ushernet Chapter 292- I Know...
Chapter 292- I Know...
The words hit different out here.
Not in the stone room. Not between walls. Out here in the open cold desert, under the fat amber moon, said in that same warm, conversational tone he used for everything — what a dirty little bitch — landing like a palm against her cheek.
"Don’t say that—" Her voice cracked in half. "Don’t — Cruxius — please don’t call me—"
He leaned down over her.
His lips found her left nipple.
He took it in his mouth and sucked — hard, deliberate, rolling the stiff little peak between his lips with focused, unhurried intention, his tongue pressing flat against the sensitive bud and dragging across it in slow, devastating strokes while his fingers kept working the mess they’d made between her thighs.
Nano’s eyes went hollow.
Not rolled back. Not scrunched closed. Just — hollow. Wide open and aimed at the stars above her with an expression that had passed the border of overwhelmed and arrived somewhere quieter and more broken on the other side.
"Hah—" The sound came from the back of her throat, thin and continuous, like a kettle not quite boiling. "Hah— hah— hah—"
He lifted his mouth from her nipple just far enough to speak against the flushed, wet skin of her breast.
"What a dirty bitch you are," he said. Almost affectionate.
"S-stop—" Her eyes flooded again, fresh tears cutting clean lines down her sandy cheeks. "Stop saying — it’s embarrassing — please — it’s so embarrassing — I’m not—"
"You’re soaking the sand, Nano."
A sob wrenched out of her chest.
Because she was. She could feel it — the cold grains beneath her ass gone warm and damp from her own release, her inner thighs coated, his hand a glossy, obscene mess from her continued arousal. The evidence of what her body was doing was everywhere and unavoidable and she hated it and she hated that she couldn’t stop and she hated most of all the way her hips kept rolling upward toward his fingers even as her mouth begged him to stop.
He sucked her nipple back into his mouth.
Her back left the sand again.
"AAANGH~!!! CRUXIUS—!!"
He pulled his fingers out.
She made a sound at the loss — a small, embarrassing, needy sound that she would have denied making if asked — her cunt clenching visibly around nothing, the swollen lips flushing darker with sudden deprivation.
He looked at his wet hand.
Then at her.
Then he stood up.
One fluid, easy motion, rising to his full height above her sprawled, sandy, thoroughly-wrecked small body. His cock hung thick and hard in the moonlight, glistening, the skin pulled tight and flushed dark with arousal, the heavy head catching the amber light.
"Get on your knees," he said.
Something in his voice had shifted.
Still warm. Still that same conversational ease. But underneath it now — something tighter. Something that had been patient for a very long time and was done being patient.
Nano heard it.
She rolled onto her side first, then pushed up slowly — arms shaking, thighs slick and trembling, sand stuck to every inch of her front from nipple to ankle. She found her knees in the cold sand, both palms pressing flat in front of her, her small ass rising behind her, her swollen pink pussy fully exposed and visibly soaked between her thighs.
She looked back at him over her shoulder.
Her eyes were wet. Her lower lip was swollen slightly from biting it. Sand was pressed into the line of her jaw and the soft skin beneath her ear. The silver collar caught the moonlight and threw it back in a clean, clear line.
She looked, despite everything — beautiful. Devastatingly, unfairly, pornographically beautiful in the cold desert night, her small flushed body trembling in the sand, her puffy cunt glistening below the pink skin of her ass.
He crouched behind her.
His hands found her hips — both thumbs pressing into the soft flesh above her hip bones with a grip that would leave pale bruises come morning — and he positioned himself.
"Cruxius—" Her voice came out small. Not quite a question. Not quite a plea.
"Beautiful," he said simply.
His cock pressed against her anal again.
"W-wait—" Her fingers curled into the sand immediately. "Wait, I was just — the fingers — it was already — please don’t just—"
He pushed.
Pah.
"NGHH~!! HAAH~!! Cruxius—OUNGHHH~!!"
The entry was faster this time. Not brutal — but no longer the agonizing crawl of before, his cum from earlier still slicking her passage enough that his crown breached the first ring of resistance in one smooth, controlled push that seated him an inch inside before her body caught up to what was happening.
Pah! Pah!
"HIEKK~!! S-slow—AAANGH~!! Pl—NGHH~!!"
He pulled her hips backward with both hands while he drove forward, meeting in the middle, the collision sinking him halfway inside in one stroke.
Nano’s head dropped between her shoulders.
Her arms almost gave out again. She locked her elbows by pure reflex, forcing herself to stay upright on her knees, her small body rocking forward with each thrust, her hanging tits swinging in long arcs beneath her chest, the cold undersides slapping lightly against her forearms on the forward rock.
Pah! Pah! PAH!
"AANHGH~!! HIEEENGHTT~!! I — HAAAAHH~!!"
"Hold still," he said. His voice was steady. His hips were not slow.
"I CAN’T—NGHHHH~!! It’s — it’s too — KYAAANGHH~!!"
He sank to the hilt.
Her back arched involuntarily, sharply, her chin lifting toward the stars, her mouth open and silent for two full seconds while her body processed the total fullness of having him completely buried inside her anal passage — every inch packed in, his hips flush against the soft skin of her ass, his heavy balls resting warm against her soaked, clenching cunt.
Then —
"AAAIIYAANGHH~!!!"
The sound ripped out of her and the desert ate it whole.
Pah! Pah! PAH! PAH!
"NGHAA~!! HAAIYAANGH~!! CR—AAANGHH~!!"
He fucked her on her knees in the cold sand under the orange moon and he did not hold back.
The slow, careful entry of before had been lubrication. This was different. This was his hips finding a rhythm and locking into it — deep, driving strokes that pulled her back by the hips to meet every forward thrust, his cock dragging the full length of her tight passage on every withdrawal and then burying itself completely on every return, the wet slapping sound of his hips against her ass ringing out sharp and clean in the open night air.
Her tits swung wildly beneath her.
Pah! Pah! PAAAH!
"HIEKK~!! OUUUNGH~!! Ha—HAAAH~!! Stop — please — AAANGHH~!!"
Her knees dug deeper into the cold sand with every forward rock, the grains piling up against her kneecaps, grinding against her shin bones. Her palms pressed flat beside them, fingers splayed, nails scraping lines in the cool grains every time a deeper thrust punched the air from her lungs.
’Too much,’ her mind kept circling. ’Too much — he’s too deep — I can feel him in my — why does it — why does my pussy—’
Her cunt was clenching with every thrust.
Not because he was touching it. Not because of anything external. Just — the pressure of his cock through her thin inner walls, pressing against her soaked pussy from the inside, stimulating her g-spot through the membrane with every deep drive in a way that was making her absolutely lose her mind.
Her arousal ran freely down her inner thighs. Dripped from her puffy, swollen cunt lips in a continuous, visible stream, hitting the cold sand in small, dark splatters beneath her hanging, swaying body.
Pah! Pah! PAH!
"NGHH~!! It’s — HIEEENGHTT~!! — coming — something’s — AAANGHH~!! Cruxius I’m—"
"I know." Two words. Completely calm.
PAAAH!
"KYAAANGHHHH~!!!"