Chapter 46 - Bed of Roses (2) | 19 (1/2)

Chapter 46 – Bed of Roses (2) | 19

“This is what you wanted. You should eat more.”

“Hhhh, ah… Ahhhh, Ishakan…!” Leah screamed, her voice shouting in protest, her mind l*sting for more.

“I’ll have to fill you up properly so that your mind won’t crave it for a while.”

Her helpless moans and whimpers resonated through the quiet night. The sound of slapping bodies and heavy breathing intensified. Her eyes glistened with tears, she could faintly glimpse the fluttering moonlight as she threw her head back. She dug her fingernails deep into his back, unrestrained. Her mind went blank, an incredible, indescribable pleasure swept her senses.

“Hick, haaaang!”

Leah let out seductive sobs and arched her hips. She climaxed, her nectar trickling down. She looked especially frail and sensual in the afterglow.

Then, a chill ran down her spine, her hands and feet wouldn’t stop trembling.

His grasp tightened, he did not stop. Instead, he pushed his still invigorated rod, deeper. He sucked the saliva dribbling down her open lips, nibbling her cheek as he did so.

“I’ll fill you up till you’re full today!” He declared.

***

How many times did they do it?

Leah had lost all semblance of reality, she could no longer tell where she ended and Ishakan began. After the second time, her memory blurred. All that remained was a faint recollection of their frenzied union; their last sliver of reserve had long escaped its shackles as Ishakan took her like a beast.

The last she remembered was her delirious scream; cries of ecstatic pleasure. It seemed like she had fainted after that. She hadn’t eaten properly in order to prepare for the banquet, so it was only natural that her body could not handle it, after she engaged in such fierce lovemaking.

Leah forced her leaden eyelids to open. She desperately needed to moisten her parched throat. Water, I need water.

“…”

A long piece of fluttering cloth caught her eye. It was a curtain, embroidered with elaborate patterns, freely flittering with the wind. Her consciousness slowly returned to her, she began to notice her surroundings. Her eyes stared vacantly, as if studying the intricate patterns on the curtains.

Leah found herself in a quiet dark room. A haze of smoke placed a filter, the silence so intense that even the inaudible whirlwind of dust could be heard.

Peeking through the window, silver light from the perfectly rounded moon shone through. A world of stars painted the sky, allowing her to see a prism of small, glittering gems, that dotted the sky through the clear glass panes.

It was surreal. Leah felt someone touching her hair. Her eyelids fluttered continuously, trying to comprehend whether she was still in a dream, or this trance was a reality. The warmth that playfully touched and gently combed through her hair was reassuring.

After a while of feeling the touch, she realized that she was lying on a bed. Her head was resting against a warm, firm mound – to be precise, she was using a taut thigh as a pillow.