The House of Flame Lilies Ch. 07

"I do," Sparrow whined, lip puckering.

The same blush vine inked around the base of his cock, ringing him, marking him as hers. He shivered. She smiled. Her long, red tongue unfurled from her red mouth. Her fangs glinted. The diamond necklace glittered. She drew her tongue agonisingly slowly up his shaft and spiralled it on the head. He let out a yelp of pleasure, his thighs hardening as his body pulsed. He whipped his hands back to the sheets and grasped them with white knuckles. She beamed like the cold moon and licked him again, sliding her lips over his tip and giving him a soft suck that sharpened his pleasure ruthlessly.

"Oh, God, Mistress..."

She smiled around his head and took it into her mouth, sucking harder. She ringed his base with the fingers of one hand and lightly drummed on his balls with the other. She sank her rose mouth down, swallowing his engorged cock in a fluid, expert motion. Pleasure wrapped Sparrow. It flowed into his veins and turned his muscles to putty and whited out his mind. She teased and tickled his tender balls and gobbled his pounding cock. She drowned him in forceful, rapid sucks, her glossy head bobbing rapidly up and down as she rushed him with heat and desperate lust. She slowed and indulged, her tongue dragging and her lips sloppy, coating him in layers and layers of longing. She sawed her tongue on his slit and the ridge around his head. She spat on him and used it to glaze him shining with pumping hands, then dove to cover him with her mouth again. She made gratuitous sounds of hunger in her throat that vibrated on his cock and sent shivers down his legs. She held his eye throughout, burning through him, daring him to climax and face the guilt, daring him to be ashamed of himself. He could feel himself swelling in her mouth, so thick and needy he thought his body might tear. His skin felt tight, his sweat steamed. Her mouth was jungle hot and his mind was a jungle tangle. He hurtled in her eyes and thrust subtly into her mouth, awash with heat and want and wonder.

She popped free of his cock, mouth glistening, still rolling his balls in her palm, her hair in slight disarray. "Mmmm, I do love sucking your cock."

Sparrow's face flushed. "You... You do?"

She showed him her canines with a devilish twinkle. "That's where the blood is." She winked.

He blushed darker and let out a sudden, shrieking laugh. He clapped his hand to his mouth in shock at the piercing sound and she laughed too, melodic and mocking. She rose higher on her knees, giving his cock a fleeting kiss, now shining like a bruised icicle from her mouth. She kept mercilessly boring into his gaze. She hefted her breasts in her hands, her keen fingernails bedding in the flesh. The candlelight poured over them, like syrup. She licked her teeth.

Does she taste of me? Will she kiss me? Sparrow's mind raced, then jumped track as he saw her tip forward.

She peeled her full breasts apart and slotted his cock between them, clasping him firmly in sticky warmth, embedding him in her decadent softness. She bunched her breasts close about his cock and levered herself rhythmically up and down, massaging him and smothering his screaming tip. Sparrow watched avidly as his cock buried and emerged from her gilded flesh, his dew seeping over her and adding diamonds to those lacing her collar. She sparkled as she moved as if on a breeze, fluid and unhurried, letting him luxuriate in the thoroughness of heat and softness and pressure. Her saliva had left his cock slick, she slid up and down him easily, the wet clapping of flesh on flesh taunting him further. His vertebrae shuffled and he almost toppled onto his back. He locked his elbows and slid back a little in the sheets, the heels of his hands burning. He ground his teeth and released his tight breaths in tiny wheezes, the pleasure building and building like water in a reservoir, threatening to burst and break his promise. He couldn't bear to disappoint her, but he couldn't bear to stop her either, the pleasure was so complete, the sight was so sinful. He gorged on her with his astonished eyes and writhed in the clasp of her hugging breasts.

"Oh, Mistress, this is..." he tried to speak and his lips numbed.

She purred and sank and rose. "You're so hard, Sparrow. It's like the hilt of a sword. I feel like I could use you forever."

"Fuck, yes, use me..." He cast his head back and drowned in golden mist and moaned. He moaned long and loud and lilting.

She slid up his shaft, rubbed his head and released him. She prowled back to kneeling astride his lap and brought him into a close embrace, his body limp but for the quivering, throbbing hardness now once again resting beneath her cunt. He flung his arms around her, pawing agitatedly at her back, huffing her scent.

"Kiss me clean, Carissime."

