A Powerful Hypnotic Release

His lips felt as if they activated the energy swirling in her belly to move more vigorously and energetically. The woman cried out. "Please, please take me. I want to sit on it, no... no.. I NEED to sit on it sir. Please. I want you inside of me. Please.. please, just please." She pleaded. She'd never felt such anticipation and she knew this conclusion was going to be powerful. This wasn't her DVR and she didn't think skipping to the end was the most fulfilling move for once. The man stepped back taking in the view once more, this time his prize was dripping in more ways than one. She gazed down at him, appreciating the feeling that was racing through her body. What was she signing up for? It doesn't matter. It's worth it. As her gaze shifted up to the mirror she stood in awe of her magnificent frame shining in the light of the man who couldn't be seen in the mirror. The sweat and various liquids made her body look like a galaxy of stars resided upon her. She was taking in the breathtaking sight when she felt her hands become more free.

One wrist was released and both were able to come down below her head. She watched her breasts sway side to side in the mirror as she felt and saw her arms now being bound behind her back. Not seeing him in the mirror, she closed her eyes. She could feel every inch of him behind her as he finished tying her hands. She could feel where his hands brushed against her, she could feel something else hard press against her. It throbbed rhythmically against her knee promising her there was tremendous pleasure to come. She felt his fingers on her neck again. This heightened her pleasure immensely. She didn't need to see him. She could feel he knew every spot to touch and when to touch it. Her intuition seemed to connect her to him without need of the mirror's reflection so she let her eyes continue to rest.

With her ankles still tied to the couch she couldn't go far. She could feel him lift her and place her on his lap slowly lowering her onto his rod, "Ahhhh, yess..." She sounded as though she was getting into a nice hot bath. She could feel him press past her threshold and he could feel her wrapped tightly around him offering resistance to move further within. With her arms behind her back she had only her legs to use to increase her pleasure. She began gyrating slowly lifting herself and sliding back down and against him fitting more of him inside of her each time she slid back down. She let out a moan as she tried pressing him the rest of the way into herself. She wanted it all. As deeply as he could give it, and as deeply as she could take it. She felt her ass become hotter as she thrusted herself upon him.

As her movements continued up and down, although her wrists were bound, she allowed both of her hands to come open so that they could easily glide across his chest with each thrust. Her fingers felt his physic behind her adding to her pleasure. Even though the surface felt like rock hard, cooled lava stone, the heat could be felt radiating from beneath. She frantically plunged him into herself again, and again. His grip around her throat became tighter as he pushed himself into her further causing her moans to intensify.

The man's pace quickened and his strokes deepened. This was.. Soooo hot.. so intense. Her flesh was so wet with sweat now but she didn't care. She was going to ride this wave until she couldn't anymore. Her moans turned to whimpers, which very soon turned to squeals. The man's fingers crept into her hair towards her forehead, she could feel his fingertips lightly dig into her scalp as he took a fist full of hair, pulling and bending her neck backwards. A whisper found its way into her ear. "Not....yet." he let his mouth rest near her neck, now breathing more heavily. Shock waves again overtook her body. His voice. The breath on her neck. The anticipation. The heat. It's all so much. Soo much.

She opened her eyes hoping to find it easier to hold it back. Instead, looking back at him she was turned on by how much he was enjoying her, enjoying herself. Her body felt like it was fading, she looked back at her ass and saw the marks that were just burned into her were melting off of her.... "MELTING?" She considered to herself. "...Forget it... I don't care. I'll melt. This was summoned by me. I can't be afraid now. To be consumed by this energy would be an honor" Her mind wanted to overthink but nothing else mattered. She not only wanted to feel this extreme ecstasy go on and on and on, she wondered how far it could go. She could feel her whole body throwing itself into him with no regard for her own safety. "More. Oh please, more." She begged. As they came closer to their conclusion, the flames around him burned wilder and hotter. She could feel him inside of her, growing hotter and hotter. She closed her eyes again and began to see visions of her being reduced to a mere puddle on the couch or perhaps the bed or even the floor. It didn't matter anymore.

She felt her hand come free of its restraint and felt herself be moved again. With him still inside, she was turned around to face him. Opening her eyes, she could see he was holding himself back. "What would it take to make him break?" She wondered. "What would it mean if he did lose his composure? Am I still safe if that happens?" The man reached down and tugged at the fabric connected to her ankles until they ripped away. This time when he continued in and out of her, he held her in place. He moved deeper inside of her, placing her legs on his shoulder. The aura around him began to become one huge flame as he lost himself into each thrust, plunging deeper and deeper.

