The Long Road to Ruin Ch. 31

Her hands wrapped around his arm, yanking and pulling until she had him flat on his back on the bed. "I'll show you control."

"You tempt, little one." His eyes raked over her as he pushed himself up on his elbows to watch her. "Show me."

"As you wish," Shanna turned her back to him, pivoting just enough to silhouette her nude form in the firelight that came from within the braziers. The light illuminated her, giving an almost ethereal glow to the pale skin of her breasts as they rose and fell with each breath. He could feel his passion rise again. "Tell me you want this, want me, and you shall have me. Are you ready to take a bite of my forbidden fruit?"

His breath ragged, he could feel his heart leaping from his chest. Indeed he wished to taste, her warm kisses, and devour her willing flesh.

She turned to face him, slowly, teasingly. "Can you say you have tasted and want no more?" She approached him again, the sway of her breasts and hips taunting him, promising him more pleasures. "You want me," she taunted him, dared him, and tested him, "More so than your little prudish cleric. She can't give you what I can."

She stood beside the bed and placed one knee upon it invitingly. Christano reached out to touch her, caressing the smooth, pale skin of her inner thigh. A glimpse of the glistening dew gathered between her legs was the final spark that renewed the fire of his desire. Reaching upward, he brought his hand up to her flower and stroked gently, marveling at the wetness that ran down his fingers. She closed her eyes and moaned as her hips gyrated slowly.

Leaning over him her mouth closed on his. Her tongue dove in, intertwining with his as it played about teasingly. He could feel her breasts rub lightly up and down his chest as her body rocked to the motion of his hand between her legs.

Placing one hand on his chest, her nails scraped his flesh lightly as her other hand found his manhood. With a feather touch she ran her fingers down its length then stopped to cup his balls gently. Her breath was heavy as his fingers continued their wet explorations. He massaged her clit gently, and then sent his fingers inside her.

Moving her hand to his hardness she grasped it briefly, teasing. She ran her fingers along the length of his cock, brushing the head with her fingertips, then back down again. Her hand matched the rhythm of his, moving up and down his shaft, her fingers exploring his length as he explored her depths. He moaned softly when she grasped his cock more firmly and began stroking it.

He intertwined the fingers of his free hand in her long, golden brown hair and pulled her down for another kiss. Her sighs of pleasure stoked the flame of his passion even hotter. Letting loose her hair; his fingers traced a line of fire to her breasts. He cupped one, rubbing his thumb across her nipple and around the aureola. Shanna responded by evoking a low squeal of pleasure as she rocked her hips even harder against his hand.

Running his fingers lightly from her breast up to her neck, he felt her shiver and her breath quicken. Releasing him suddenly, she brought her other hand up to his chest, digging her fingernails into his skin as her hips bucked in climax.

Squeezing her eyes shut tightly she let out a small cry as her hips gyrated against his hand. She clenched and unclenched her fists, scraping her fingernails against him as the wave of pleasure carried her along.

Finally, she pulled away and sat back on her leg. Christano watched in fascination as she brought his hand, wet with her juices, up to her mouth and slowly started licking his fingers. Shanna ran her tongue from the palm of his hand, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure down his spine, to each finger. Slowly she licked around each finger before taking it into her mouth, sucking softly before moving to the next. When she was done, she took his hand in hers and brought her other leg up on the bed. Then she threw her leg over him, straddling his chest.

"Now you," she said softly. "Taste me, lover."

Shanna felt his hands grasp her ass. He could smell the scent of her passion as he brought her glistening nether lips closer. Taking her into his mouth, he reveled in the warm, wet taste of her. He teased her clit, flicking it back and forth with his tongue. She wrapped her hands over the rail at the head of the bed as she rolled her head around. The pleasure was almost unbearable. Shanna bit her lip as she forced back a cry.

Christano's tongue moved deeper, thrusting into her. He could feel the tickling trail of her juices run across his cheeks and down his chin even as he strove to catch each intoxicating drop. Taking her nub between his lips again, he sucked and rolled it around. He grasped Shanna's hips tighter, fighting to hold her close to him. His tongue played her, one moment hard, thrusting. And in the next, dancing with a nimbleness that was swiftly rushing her forward toward another peak.

