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Emerie gasped, arms wrapped tightly around Hemlock, stroking his face, his head, fingers combing through his hair, clutching at his back, his arms. He was busy sucking on one of her nipples, his fingers between her legs, stroking her clit. His touch was a wonderful fire, leaving her throbbing, hips arching into him. The hand he had on her inner thigh tightened, his tongue licked before teeth grazed her nipple, pleasure shooting through to her core.
Somehow his touch had pleasure reaching deeper than just her clit. It burned along the high point of her pelvis between her hips. A surprised grunt left her, toes curling. Her nails dug into his shoulders.
He laughed, the sound having her back arching, moaning, legs trying to wrap around him.
"That feels… so deep," she gasped out.
Hemlock didn't pause in pleasuring her, but took his mouth from her. She met his blue gaze, heart pounding. A small smile grew on his face.
"How deep?" he asked.
She whimpered, head tossing back, which he quickly took advantage of, placing kisses up her chest, her neck. He came so close to capturing her lips with his, breathing her in.
She struggled beneath him, tensing, so close, all of her seeming to burn now, pleasure racing up her spine from her core.
"My cervix," she got out. "I think."
The laugh he let out was so delicious it had her reaching her end with a desperate cry. Her hips thrusted as he pleasured her through it, all of her seeming to clench, and tense, again, again.
Hemlock took advantage of her open mouth, kissing her, tongue exploring. He rested on his elbow, putting more weight on her, his free hand grazing her throat, and making her moan into him.
A whimper left her as it all became too much. He pulled his hand away, wet, gloved fingers grazing her lower abdomen, making it hard to breathe.
He pulled out of the kiss. His tone was breathless, gravelly with excitement as he surmised, "So, your cervix can feel pleasure."
Emerie wasn't sure she liked where this was going, but oh, at the same time she loved it.
She nodded, legs wrapping around him, loving the feel of all his bare skin against hers. His hardness pressed at her hip, and she ran a hand down him before gripping his cock. He grunted, tensing, before his hips glided into her hand.
"I believe so."
"Oh, I'm going to have so much fun with this," he groaned.
Before she knew it, his fingers were between her legs again, the leather so smooth and delightful when wet. His long middle finger dipped into her. He curled it before it was all the way in, and did so hard. Pleasure burst through her so suddenly that she grunted.
Fire pulsed higher up despite him not touching her there yet.
Oh, she needed him so badly, even as she was rendered helpless and sensitive from her orgasm. She gripped his cock hard, hopefully impressing upon him how much she wanted him.
With a groan, he uncurled his finger and slid it in all the way. He was able to touch her cervix with a hard thrust against her.
Emerie had expected pain, but what she hadn't been expecting was the jolt of intense pleasure that stabbed through her, up into her stomach, and traveling up her entire spine.
A desperate moan left her, hips riding his finger. Hemlock moaned too, moving his finger around, gently stimulating her cervix. She was practically on fire between her legs from him, and she needed more. When he added a second finger it wasn't enough, even as she clenched around him. She wanted that feeling of fullness, of his cock pressing against all her nerves, lighting up her entire core till she was senseless.
"I need you," she breathed between moans and grunts.
She wasn't very good at pleasuring him at the moment, so lost in the waves of heat that spread out from the touch of his fingers, and she might have been squeezing his cock to the point of pain.
"You like me touching your cervix?" he asked.
Emerie whimpered, nodding.
"It's quite low right now in your cycle. Are you sure you can handle my cock?"
"I need… I need…."
"The rhythm?" he supplied.
Emerie whimpered, nodding.
Hemlock kissed her, letting out a deep groan into her mouth.
"I want you to fill me," she breathed, holding his face close.
His fingers curled slightly, pressing up. Her mouth opened with a gasp, and his lips found hers. She whimpered against him as pleasure exploded through her, down to her toes, up to her head.
"Oh, I like this little spot," he practically groaned when he pulled out of the kiss. "You like that, Emerie?"
"Yes. Oh, yes."
In moments, his rhythmic tapping and glides against the side of her cervix had her coming so hard she couldn't see straight. It pulsed through her endlessly, his fingers feeling bigger in her with every contraction. She came so hard she might have shed tears, crying out over and over, lost in wonderful, pulsing heat.
With one cry, Hemlock kissed her again. His fingers were as relentless as her orgasm, and his tongue in her mouth left her helpless.
He pulled his fingers out when her body went limp, slowly caressing her thigh, her hip, her ass, glove all wet from having been in her. Oh, it felt so good. She hummed her delight into his mouth, and he did the same.
He pulled away to gasp, "I am going to pummel your cervix till we both lose our kriffing minds."
The promise had her moaning, holding him tighter, hips rocking against him.
"Someone's eager."
"If it feels better than this, of course I am."
"I hope you can take all of me today."
"Me too."
