To Hell and Back Again Ch. 07 - A New Dynamic

"Don't be sorry," she whispered. "I'm not."

The words just slipped out before she had time to think about it. Karen realized in that moment that she no longer cared it it was destined to end in failure and frustration. The hollow ache in her belly could be ignored no longer.

They lay together in the electric silence. Karen could feel his desire pressed against where only a thin layer of denim separated his flesh from hers. She could also sense his hesitation to act on it. Such odd behavior from an obviously aroused male only added to her confusion.

"Do you not desire me?" she asked.

Logan's soft laughter tickled against her neck and sent shivers racing down her spine. "Yes. Very much," he whispered in a throaty voice. "It's just that... without Beauty here, it feels odd. Like I am being disloyal to her."

He rushed on before she could reply. "It's weird, I know. She made it pretty clear before leaving that she was perfectly happy that we have each other for... uh, company. I just... I suppose I have always been a one woman kind of man. This "harem" concept is still new to me."

Karen rolled over until they were nose-to-nose and smiled at him. "Is that what's bothering you? You have such strange ideas!" She leaned forward and kissed him. "You saved me. You invited me into your harem. That means I belong to you now, to do with as you wish."

"You belong to no one." Logan frowned. "You are your own person free to make your own choices."

Karen snuggled closer to lay against his body. "Then I choose to be with you, and with Beauty. To be whatever you need me to be. I can't fight and I am terrible at crafting, but I can make you happy. I can do that."

She could stand the temptation no longer. Whatever happened, or didn't happen, not knowing was a far worse torture. She reached down between them and stroked his package through his battered jeans. "Let me show you what I am good at."

"You don't have to..."

Karen shut him up with another kiss, snaking her tongue into his mouth and nibbling at his lower lip. "I want to." She looked into his eyes. "I choose to."

He chuckled and reached up to brush hair out of her face. "Alright then. When is Rome, do as the Romans do, I suppose."

She grinned. "That is a wise philosophy." "Hey, look at me being wise. First time for everything." Logan leaned forward and captured her lips with his, rolling Karen onto her back.

The sensation of his lips and tongue made her pulse pound and sent shivers of pleasure through her body. Karen moaned into his kiss. Her hands reached down to tug frantically at the waist of his pants.

"No," Logan said with a smile.

She blinked up at him. "No?"

"No." His smile turned into a wicked grin. "Not yet."

He kissed her again, slow and soft. She shivered as Logan reached up to gently trace fingers over her cheek, ear, and neck. His mouth followed, planting kisses across her heated flesh, nibbling at her ear lobe, and tracing a line of fire down her neck with his tongue.

"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh no, let me pleasure you!"

"You will." He smiled as he began to slide down, kissing her writhing body as he went. "Eventually."

Any further protests were cut short by his lips closing around her right nipple. His hand stroked the curve of her other breast. The light pinch of his fingers on one was a sharp counterpoint to the warm embrace of his lips on the other.

Karen squirmed in helpless, blissful, confusion. This was nothing like she was used to. Sex, as she knew it, was an aggressive, demanding, and ultimately selfish act. Partners took what they wanted.

Once again, Logan confounded her by seeming to want nothing more than to give without regard to his desires. To simply lay there and bask in her rising pleasure felt wrong. Yet, the sensations coursing through her body were undeniable.

Facial hair tickled against her quivering belly as he slid lower. Little explosions of rapture raced up her nerves as his lips brushed against the inner curve of her thighs. His tongue traced lines of wet fire as Logan moved ever closer to her aching need. Closer, almost there. Karen braced for that first glorious contact... and groaned in disbelief as he moved away to resume kissing and nibbling at her thighs!

"Please!" Karen heard her own voice, uncertain if it was a plea for him to stop or for more. This could only end in frustration but it felt so very good...

Logan paused to raise his head and look at her. Mischief and lust danced in his dark green eyes. "What do you want? Tell me."

What did she want? The words rattled around in her head. Was this a trick? Some cruel mind game? No, she knew Logan was not that kind of man. It had to be a genuine question. As foreign as the very idea was to her, Karen had to accept that he truly wanted to tend to her pleasure more than his own!