Sparrow moaned again and fell to lapping his essence from her chest, salt prickling his tongue. His lips wandered from the droplets to her breasts, kissing worshipfully around them, nestling his face in the padding and feeling his heart ache with bliss. "Mistress... Oh, Mistress... Oh, this is..." Words failed. Thoughts failed. He was so hard and so hot and she was so enchanting, so close, so caressing. Her cunt kissed him again. And devoured him. With a wild moan, his pulse rocketed as she sank without warning onto his cock. Her cunt seized him, tight and demanding. Her irises swam with flame, elating him. She combed her fingers into his hair and grasped so it stung and sprinkled sharp pleasure down his back.

"Is your cock mine?" she hissed.

"God, yes!" Sparrow yelped, scrabbling in the sheets, panting raggedly. "It's yours! Everything's yours! Fuck, please!"

"Make me come again. Stay hard. No release."

Sweat iced his back, but he nodded. It didn't matter whether he could do it, it only mattered that she started to move that embracing cunt. He couldn't take stillness. His body was a storm. He bucked and whimpered and flexed and crumpled. She twisted her fists painfully in his hair and scooped her hips violently. The pleasure hit him like a battering ram.

"AH!" He cried out and stared imploringly at her, spittle seeping from his lower lip, his brow clammy, his chest the colour of strawberry stain. "Please!"

She clung to the roots of his hair and bucked into a wild gallop. Sparrow wailed and spasmed as she pulled his head back by his hair, licked his tingling wound, and leaped into a ruthless ride that threatened to shatter him. He barked and squealed and pistoned, his breath ripping out of him and leaving him dizzy and choking. The bed creaked as if it was panting too. The stinging in his scalp effervesced. He steadied himself with one hand still gripping the sheets and slapped the other to her hips, gathering her fat into his fist and pulling himself deeper. Their torsos smashed together, dragging clinging sensation over his skin.

"Yes! Oh! Mistress! I'm yours, this cock is yours, use me, punish me! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

She moaned like a bear and sealed her mouth over his, kissing him as fiercely as she fucked him, using her grasp on his hair to drive her ferocity. Her tongue daggered his and stirred and danced, aggressive and arousing. He kissed her back, choking on her force and his chaotic moans. His abs spasmed, his back cracked, his legs ached. He let her ride him to ruin and kissed her devotedly.

His pleasure surged violently, his cock pumping dangerously. He whipped from the kiss with a panicked gasp. "No! Mistress, I'm going to... I can't!"

She scraped her nails from his scalp and clamped his jaw with one hand, glaring like a war goddess into his eyes. She spat in his mouth, shocking him. "You will not come. You can take this. I do not give you more than you can take, and your body knows it. You will stay hard for me. My pleasure is your one desire."

His cock surged again, the brink boiling in his gut. "But..."

Her other hand clamped his throat. Jaw and jugular, she held him as if about to tear into his veins. "I ask again, is your cock mine?"

Pleasure and panic. His reply came strained through strangulation. "Yes, yes, yours, yes..."

"I want it hard."

Her desire turned her eyes wicked ruby, flames deep in her pupils, smoke on her breath and the ends of her hair. She squeezed his throat and his head spun. He gazed in awe. He anchored himself to her might, to his vow. He tensed himself and tethered himself. He rolled his shoulders and brought both hands to hold her hips. "I'm so hard for you..." he whispered in his last wisp of air.

Vestalia relinquished him and cradled his face. She kissed him, then pressed her brow to his and took up her gallop again. The pleasure zenithed instantly, but Sparrow grit his teeth and restrained himself, shutting his eyes tight and chanting her power over him in his mind. The press of her brow was cooling, he focused on it and thrust with her, matching her, giving to her. Her cunt consumed his cock, the pleasure so intense it was immolating. Her thighs and torso burned against him. Her hair billowed around him. His eyes flickered open and locked with hers, the two of them gazing hotly into each other as they connected deeper and deeper. His knuckles went white on her hips. Feeling his cock surge again, so powerfully it punched in his abdomen, he darted one hand to her clit and rubbed her vigorously. She moaned beautifully and kissed him and pressed her brow to his again. She closed her eyes and clung to him and rode him, pleasure overflowing between them, their bodies moving as one, their scents thick in the air.

"Oh... Oh... Oh, Sparrow, yes... Ooooh!" Her climax cry rent him. Her cunt squeezed him as she came in a gush of moans and gasps and sweat and juices. Her release tortured his cock, but he grabbed her thighs and planted his brow to her shoulder and groaned long and low, reining himself back with spine-splitting effort. He felt something locking inside of him, a pact between their bodies.