Emerie let Hemlock pull away, and roll her over onto her stomach. He brought her to the edge of the bed, standing behind her. She nearly moaned just imagining how much more forceful he could be when standing. He dragged her to her hips up to him. Emerie kept her front half low, knowing he could get deeper this way. She gasped as he shoved her down further, lying on the bed, her head cradled in her arms.
"Keep this up for me," he said, massaging her ass, pulling her a bit higher.
She tingled from how exposed this made her feel, and how he'd be in charge, Emerie even unable to have good leverage to rock into him in this position.
Small sounds of pleasure escaped them both when he brought the head of his cock to her entrance, rubbing it around in her wetness, even the thickness of him a brutal promise. His moan was louder than hers as he pushed in, and just the sound of his voice kindled a fire deep inside her.
Hemlock held her hips hard, tugging on them as he thrusted in. Immediately, Emerie felt so full from him, barely able to handle it, especially as he went in, and in, not pausing to get her adjusted. Oh, how that made her burn.
In this position, there was nowhere to go when he hit that deep, pleasurable spot within her, leaving her crying out. She could only grip the sheets and try to get through it. Hemlock pressed tighter and tighter against her. Oh, blast, he seemed even bigger in this position. He had a hand against her lower back, holding her down, and he fully sheathed himself in her, hurting her in the best way. Her mind enjoyed the challenge of having all of him in her, of seeing just what she could take.
A rough groan left him.
"Kriff, your cervix feels so good."
She accidentally squealed as he started slow, simply rolling his hips, the head of his cock massaging her nice and deep, pressing so hard the sensation traveled into her stomach. In seconds she was desperate for him, hips trying to move, needing him like she needed air.
"Please, please, please. Oh, Royce."
"Mmph! And to think, I've barely gotten started."
With his first thrust, pleasure shot up into her chest, making her cry out. He grunted, the sound ending in a growl that shivered up her spine, making her tighten around him.
Knowing she loved the sound of his voice, he said, "Oh, good girl, Emerie. You like me filling you? You like being kriffed with a big cock?"
"Y-yes. Oh my stars…"
"There we go. Let's get it nice and deep. Kriff!"
He was slow about pulling out, letting her feel every hot, thick centimeter of him; but would then slam back in; pain joining pleasure; surging like a burning ache through her. It wasn't long before he was pulling nearly all the way out before fully burying himself in her. And oh, with how full she was she wanted him to cum, imagined how it would feel right up against her cervix, pulsing, and wet, and burning, all for her.
Hemlock laughed again, and she moaned, writhing beneath him.
"Oh, yes, that's it. Mmph, oh, kriff, Emerie."
Her entire core was filled with pleasure from his thrusts, and she lost herself to it, and to the way his voice seemed to vibrate through her. The touch of his hands was fire, the pounding of his body against hers a perfect stinging pressure that quickly became an ache. He leaned over her, left hand wrapping around her throat, murmuring all kinds of obscene things into her ear, lips grazing it as he spoke. His body worked hers hard, till each thrust had her crying out from pain as well as pleasure, and still she needed more, that deep fire taking over all she was.
Emerie cried out into Hemlock's mouth as he turned her head and kissed her, a hungry growl leaving him. The kiss was rough, teeth biting, driving her mad. Oh, he was relentless in every way, till she could barely take it. Emerie tightened and tightened around him, legs trying to close. With her ass up for him, Hemlock was able to reach a hand between her legs, fingering her swollen clit, making her shudder, and whine.
When she came she saw stars, and white, and became nothing but the deep pleasure shooting and pulsing through her, more intense than any pain or pleasure she'd ever experienced before. She might have screamed as she rode it out, might have writhed beneath Hemlock as he rolled his hips in sinuous motions, staying deep in her, his hand as unforgiving as his cock.
Minutes could have passed like that and she wouldn't have known for sure. When the world began to make sense again, she was whimpering and crying out beneath Hemlock, part of her still spasming. His cock rested right against her cervix, pressing hard. Hemlock was kissing her jaw, voice heavy and gravelly with pleasure and want. He had an arm wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her to him, and he was a wonderful weight atop her, all sweaty, bare skin, practically melding with her. His hand that had been between her legs was at her abdomen, feeling so big against her as he held her close.
She tossed her head to try and move her sweaty bangs off her face. Hemlock noticed, touch gentle as he brushed her hair back, kissing her all along her cheek. His hips rolled, and she gasped, grabbing onto his arms. The small laugh he let out against her ear sent a shiver through her. In seconds, his touch, the fullness of him in her had her throbbing, trying to work her hips against him, but to no avail. She was under his control.
"Somebody's quite hungry today," he purred. He pressed in, in, making her scream and throb, and dig her nails into his arms, trying to squirm. "Nowhere to go," he breathed, sounding quite pleased at this. She moaned as he brushed his lips against her ear. "Can you still handle me?"
