure, then she began to move. She moved slowly, deliberate rolls of her hips grinding against him with each descent.

Her clit pressed against his pubic bone, the friction sending sparks through her oversensitive nerves. Each motion dragged his cock against the front wall of her pussy, hitting a spot that made her gasp.

"Right... right there—"

"I know." His voice was rough, strained. His hands found her waist, not directing, just holding, as if she were something precious he was afraid to break.

She rode him like that for long, aching minutes, her rhythm building and faltering as pleasure coiled in her gut. His thighs stayed pressed to his chest, his body open to her, and she watched his jaw tighten, his teeth bare, his head fall back.

"Nyx—"

"Say my name again."

"Nyx."

She slammed down harder, and the word dissolved into a groan.

The first orgasm caught her off guard, ripping through her without warning. Her body seized, her walls clenching around him, and she cried out, her nails raking down his chest.

He groaned beneath her, his hips bucking up into her, driving himself deeper.

"Keep going," she gasped, even as aftershocks trembled through her. "Don’t you dare stop."

She didn’t give him a choice. She rode him through the peak, through the desperate clenching, until the sensitivity blurred into a new wave of need.

Then she pulled off him, leaving him hard and glistening, and flipped onto her stomach before he could protest.

"On me," she said, her voice muffled against the pillow. She spread her legs, arching her hips, presenting herself. The cool air kissed her wet, aching cunt. "Take me like this. I want to feel you everywhere."

He didn’t hesitate. His hands found her hips, positioned himself, and drove into her in one smooth thrust.

She screamed into the pillow as the new angle hit her deep, pressing against the back of her cervix. The prone position pinned her beneath him, his chest pressing against her shoulder blades, his weight a delicious pressure that made her feel small and claimed.

"Like this?" His mouth brushed her ear, his voice a low growl. His hips settled into a punishing rhythm, each thrust grinding her into the mattress.

The friction was maddening his pelvis against her ass, his cock filling her completely, the sound of wet skin slapping in the humid dark.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

"Yesss~ yesss~ fuckkkk~ yes—"

His hand slid beneath her, finding her clit, pressing and circling in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation sent her spiraling again, her moans incoherent, her fingers clawing at the sheets.

"Lynx! I’m.. I’m—"

"Come for me, Nyx. Let me feel you."

She shattered, her body convulsing around him, her scream muffled by the pillow. He fucked her through it, his rhythm never faltering, his breath hot against her neck.

The aftershocks were violent, each one squeezing him deeper, and she heard him groan, felt him tremble above her.

But he didn’t come. He pulled out, flipped her onto her side, and lifted her top leg over his hip.

"Butterfly," he said, his voice strained but commanding. "I want to feel you from the side. Watch your face." He has watch so much porn on earth and now he gets to trying the styles for real. He smiled at the thought.

He entered her from the new angle, her leg hooked over his hip, her body open to his gaze. The position allowed him to reach even deeper, the head of his cock pressing against a spot that made her gasp and claw at his shoulders.

"Lynx—"

"I know." He kissed her, deep and hungry, swallowing her moans as he thrust into her. His hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head back, breaking the kiss only to watch her eyes roll back. "Look at me. I want to see you when you fall apart."

She couldn’t look away. His mismatched eyes burned into hers, one blue, one silver, both ringed with gold. The glow of his skin made the room feel dreamlike, unreal, as if they existed outside of time.

He fucked her like that, slow and deep, building the pleasure until she was trembling on the edge, begging with her eyes.

"Please. Please. I need to come again. Please, Lynx."

"Not yet."

He pulled out, leaving her empty and aching, and she whimpered at the loss. But he didn’t let her wait long. He flipped her onto her back again, folded her legs against her chest, and drove into her with a single, devastating thrust.

"Folded missionary," he said, his voice a rough whisper. "I want to feel you this way. Every fucking beautiful inch."