Grinding her hips against him, feeling his tongue explore the soft folds of her sex, she couldn't hold any longer. Shanna let go, her climax taking her completely, exploding through her with a fire that burned to her very soul. Christano didn't stop, his tongue still dancing, torturing her. Her breath heavy and her cheeks flushed, she looked down at him. Seeing him there, feeling his tongue between her legs, she came again. Her back arched as the waves of pleasure pounded her consciousness.

As the waves subsided, Shanna took his hands in hers and pulled away from him. She forced his hands back, to either side of his head, as she slid her hips down his stomach to rest on his manhood. She looked into his eyes as she moved her hips across his hardness, rubbing her clit down and up the length of his cock before taking him inside her.

He threw his head back and gasped for breath, her heat was like nothing he had ever felt before. Slowly she forced her hips down, taking him completely inside, holding him there. Then, releasing his hands, she placed hers on his chest and began moving her hips, rocking them, sliding up his length threatening to release him, then taking his hardness inside again, Shanna's fingernails dug deep, red depressions in him, melding the pain and the pleasure into a single, hot, blood rush.

Christano cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently then ran his fingers across her nipples, up the soft curve of her pale skin to her neck. One hand he placed on the back of her neck, running his fingers through her silken hair, the other caressed her cheek. She thrust downward on him, feeling him inside her. Christano's hips rose to meet hers, sending a shiver through her body. She took one of his fingers in her mouth, sucking on it, playing it with her tongue as he had played her with his.

Shanna could feel her climax building. Each thrust of her hips down his manhood, taking him deep, enveloping him, brought her closer. His breaths too grew short, his hips bucking upward to meet hers, her hot wetness stroking him faster and faster.

"Tell me you love me," she whispered. In their frenzied passion, she couldn't tell if he heard her. She thrust down his length and stopped, holding him deep within her. "Tell me you love me."

Christano fought through the haze of his passion, incoherent words slipping from his lips. As Shanna rose up slowly, almost releasing his hardness before taking it in her again, she couldn't hold back her desire much longer.

"Does your little prude give you this kind of love?" she said breathlessly. "Have you ever felt the pleasures we've felt this night with her?" By Bastian's cock, it was unbearable. Shanna began moving her hips in a rapid rhythm, almost drowning out his moan of pleasure with her own.

Though he heard her words loud and clear, he remained focused on the sensations racing through his body. He gripped her hips tightly, pummeling her from below. She brought her lips close to his as their hips danced and thrust.

"She cannot. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it with every thrust of your cock into me. So tell me of your love." She leaned forward further, bringing her head to rest against his shoulder, which slowed but did not lessen the motion of their bodies. She kissed the line of his shoulder blade, tasting the salty sweat gathered there. She rocked her hips faster; it almost didn't matter, so close was she. He throbbed within her. Shanna rose away from him slightly, it was almost too late; she could not stop herself from taking him, releasing their passion. She leaned close to his ear one last time.

"Tell me you love me!" she cried, her climax turning it almost into a scream. He thrust his hardness into her once more.

"I love you."

Shanna took his mouth with hers, only a brief glimpse of ruby red eyes did he have before the fire exploded through their bodies. They muffled each other's cries as their bodies danced together. Her tongue twisted in his mouth, the sweetness of her lips sent him to the edge of consciousness.

She had him.

O.O

Tears raced down Myra's cheeks as the vision within Bastian's gaze receded into nothing, leaving only the ruby redness. "How do I know this isn't just a trick of yours to get me to do what you want?"

"Why would I lie? Wouldn't that just earn your mistrust once the truth was finally revealed? I am a God of Vengeance. I wouldn't seek releasing yours by deceiving. I can see in your heart that you're not one that is drawn toward or seduced by power, but you do have a need to prove yourself. I can help you with that. Backed by my graces, you will be empowered to one end alone. As my esteemed high priestess, you shall carry the fate of my following in your hands."

"I still don't know what to think."

"You need more proof? Look into my eyes and see the truth. If that isn't enough to convince you of my sincerity, then I shall let you go." His eyes appraised her warmly before he looked over her head at Shiloh who caught a glimpse of his real thoughts. Shiloh smiled in response and knew Bastian wasn't about to let Myra go. He'd have her. He'd convince her.