"I want..." Karen wet her lips and spread her legs. She was no stranger to sex but to ask for something so personal, to admit out loud what it is she longed for, was alien to her. Such an admission required trust, a concept unknown to her until only very recently.

"Please kiss me... down there."

Logan teased her with feather-soft kisses across her inner thighs. "Don't be shy. Down where?"

"I want you to... to lick my pussy."

"Good girl." He grinned and lowered his head.

"Ah!" Karen cried, her back arching off of the moss as his tongue began to slide up between her folds. Logan explored every part of her dripping sex. It felt like an eternity before his tongue finally parted her lips and dipped into the seething cauldron of her most intimate parts.

The gentle, patient assault went on and on until the pleasure could not rise any higher, only for her to be proved wrong time and again. His tongue brushed lightly against her clit. His fingers slid inside, stroking at her inner walls.

Karen thrashed on the moss, gasping and trying to ignore the little voice of warning in her head whispering that this was the peak of her pleasure. That there would be nothing else except the lingering, hollow ache of being allowed no relief, no release.

Logan looked up at her, face shiny with her juices. His fingers continued to tease and dance inside of her. "Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it."

No, no, don't ask me. If she said it, the need would be real. As would the crushing reality of satisfaction denied, always denied. An eternity of frustration and low self-esteem lay behind her, undeniable, unending proof that no soul in Hell possessed the ability to do what she so desperately desired. Logan would be disappointed, and Karen humiliated, in her failure to embrace what was so generously offered.

"Tell me," he teased with soft words and a gentle touch that sent sparks dancing through her body.

"I want to cum!" Karen all but shrieked. It was both plea and prayer. A desperate, distant hope against the unending weight of her damnation.

His lips closed around her clit as his fingers curled up into her body and touched a part of herself she had not known was there. Electric touch scorched through her flesh. Her cries of mindless, sweeping pleasure bounced and echoed off of the cavern walls. Glorious, impossible orgasm exploded through her quivering flesh in crashing waves of fire and light.

Awareness of her surroundings came back slowly. He eased her back down with soft, lingering kisses. Karen lay gasping and staring at the ceiling, unable to form a coherent thought, unwilling to let go of the glorious sensations pulsing through her.

She could feel tears of joy spilling from her eyes and tiny aftershocks of post-orgasmic pleasure causing her muscles to twitch. The impossible made possible, all over again.

Logan climbed back up to lay beside her. She stared at him in wonder. "Who are you, Logan Proud Bear? What are you?"

He shrugged. "I keep getting asked that question but my answer hasn't changed. I'm just a regular guy in an unusual situation."

Karen just shook her head and stared at him. "You don't understand, do you? What you just did to me... that should not be possible without the venom of a demon. This..." she cupped and squeezed the bulge in his crotch. "should not be possible."

Logan chuckled and gave her nipple a light, teasing pinch. "Pleasuring a woman to orgasm isn't rocket science. It just takes a little skill and consideration, as I believe I just demonstrated to the lady's satisfaction."

Karen sighed and made a mental note to follow up on this conversation later. He needed to understand, but now was not the time for it. Instead, she leaned over and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. "I never imagined I could be happy again. Thank you for giving me this gift."

His smile was beautiful. "It is very much my pleasure to give it."

She moved to pleasure him in return but he stopped her with a gentle hand on her belly. "There is no rush." He murmured. "Catch your breath. We have all night."

Such a strange, wonderful man! she thought to herself, even as she obeyed and let herself bathe in the afterglow of her orgasm. He relaxed beside her, resting his head on one hand and amusing himself by continuing to torture her breasts with gentle teasing.

After a short time, Karen rose to her knees to look down at him, lying there half-naked in the moss. Reaching up behind her head, she slowly pulled out the sliver of bone that was holding her hair up. Leaning over and shaking down the silken mass, she let her hair trail over Logan's chest in a waterfall of touch and texture.

Karen's dark eyes looked out from behind a satin curtain of hair. "I've thought about this all day long." She bent low again, hiding everything from his hungry gaze behind a screen of dark hair.

His skin was warm against her lips as Karen worked her way down his chest, planting light kisses across the hard plates of muscle. She explored the sensitivity of his nipples with tongue and teeth.