Primal and guttural moans and groans could be heard throughout the house from the two. The woman found her nails clawing into his back and sides while trying to push him even deeper into her. She could feel the magma searing her fingertips, feeling as though she was being welded to his body. She could feel her ankles becoming part of his shoulders as his flames engulfed her. As he slammed into her again and again she struggled to catch her breath, she didn't think she could hold back any longer. Just when she thought she couldn't take another stroke she felt him remove his pulsing shaft and let the tip rest against her inner thigh.

She peered down and smiled seeing the head of this wonder glistening in the lighting; it wasn't just shiney because it was black glass any more. Seeing her juice coating it sent chills down her spine. There was more than enough natural lubrication for him to slowly slide his tool into the entrance of her ass. The woman bit her lip knowing this was going to make her explode much harder and make a bigger mess. This entrance seemed to try to suck him right inside in a very welcoming manner. Pressing his way deeper into her, he went slowly enough for her to relax and catch her breath from their previous thrusting. As her tight hole squeezed and constricted around the length of his obsidian joystick, a groan could be heard from him. He began to move in and out of her again knowing how close she was to breaking.

As his pace quickened she began to shake and whimper, "Oh, Daddy, please.. please? May I?" He pressed into her as deeply as possible and held her there.

"Yes, you've been so good. Come for me now." She began spasming with him still inside, her body shuddered violently around him, she breathed with each wave but couldn't stop trying to push him further inside. She climaxed repeatedly, each time she tried to fit more of him. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her back arched, and she could feel her hands being reduced to goo as she felt him beginning to release into her. "Yes, just like that...That's my good girl." A low growl escaped as he allowed himself to pour out into her, filling up her rear vessel. The sound of his growl made her heart race and her mind go blank. He was sooo hot. It was so much. She was so..lucky.

All she could hear was the two of them breathing heavily, her breath shaky and inconsistent. She was filled with such a warm sensation, she then smiled, looking down. She saw her body was now starting to melt and she looked back to him his face was gone again and he was more of a giant flame. "Good girl." His voice echoed in her ear. "Shine for me." The intense pressure from below finally released. As the woman closed her eyes and screamed out in ecstasy, a grand flood was at last released. She could hear the sizzle of a fire being extinguished and as her eyes came back open she realized not only had she put out her powerful lover and his flames, the only thing left of him was a few pieces of obsidian and her own body was no longer. She now was just a huge puddle half on the floor and half on the couch.

The woman sat up quickly on her bed and peered around the room. The room was dimly lit again and she turned to look at her cheeks. "Ah.. good nothing there. A dream. What an intense dream." She laughed. "It felt so real." She stood up and walked over to retrieve her tarot cards from the dresser. As she got closer to the mirror she noticed a glow about herself. It wasn't a fire glow. It was more of a light. She could see an aura about her that felt as powerful as the man in her dream, it was just different. As she stared at herself she could feel the power pulsing through her body. She looked back to her couch and there, her velvet blanket remained in one piece. But also there on the couch, were the same obsidian pieces laying in the largest wet spot she'd ever made in her life.

As she examined the obsidian pieces she was delighted to notice, one piece was identical in shape and size to her steamy lover's cock, and the other piece was crafted into a well designed butt plug. She looked at her hands remembering how she was rubbing herself before the wildest night of her life. "Am I really this powerful and I haven't even scratched the surface? Are humans this powerful?" She looked back into the mirror and could see the faintest scorched handprint still left on her throat.

"Co-creation must be the most powerful energy of all." She pondered to herself thinking of all of her creative projects. Again her body was bestowed with chills. "Gratitude should always flow freely where art is born." She picked up her new toys, took a deep grounding breath, and went over to her bed now feeling both spiritually charged and physically drained, but ultimately satisfied. Placing her new toys in her night stand drawer, and her deck on her night stand, next to her planner, she knew she was going to create some amazing things in the morning. She knew her future was already manifested and secured. She looked back at the flame in her candle that seemed to burn a little calmer now. "Thank you, Daddy." A soft smile spread across her lips. "You always know just when to visit." She laid back in her bed and felt herself surrendering to sleep as it tugged at her to let go and just be. She let herself just dream.