Myra gazed up into his ruby eyes, her lips parting as a gasp slipped through them as she bore witness to Christano's most private thoughts. That bastard!

His eyes devoured the sight of her lithe body in all its naked glory before him. The way her dark hair tumbled over her shoulders, her deep hazel eyes glazed with need pleased him greatly. His gaze raked over her full plump soft lips, remembering how they felt as she wrapped them around his cock. Her mouth had been hot and steamy while her tongue performed teasing licks along the sides of his shaft. In that moment Myra was at her most beautiful to him, on her knees before him, serving him.

His gaze dropped lower still, sweeping over her neck and shoulders until his eyes rested upon the perky round orange sized mounds of her succulent breasts. It made him rock hard as he thought of how they bounced as she rode his cock. How suckable they were as tiny drops of perspiration dripped over the hardened little nipples. Down across her trim waist his went, stopping to linger upon the flare of her hips before dropping to her small round ass and lean shapely thighs that concealed her greatest treasure of all, he didn't miss an inch of her best parts. His hands inched to squeeze her tight cheeks while his cock twitched with the desire to sink into their forbidden dark depths.

His larger hand guided her smaller one to the apex of her plump nether lips, which nestled her swollen clit, and coaxed her to touch herself as he positioned her on her hands and knees before he took his place behind her, preparing to invade the tight puckered rosebud. But most of all he loved how she looked and felt as she rode him, her wet tight pussy wrapped around his thrusting cock oh so tightly.

Then the scene changed. Myra's face grew hot.

Christano leaned back against the headboard of the bed, propped up on a few pillows. His cock was rock hard and standing straight up. He motioned for her and Myra came to him, straddled him.

She reached down and grabbed his smooth, hard shaft, rubbing the head up and down the length of her sweet slit, getting it all wet and slippery. She took a moment to rub her clit with it before placing his cock to the entrance of her hot channel while leaning down to kiss his lips. She slid down his shaft, slowly, all the way down until she hit bottom. She moaned and sat very still, squeezing her wet walls around his cock as Christano plucked at her dusky nipples, pinching her elongated points.

She rested her hands on his shoulders, using their height as leverage as she started to ride up and down on his cock at a slow teasing pace. She rose almost completely off him before slamming back down upon him. She cried out as he reached down and rubbed her swollen little clitty.

Myra could sense his growing impatience because she was moving far too slowly for his taste. He pushed her onto her back and pulled her legs up over his shoulders. A hissing command came forth from his lips as he instructed her to rub her swollen nubbin while he pushed his cock into her wet depths and started pumping. He began slow, picking up the pace, moving faster and harder until his thrusts in and out of my wet channel were so fast that Myra swore she could hardly catch her breath. Her body trembled, hanging precariously on the precipice of culmination. Christano grunted and slammed harder still until he bellowed out his orgasm.

Then he fell off of her, rolling to his side and gave a final command. "Finish yourself, my love, and remember how much I love you."

Myra shook herself, trembling furiously at the vision before her. How many times had he ridden her hard, taking his own pleasure first and leaving her wanting? She gazed up at Bastian. "Why?"

"Look inside yourself, my pet. Is this the life you wish to continue to lead? Forever in his shadow, forever as his possession."

"No."

Bastian raised an eyebrow at her. "Then come to me and find your freedom." He stepped back from her and leapt upon the altar, his hand extended to her.

And she went, seeking the promises he made her and the freedom she desired.

O.O

Bastian kissed Myra with heated fervor, his long tongue invading her mouth just as he planned for his cock to invade her moist depths. She welcomed him, meeting his kiss with unfettered need, before he slipped downwards to worship her breasts. He took one of them in his mouth, sucking them hard, causing pain and pleasure to streak between her legs. His other went lower, pushing three fingers into her. She gasped at the quick invasion, though her juices flowed in welcome. He withdrew his hand from her just as she was beginning to enjoy it. He went down on her, and pushed his tongue inside her, making her scream.

