The Conquest

Evening. Hot.

Panties and bra. Temptation.

Low desk lamplight. Semi darkness.

Lay on sofa. Legs drawn up.

Wait. Longing, listening.

Must prepare. Touch.

Finger on clitoris. Stroke.

Wet. No orgasm yet.

Wait for him. Patience.

All for him. “Come soon.”

Anguish. Fear. Desire.

Relentless hunger. So long.

Years of burning. Consuming.

His need. His sweet need.

Surrender. Good or evil?

Must give. Must yield.

I want. I want so much.

Come my love. Take me.

The house door. Click, click.

Footsteps cross the hallway. Lie still.

Room door opens. He enters.

Stands. Stares.

Watch manhood rise. Beautiful tower.

Extend hand to him. “Hello my love.”

Comes to me. Kneels.

“Hello.” Kiss lips.

Flick tongue over his lips.

His mouth open. Slip tongue in.

He trembles. Not certain.

Draw hand to breast. Reassure.

His fingers on clasp of bra. Undo.

Removes. Gazes fascinated.

Firm. Nipples hard.

Gently presses. So tender.

Yes, take a nipple. “Suck my love.”

Soft bite. Oh, lovely pain.

Mind whirling. Lost in love.

Fingers in vagina. Find clitoris.

“Oh God! Even if I die…”

Strip him. Grasp his shaft.

Hot and throbbing. Heart beat.

Crown in mouth. Salt droplets.

His tongue in me. Sucking, licking.

Too much. Madness.

Tongue in vagina. Mouth over penis.

No restraint. Spear penetrates.

“Kill, kill. Strike to the heart.”

“Never stop. I love, I love.”

“Fertilise. Impregnate.”

He cries out. Moans.

“Deep, deep. Press to the depths.”

He’s coming. “Faster, faster.”

“Oh God, oh God something…”

Oh no, no, no. Not that torment…

Shaking. Thrashing.

“Yes, yes. Yes my love.”

His semen. Erupting.

Cries louder. Impenetrable.

Oh…oh…oh…oh… my darling…Aah.

Peace. Fulfilled.

He slackens. Remains.

Stroke his face. Conquest.

He is mine. No other’s.

“I love you, my beloved son.”