Queen Yavara Ch. 28

"Take it." Elena whispered.

"Give it to me." I whimpered back, exaggerating the reclining nature of my drives so that my cheeks spread wide for her. The torpid repetition of our motions put me in a trance, and I drowned blissfully in the sensations, letting my body operate with instinctual autonomy. We moved in waves together, connected and fluid, my hair curtaining her face, seeing only her as she delivered thrust after thrust into me. I exaggerated the arch of my back to tilt my pelvis anteriorly, and her cock slid across my clit with every pass. It was too much! Oh god, it was way too much! I was trapped in my bodily oscillations, unable to escape the prison of pleasure I'd put myself into, unable to resist the pleasure that tortured me! The aching ecstasy churned in my depths, the lancing felicity of my clit shooting through my pelvis, the debauched pleasure of my rectum turned my insides to jelly, and yet, I could not bring myself to move with the fervency required to expel such delights, but could only heave with a sluggish cadence and graceful motions, forcing me to draw-out the euphoric torment, the slow-build of things I could not stop, but could not contend with!

"Oh god, Elena!" I sputtered, tears filming my eyes, "Oh god, don't stop! Don't stop!"

My diaphragm flexed with each push, yielding heavy gasps from my gaping mouth. I collapsed onto her shoulder, my limbs succumbing to the lassitude compelled by the ballooning pleasure, the weakness overtaking me. Though we moved with such gelatinous motions, the sweat poured from us, the exertion of ecstasy pounding in our hearts, our breaths a labor. I slid up and down Elena's bronze torso, my voice rising in pitch, my sobs and whimpers harmonizing with her cries. We went rigid for an eternal moment, merging as a singularity of ecstasy cresting the wave, seeing nothing, hearing nothing; only feeling, smelling and tasting. Her cock thundered against my pulsating walls, then erupted within me, and the tension of the moment snapped, setting us free. I was wracked with deep contractions that sent me sputtering into a squirming frenzy, and she was taken by the pressure release that compelled her to thrust, and thrust, and thrust; battering my swollen nether-lips with her crotch until she'd emptied herself inside me. Our voices waned, our breaths came to us, and we panted to feed our starving lungs. When I recovered, I looked upon the face of the woman I loved. Her dark lush lips revealed rows of white teeth, her pointed nose bore a legion of freckles that smattered her flushed cheeks, and her eyes, those eyes that effortlessly captivated me, they watched me from the relaxed drooping of her lids, their azure depths beckoning me to drown in them.

"Do you know what terrifies me, Leveria?" Elena whispered.

"What?"

She brushed my hair behind the point of my ear. "There will come a day soon when I will have to choose between you and Yavara." She looked helplessly into my eyes, "And I don't know who I'll choose." She swallowed, "I guess that means I love you too."

End of Part Nine.

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Author's note

Thus ends the third book of Queen Yavara (or just chapter 28 for Literotica readers). As it was last time, there will be a pretty long break before the next part of the series comes out. I thank you all for your patience, and hope that you have enjoyed it thus far.