He set a pace that was almost cruel, deep and slow thrusts that dragged against her walls, pulling gasps from her lungs with each retreat. His forehead pressed to hers, their breath mingling in the humid air.

"You’re perfect," he murmured against her lips. "You know that? The way you take me. The sounds you make. The way your pussy grips me like it never wants to let go."

She could only nod, her voice lost, her body trembling with the effort of holding back the orgasm he had denied.

"Come for me," he said finally. "Come for me, Nyx. Let go."

She did. She screamed, her body arching off the bed, her walls clamping down on him in wave after wave. He groaned, his rhythm faltering, and she felt him tense, felt the hot flood of his release filling her, triggering another peak that left her sobbing.

He collapsed onto her, his weight a comfort, his breath hot against her neck. For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing, the thrum of aftershocks still pulsing through her.

But the succubus hunger stirred again. Not satisfied. Not yet but almost, she could feel it.

"Again," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I need more."

He laughed, a low, exhausted sound, but he pulled out and positioned her on her hands and knees. Doggy postion. Her pale juicy ass coming into view. "Fuck I love fucking your pussy while having this view of your beautiful ass."

He took her from behind, one hand gripping her hip, the other tangled in her hair. The angle was devastating, his cock hitting her deepest spots with each thrust. She buried her face in the pillow, her moans raw and broken, as he fucked her relentlessly.

Aghnn~ Ohghn~ Ohghn~

Time lost meaning. The sheets grew damp with sweat and cum. Her voice gave out, reduced to breathless gasps and whimpers.

Pah! Pah!

But he kept going, his stamina endless, his pace shifting between slow and deep to fast and punishing, always finding the spot that made her see stars.

He turned her onto her back again, her legs over his shoulders, the angle so deep she could feel him in her throat. He took her bent over the edge of the bed, standing behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her from above.

He laid her on her stomach and entered her from behind, his chest pressed to her back, his mouth at her ear whispering words of praise and possession.

She lost count of how many times she has cum today or how many times she came now. Each peak bled into the next, her body no longer her own, a vessel built for his pleasure and hers.

The hunger inside her twisted and coiled, demanding more, but each orgasm drew it closer to the surface, closer to satisfaction.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she felt it a deep, primal click, as if a lock had turned in her soul. The hunger stilled. The desperate ache quieted.

She was full. Complete.

He was still inside her, his rhythm slowing as he felt the change. He pulled back, his eyes searching hers. "Nyx?"

"I’m good," she breathed. Her voice was barely a whisper, raw and exhausted. "I’m just fucking satisfied."

A slow smile spread across his lips. He leaned down, kissing her forehead, her nose, her mouth. "Good."

He pulled out gently, and she felt the loss like a distant ache, but it was bearable now. His cum trickled down her thigh, mingled with hers, a warm testament to the 2 blissful hours they had spent.

She didn’t move. More like she couldn’t. Her body felt boneless, floating, every nerve singing with aftershocks. He gathered her into his arms, pulling her against his chest, and she let herself be held.

The light coming from the ceiling of the room was still low, before they pounced on each other or during the sex, he had forgot when but he lower the light. Making it dim, and the glow of his body brightening the room.

In the silence, she listened to his heartbeat, steady and strong. Her own pulse was slower now, the hunger finally satiated.

"How does inside the necklace looks like." Lynx asked curiously as he stroked her hair.

"It’s my world. Full of greens and water, it’s peaceful. A beautiful place. You can enter too if I will it, but I’ve long granted you access to it. But because my powers aren’t in their peak. I can’t bring you yet. The world isn’t stable for more people."

Lynx nodded.

Then she slowly disappeared from his arms. Entering the necklace. "You have a fight and you’re already late. Go, don’t worry about me." He heard her voice from his head.

’This caring demon.’ He smiled as he picked up his clothes. His primordial healing cleaning his body and bringing him back to peak state.

AN: Would be nice if I could see some supports, like golden tickets, gifts and powerstones. Thanks, also as I’ve said before, this book is 50-60% smut.