He pushed his tongue in and out of her while pushing his fingers into her dark tunnel, synchronizing his rhythms until she screamed again. Her orgasms were exceptional; he fed off her lust, intense as ten women. He pleased her, and empowered her.

"Take what you've always wanted," he purred, offering himself up to her, inviting her to take charge of the initiation.

She gazed up at him and smiled. She crawled like a cat toward him, and then took his rod in with one slurp. She hummed as she sucked and licked him, delighting in his lengthening and widening erection. He was inhumanly large, bigger than any she'd ever seen. She took his balls into her mouth, humming again. She felt them vibrate in her mouth, his cock pulsing against her cheek. Bastian smacked her ass, and grunted, "Spread 'em."

She spread her legs; resuming her bathing of his cock with her tongue as he spanked her sex, pinched and slapped her ass to show his pleasure with her ministrations. Myra got on her knees, and faced him. "Fuck me. I want to feel you and I want to explode in ecstasy."

"I shall have to bind you," he growled, for he was deep in the thralls of lust for her.

"Yes!"

Bastian chuckled low in his throat, his hunger for her lust deepening. He pushed her in place, bringing the red velvet ties up to wrap around her wrists, binding her to the altar. Myra quivered as she found herself on all fours, her legs spread wide before him. Moans slipped from her lips as she felt something rock hard probe both her entrances. Her rosebud clenched tightly while her wet walls sucked at the hardness slipping into her. He teased her to a fever pitch, alternating strokes into both her holes before pulling away completely, leaving her empty.

It was then Myra found herself face to face with not one, but two cocks. Her eyes widened with excitement at his second erection, and she took it in her mouth hungrily, using her hand to please the other. She held on to him, though he managed to twist and get underneath her so he could devour the juices dripping from her pussy. They licked each other, grunting and moaning in their pleasure. When he finally came in her mouth, she sucked the juices hungrily, the sexual power coursing through her veins. She went to his other cock and brought it to the same height, using her hand on the one she thought she sucked dry. The second one was about to erupt in her mouth and she squealed her delight.

"Oh, no, you don't," he growled, as he crawled behind her and dragged her hips back to his, slamming into both her weeping holes with a dynamic double penetration. She howled with a mix of pleasure and pain, her back arching and rearing against him greedily. She clawed at her bonds, nearly shredding them. Her eyes rolled closed, her body pulsating with pleasure. "Fuck me harder!"

"With...pleasure," he ground out. He squeezed her hips and drove her back and forth in a frenzied rhythm that had them both groaning and growling. He fed off her lust, her lewd thoughts of what more they could do together. And do they would. He turned her over, repositioning her upon the altar, retying the torn bonds that held her.

His hands stroked purposefully over her shoulders, and he trickled a finger downwards over the rise of her breasts. He massaged her breasts forcefully, causing a confusing mix of pain and pleasure to flower within her, making her whimper. Bastian licked her neck, and nuzzled her jaw line. Myra moaned as he sucked at her breasts, his hot tongue lapping her aureoles. He made a wet trail through the vale between her breasts, into the cleft at her neck and throat. She arched her spine as he kissed her across her ribcage and her belly. Involuntarily, she shuddered as his tongue stabbed into her navel, then circled it. He bit hard enough to make her gasp but not enough to break her skin.

The heady musk of her arousal saturated his nostrils. He thrust his mouth into her wet petals. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she wrapped her legs around him. She was soaking wet, and his thorough attention drove her even crazier.

Her hips rocked wildly as he fondled her between her legs, his hand moving in a long, slow stroking motion from between her ass to her slit. He fingered her roughly, until she was nearly incoherent with arousal. She found herself writhing, and moaned, thrusting herself against his hand while her juices dripped down her inner thigh.

Bastian thrust hard into both her entrances, and then withdrew until he merely prodded her silky, moistly gleaming depths. He did this over and over, slowly at first, accelerating in speed and force until he was pounding himself into her. She shrieked as her orgasm overtook her uncontrollably. He felt her go rigid as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She clutched the silken bonds that held her, her whole body stiff and fervent with her pleasure. Her wet walls contracted and dilated in rapid succession as her juices coated him, escaped her dripping slit and ran down both their inner thighs. She clung weakly to the altar as the pounding waves of pleasure ebbed.