Slaved to a Devil [lesbian] novel Chapter 29

Lauren

Elise’s body withers underneath me, and I can feel myself twitching at the painfully slow pace I am forcing my hips to stay at. I was hoping that by dragging this out and tiring myself out I wouldn’t be able to transform. I guess it doesn’t really matter if I do or not, since the last two times I have ‘demonised’ Elise was relatively safe.

After what felt like hours, which could have actually been hours, I pick up the pace a little, hitting Elise’s g-spot with every thrust and drawing out low moans from her delicate throat.

Her wet tight walls began to clench around me, telling me she is close to coming. I hold her there for a little longer before halting all movements wanting to drag this out longer which earns me a few punches to my chest from a now very frustrated Elise.

I chuckled lightly before driving into her so fast that she didn't expect it and caused her back to arch and arms to flail as they fell back to the bed.

I thrust faster and deeper bringing her built up orgasm back, but stop once more before she can fall over the edge.

“Come on,” she yells and falls back to the bed.

Circulating my hips to their previously slow pace I attack her neck again, tasting the small beads of sweat from her skin. My hand snakes to her clit again feeling the slickness of the amount of desire she has.

Drawing slow patterns over her rose bud of nerves I feel her orgasm slowly building again, but slow myself down once more to keep her at the edge.

“I want you,” she whispers, shocking me into stopping completely.

What did she just say? She couldn’t have said what I thought she said, it’s not possible, I’m just too lost in my fantasy that I imagined it.

“Lauren?”

Even if it were a fantasy, I will make her say it again, I am determined to, especially with only a few days left.

Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I lift her lower body off the mattress so I can hit her g-spot with more force and begin to slowly pull out and push in. Every thrust picks up the pace and becomes harder from the last.

Elise’s screams filled the room as her orgasm builds, but unlike all the previous times I continue to drive into her to bring myself pleasure.

Her walls deliciously squeeze my large appendage and the desire to roll my eyes to the back of my head and allow her to come on me rather than hold her at the edge simply just to have her tighten around me became tempting.

Instead I control her orgasm, building and building it up for what feels like hours as I push into her constantly gradual restricting walls.

When I feel myself nearing the edge, I release the prison I have over Elise and her body contorts and jolts underneath my own. The feeling of her very essence and her beautiful rose scent threw me over the edge after her, making me add my own warm thick juices to hers. The pulsing from both of us makes it hard to continue the thrusts at this size so I minimise myself a little in width before pumping into her faster than what I had moments ago.

I keep up with my fast pace, allowing her to climax for longer while I continue to cum inside of her myself. Her grip tightens on my back, her nails digging into my iron skin. Her breathing hitches as she continues to shake, to the point of losing strength and falling onto the mattress while still shaking.

Slowing down my thrusts until we are both finished, I drop to the bed, hugging her close to me and rolling so that she is laying on top of me. I remain inside of her, still feeling her clenching around me until I eventually fall asleep to her skin pressed against my own.

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Elise