She caressed his face, eyes glazed, as the waves crashed over her and receded. She blinked and quivered and unsheathed him. He collapsed onto the cool sheets with a puppy growl and rolled restlessly in them on his back, running his hands feverishly all over himself, clawing at his hair and rubbing his chest and abs and thighs and face, anything to keep him from seizing his cock and finishing himself. He felt mad, possessed. He writhed and twisted, the sheets tangling around him, the silk grazing him like sandpaper. He swore in a senseless stream under his breath, thrashing and drooling and wanting, wanting, wanting.

She chuckled darkly and prowled over him on all fours, grinning down at him with evil delight. Her face was blurred in the darkness of the bed's canopy and his needy confusion.

"You look absolutely glorious in this state." Vestalia's voice laced with a moan. "You beautiful slut."

More pleasure. Sparrow looked sultry and sweat-sodden up at her and glided his hand over his cock. He didn't dare grasp himself, he was still dancing wildly on the edge. "I love it when you call me that," he panted.

She undulated over him, her charred petal fragrance mingled with the sweet salt of sex. "Slut." She rolled the word over her tongue. "My darling, open, needy,slut."

"Oh God..." He thrashed again. He could hardly breathe. His blood was liquid fire.

She smiled. Her hair glimmered. She slipped seamlessly into the ritual chant again. It rocked him, smoothed the edges of his desperation. "I bind you to my words. This is your path. My commands are your law. My wishes are your scripture. I speak and you cannot hear the wind. You are enclosed by my voice. You are a clean page and I inscribe your story."

He half relaxed into the mattress. The edges of his vision were still gold, honey on his tongue. The air was sleepy with melting wax. He sucked his lip. She bent down and kissed him. It was wonderful. She ran her thumb over the springy contours of his throat and murmured like a secret. "I bind your tongue. You tell my tales. You sing my praises."

A third tea-stain vine, this time winding under her touch around his throat, collaring him.

She bent to his ear. "You eat of me and drink of me and you are made whole."

His heart ricocheted in his ribs. His eyes rolled into his head. When they cleared again he rushed with exhilaration. She had moved silently to kneel astride his shoulders, facing away from his spinning gaze. Her large, round ass hovered over his face. He gasped. His tongue swelled in his mouth, dripping and anxious. He flickered it and craned to reach her, her smoke and lilies scent falling on him like holy water. She sank her full, crushing weight onto him, the pressure seizing his skull like he was on the deep sea bed. Her seam tucked onto his nose. He huffed desperately with a violent shudder. Her rich scent invaded him, conquered him, charged through his senses and drowned out the world. He opened his mouth wide and delved his tongue into her folds. Taste splashed into scent, overflowing in his body. His cock ached, but somehow it felt disconnected from him. Her pleasure consumed all else. He didn't need release, he hoped he never was released, as long as this was his cage. He reached up and spread her ass cheeks to breathe her deeper. His mind careened. He felt buried in the tropical earth of the hothouse. He felt encased in volcanic rock. He swirled his tongue and drew her deeper into his mouth.

She murmured something in her melodic voice. He couldn't make it out through the pillow of her body, but she sounded delicious, desirous. He sucked on her and lapped and kissed, looping his hands to cling to her broad, heavy thighs. She moved on him like a great pendulum, her demanding grinding chiming inside him. He breathed heavier, her scent pervading his lungs. He danced his tongue vigorously, retracing the pleasure paths he'd found with his fingers, serpentining and slithering. He explored her, hooked his tongue into her creases and tugged shivers and snarls out of her like he was harvesting fruit. He moaned low and felt her quake. The power of her motion rocked him in his ribs and his back and his cock. He summoned all his strength, strength he didn't know he had, and held her up, writhed beneath her, resisted her with his driving tongue. He gulped her juices, pursued her taste like the elixir of life. She smothered him in heavy, humid flesh, the pressure deepening, resounding in his skull. His eyes watered, his mouth filled with steam. He flashed his tongue on her, glorying in how she swelled, how she forced his jaw wide and aching and claimed his tongue. He was her servant. He was her toy. She was his bounty. She was his world. He gobbled her gifts, devoured her with every scrap of his lust and devotion.