Warm lips, wandering hands, and soft hair became a tantalizing mix of sensation as Karen worked her way down his body. Trailing fingers and hair across his skin, Karen licked, kissed, and nibbled her way across his hips and down his thighs, slowly coming closer and closer to the swollen erection in his pants. Not an inch of his torso was left unexplored on her journey down his strong body.

Gentle kisses were placed down the sides of Logan's stomach and hips as she worked the buttons loose to set free his desire. Karen hummed in ardent appreciation as the shaft rose to proud attention, brushing against her cheek.

"You should be naked all of the time." Karen declared as she patiently crawled backward, working the pants down and off of his legs. Once done, she crawled back up and settled between his legs.

Karen nuzzled and rubbed her face against his shaft and balls with a smile of pure hedonistic pleasure. "I really do love this dick."

"Show me," he said.

She started at his balls, fondling them in her palm while licking and nuzzling each one. Rolling them in her hands, Karen very gently squeezed them together as she sucked first and then the other into the warmth of her mouth, swirled her tongue around the sensitive orbs.

Slowly, she moved upward, teasing him as she licked and kissed her way up and down his rigid shaft. Brushing her lips past the head of his cock but never quite touching the aching flesh. Again and again, her lips drew close only for her to tilt her head and kiss his hips or nip his thigh instead.

Finally, with a wicked smile, she closed her lips around the velvet head. Karen moaned low in her throat savoring the size and weight against her tongue. Sliding her lips down, she felt the fullness of him in her mouth.

"That feels amazing, Karen!"

She could feel his hands settle onto the back of her head. For a moment, Karen froze. She braced herself against the discomfort of knowing Logan was about to try and shove his length all the way in.

Except that he didn't. His hands slid into her hair, gently encouraging her to take him deeper. There was no attempt to force, no selfish demand for more. Only a gentle encouragement to explore.

Free to make your own choices, he has said. Even now when she could feel his need to be balls deep in her throat, it was her decision. Emotions Karen did not recognize welled up in her chest, both exhilarating and frightening. Strangely, giving her that freedom only increased her determination to please him to the very best of her ability.

She opened her lips wide around his girth and sank lower, slowly taking him inch by inch into the warm wetness of her mouth. Sliding his length in and out, working it deeper and deeper until she could feel him pressed against the back of her throat.

With a moan, Karen pushed further trying to take as much of him in her throat as she could. She pressed forward, feeling her throat flex and close around the blunt-tipped shaft threatening to choke her. Again, until it felt like he might just bottom out into her stomach. Tears of effort sprang from her eyes but a thrill of accomplishment made it all worthwhile when she felt his pubes tickling against her lips.

Karen pulled back to gasp for air. "I did it!"

"You sure did." Logan smiled at her, laying between his legs. Lust burned in his eyes. "Now do it again."

Karen replied with action rather than words. She held his gaze, stoking the fires of their mutual desire, and slowly took him deep into her throat. Both of them gave voice to their pleasure and she could not decide which of them enjoyed it more.

She left no part of his manhood unexplored or unappreciated. Her hands glided up and down his spit slicked shaft. The velvet touch of her tongue went low to trace the shape of his balls, then high to explore the delicate ring of flesh beneath the swollen head.

Karen's lips kissed every ridge and vein from root to tip, even as she muttered soft whimpers of pleasure. Then, when it seemed Logan could take no more of her delicious teasing, she would swallow him again, driving him ever closer to the ragged edge of his self-control.

Logan tugged at her arms. "You keep that up and I'm gonna blow. I think that's enough foreplay, don't you think?"

His words brought a smile of anticipation to her wet lips. The temptation to milk him to completion was strong. Karen wanted to taste the seed that Beauty was so greedy for. Only the memory of how it felt to have him filling every inch of her hungry sex allowed her to resist the urge.

Soon. She promised herself, already savoring the idea of the many endless possibilities and positions they could, all three of them, explore together.

"Yes!" She nodded eagerly and climbed up his body. "Yes, please."

Kneeling over his hips, Karen reached down and guided his shaft into position. Logan smiled and lay back, resting his head on his hands. "Wow. Did you know that you are one seriously sexy woman?"

His words sent warm currents through her body, fanning the flames of her desire. She would show him alright! Karen hungered to see a look of ecstasy painted across his handsome face almost as much as she wanted to feel every inch of him stretching and filling the emptiness inside her body.