"I don't know," she whimpered, even as she wanted more. Still, it was almost too intense for her to handle.
"Well, you're just going to have to try, now won't you?"
Emerie nodded, and he kissed her temple.
"That's my girl."
His words sent pleasurable tingles shooting through her, seeming to light up every nerve ending.
"Or we could try a different position," he murmured, breath hot against her ear. "Though make no mistake, I'll be just—as—deep."
When she moaned, he chuckled, and nipped at her ear. A small, playful growl left him that had her squirming.
"I want to try another position," she managed to say.
Hemlock's teeth grazed up the shell of her ear, leaving her too hot to think properly.
When he pulled out Emerie felt cold, empty, even as her body throbbed from him. Oh, how she wanted him back in her. She even seemed to burn deep with want. She was helpless as he moved her the way he wanted, rolling her onto her side. His manhandling left her desperate, breathless. Hemlock had her bend her knees, and he grabbed her left leg, glove hot and soft against her bare skin. He opened her legs, and straddled her right one, even as he tugged her other leg up against his body. She felt so exposed like this, to the point where she was nearly terrified. But, oh, she could see him in this position, see how sweat beaded on his skin, how he was flushed from exertion, his hair falling in his face, his eyes filled with fire despite their cold blue.
When Hemlock placed the head of his cock back in her, she whimpered, one hand gripping the sheets hard, the other pressing up against his abdomen. Oh, this let her feel his muscles move as he thrusted in. He glided in in one smooth motion, till her cervix was on fire from him, and all of her felt too full in the best way. Her nails dug into his abdomen, and his pained hiss had pleasure shooting to her toes.
Emerie loved everywhere they touched in this position, feeling so close to him, getting to feel and enjoy so much of him, all while he was still deep, still in total control.
Hemlock had her crying out and whimpering almost immediately.
At one point she hugged the pillow to herself, turning her face into it from how intense this was, and he grabbed her jaw, demanding, "Look at me."
His eyes blazed, seeming to see down to her marrow, taking in the whole of her, burning and freezing her very mind. He pressed her left leg back, till he leaned over, capturing her lips with his. Something about him pounding deep into her while they kissed was perfect, and she melted against him, left arm wrapping around him. She couldn't hold him tight enough, close enough, crying out into his mouth as deep pleasure threatened to destroy her.
Emerie pulled away to sob, to beg. Hemlock didn't ease up, just gave her the pleasure she needed, her muscles tensing, toes curling. Her nails drew blood from his back, his wince making her kiss him again, needing those swollen lips against hers, to see if she could get her tongue behind his teeth. Did he have to look so wonderful while in pain?
Hemlock pulled back to groan out, "Touch yourself."
Whimpering, she obeyed, the way he was on her, her legs so open, making her so close to being too sensitive, so close to coming. She listened to that pleasure, burning, pounding, aching. Touching her clit had the pleasure in her cervix seem to double, and in seconds she was coming, Hemlock's hand over her mouth to muffle her scream. Yet he was loud as well, voice rough as he cried out, thrusting into her spasming body. Pleasure reached new heights till it hurt, till she needed to hold him close just to get through it. Even then she could barely handle it.
A scream left Hemlock, his hips moving with abandon, driving her closer and closer to insanity, her body fighting his as she was unable to take it. But, oh, then he was finishing deep in her, his burning cum pulsing against her cervix so pleasurable that she forgot everything but that sensation, not even possessing a name, just burning and burning into nothingness.
No amount of screaming could even come close to sharing a shred of what she was feeling, and so she stopped, lying there, lost in it, lost in Hemlock. His hand left her mouth, and he glided in and out of her, so gentle now. His groans and growls had the edge of a whine to them. With a long, rumbling groan, he relaxed against her. He pulled out slowly, running a hand down her body in adoration.
For the few seconds Hemlock got off of her to lie behind her, she missed him, but soon his body was wrapping around hers, rocking gently. That was how she came back to herself, with Hemlock's lips against the side of her neck, feeling his gasps and pants.
Long minutes passed before either of them could talk, but those minutes were filled with caresses and gentle kisses, Emerie seeing a side of Hemlock she knew no one else saw. It nearly had her heart aching with something she feared to name.
"I fear I have gotten too used to playing with your body," Hemlock breathed, just the sound of his voice like a caress.
"I'm not sure what you mean."
"It's far too addicting."
"Hmm, at least it's good for something."
Perhaps the words were bitter, but Emerie hadn't meant them that way. That was the truth. She had no idea why she had been created, but with Hemlock, she was given new purpose, not with solely her mind, but with her body as well.
Hemlock caressed her side, her arm, sighing. "Emerie, you're good for many things. I'm glad to have you here."
His words brought tears to her eyes, and she snuggled closer, feeling his heart beating against her back.