Her labia pressed to his lips in forceful kisses. Her cunt seeped over his nose, drugging him delirious. He furled her clit in his tongue like a leaf around a bud and sucked her, their cascading moans twining in the honeyed air. She poured her flesh and her command into him. She was a potion. She was a summer storm. She rained passion and darkness into his body and packed him in blessed earth and imprisoned him in dream. He took long and skimming licks, rolled her clit like a raspberry on his tongue and indulged in sweetness. He found her peak and beamed joyfully as she furiously fucked the tip of his tongue, hurtling him in the mattress. His licks sneaked slyly between her labia and kissed her cunt, laying the ache deep into her with his laps, as she had to him. Her pungent spice dizzied him, soaked his mouth, poured down his throat and warmed his belly. She was like faery food, he could eat and eat and never be full, always be hungry for more, lost in temptation and lusciousness. And once he'd eaten, there was no going back. He'd known that somewhere in himself the first night. He tasted her, charcoal and flowers, and all other flavours dulled to dust.

She planted her seat firmer on his face and smeared around him, making him burn and his heart thump. She rode harder, faster, bouncing on him so his neck smarted and his cock pulsed in her rhythm. Her ass slapped his cheeks. Her clit puffed like a cherry on his restless tongue. Her wetness painted his lips. He slid on her and swirled and swished, dancing his tongue with her swivelling and sighs. He swallowed eagerly, writhing and whimpering. As pleasure began to thrum in her core, she raised a little off him, her fluting breathlessness stealing into his ear. He mumbled jealously, whipping up to catch her again. "No... Mis... Come back..."

"Aw, poor Passer, so hungry."

"So hungry, Mistress."

"Anyone would think I never fed you."

He blushed across his body, cock quivering. "Just..." He couldn't put it into words. The dark orchid of her vulva bloomed so near his tongue, it tortured him. "More..."

She chuckled and buried him again. The delight vanquished him. He plunged back into heady devouring, his tongue lashing and his hands clutching her thighs to hold her down to his mouth. He smothered himself in her hot, sticky flesh, nuzzling into her seam and gulping her scent, slurping and swallowing and moaning. She nestled the hard nut of her clit to the tip of his tongue and rolled her hips rapidly, a brisk canter hammering against his face. He hardened his tongue and attacked her, drumming and flickering so the saliva pooled in his throat. Scent deluged. Weight smothered. Sparrow spiralled his drenched, tingling tongue in the petal softness of her clit and inhaled her fragrant cunt and gripped her fat thighs and moaned and moaned until his own need was ringing in his ears. Vestalia bucked faster and faster, thighs clenching around him, ass quivering, dragging her fingernails in the ridges of his tensed abs. She breathed faster, gasps escaping her like jets of steam. Higher, harder, rougher.

"Make me come again!"

Sparrow mewled and sucked and lashed and clung.

"Yes!"

Her climax shocked him with shivering, her ample body tumbling onto his face and compressing his skull. Her slow, drawn out grinding flowed down him and melted his muscles. He groaned and let his tongue loll flat for her, breathing her deeply as she glided around his taste buds, leaving no moment of possible pleasure untaken. A third time, he felt something locking inside of him, a longing, an endless wish. He shuddered and stroked her softness, lapping the last of her, nestled under tacky flesh and darkness, praying she stayed like this for longer. His face prickled cool and his heart swelled with regret as she slid from him. She turned to crouch over him on all fours again. Her moon-white face was stained with a peach blush, her hair was wild, the red, hot poker ends aglow. She was grinning like a demon. Sparrow grinned back, reaching up and running his fingers through the thick coils of her hair.

"You are a lovely shade of pink," she said.

He giggled. He could still taste her, smell her essence smeared on his mouth. He sucked his lip and smiled mischievously up at her, exhibiting his hunger for her taste.

She laughed low and kissed the tip of his nose. She hummed and rocked back to kneel astride his hips, settling her glistening vulva across his hard, blackberry-dark cock. The warm weight throbbed inside him. He arched his spine and moaned, eyes flickering. "So, Mistress..." He reached down and ran his hands on her thighs, tracing the red marks where he'd gripped her with surprising strength, eying the inked rings around his wrists. "You've bound my hands, my cock, my tongue. What more could you claim?"

She rocked a little, sending thrumming pleasure through him. "One more very important thing, my little one." She laid her hands over his and smiled down at him, a halo of golden candlelight framing her towering body. "I bind you to my heart." She interlaced their fingers. "This is your power. I keep you inside of me. You live within my love." She lifted one hand and kissed his fingers. "My kiss is your life force. Your devotion is my right. You are utterly protected. You are utterly adored. You are raised above the world and you are stronger than light and more secret than darkness." She held his gaze severely. "You are remarkable and you surrender."