Throwing him a wicked grin, she began to flex her legs, bobbing up and down so that only the swollen knob pushed past her lips. Her folds parted around the blunt head, kissing the tip with the slippery nectar of her desire and the warmth of her sexual core. Logan's hips rocked upward but so did she, denying him from going any deeper.

"Tease." He groaned.

"Who me?" she offered in an innocent voice.

Logan opened his mouth to reply. Karen chose that moment to drop her weight, swallowing half of his length in one swift movement. Whatever he meant to say was lost in a soft growl of pure pleasure.

Karen rose and fell in a steady rhythm. As she had with her throat, Karen had to work to get all of him inside her lithe body. She struggled to catch her breath and to yield to the thick shaft invading the depths of her flesh.

Logan groaned, an animal noise deep in his chest. She watched the muscles in his chest, neck, and biceps tighten and flex with the effort to remain passive. His self-control was impressive but, quite suddenly, it became her driving need to be the reason he lost control. To give him the same uncontrollable pleasure he had given to her.

Taking a deep breath, she let her weight settle onto his hips. Her body surrendered to the full length and width of his hard length in her belly. A choking wail spilled from Karen's lips. It was painful. It was bliss.

Gently bouncing, she leaned back and reached down to stroke fingers between the wet lips of her sex, pulling his attention like a magnet. Karen moaned at the mingled sensations of her fingers on her clit, his shaft filling her belly, and his fevered gaze on her every move. She began to rock and masturbate in front of his eyes.

He had wanted her to give voice to her desire before. No longer hampered by fear and uncertainty, Karen felt a heady sense of freedom to do or say whatever she wanted. No judgment. No hesitation. Only pleasure for them both.

"Mmm, that feels so good." She moaned. "Your cock is so big inside of me. My little pussy is so full. See?" Karen spread her lips to give him a clear view of his dick buried inside her.

She smiled at the rumbling sounds of lust vibrating out of his chest and the hungry gleam in his eyes. She felt powerful and sexy.

Almost there, she thought.

"You like that?" Karen grinned, circled a fingertip around her pleasure button and gasped at the sudden, intense spike in sensation. SO did he as her sex reacted tightened around him. "You like seeing me impaled on that big cock?"

"Yes." He growled. "I do. What are you going to do about it?"

She started to move in slow circles. "I'm going to ride this dick." She moaned. The sensation blasting through her body was making it difficult to speak. "Squeeze it in my... oh... wet, little pussy until you fill my belly with your... ah!... hot cum."

"Good plan," Logan grunted.

Karen replied and fell forward to thrust her breasts into his face. She clenched her teeth at him in a feral, friendly grin. "It is, isn't it?"

She slammed her hips down, grunting at the sudden, merciless invasion of all that rigid meat going so deep, so suddenly. Like fucking a tree trunk! she thought.

Still, it was worth it to hear Logan's rumbling groan. That sound only encouraged her to redouble her efforts. It wasn't easy, especially with Logan licking and biting on her nipples, but it got easier with every aggressive thrust of her hips until her ass was slapping against his thighs with every roll of her hips.

Karen fucked him as fast and hard as she could, pistoning her ass up and down on his shaft. Just as she thought her strength would fail, Logan's impressive self-control finally snapped. With a growl, his hands shot forward to cup the cheeks of her ass.

In an instant, the illusion of control he had allowed her to enjoy was gone. One moment she was riding him. The next moment Karen could only hang on as he pulled her down and lifted his hips, driving his length into her deepest reaches.

One hand rose to tangle in her hair and pull her mouth down onto his. Their tongues danced together as he held her curled on his chest, legs splayed to either side as he pounded into her. She could only cry out in mindless pleasure and ride the charging bull she had let loose. Pulsing waves of orgasm swept over her again.

This time there was no offer of a gentle descent from pleasure. The fever and masculine need to plow and plunder was in control now. Before she could catch her breath, the world spun as he rolled her over onto her back and his weight settled between her thighs.

Intense pressure and pleasure swept across her body. Karen clawed at the moss and struggled to catch her breath. He began to move again. A voice screamed out a rising wail of lustful abandon, her voice.