Midnight Eternal Page 4

  Finally he pulled back and looked up at me. “Breakfast was delicious, butterfly. Now I’ll feed you.”

  I wondered what he meant because I’d just eaten, but when he stood and unzipped his pants, I knew his intentions.

  My eyes were trained on the small bead of fluid that clung to the tip of his cock as he moved past me. A few cranks of the handle and I’d been lowered so that my mouth was level with his erection.

  “Open,” he commanded and I complied instantly.

  “Stick out your tongue, butterfly.” When I did as he asked, he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down the length of my tongue, giving me a sample of his delicious flavor.

  “I am going to use your mouth for my pleasure,” he explained as he placed the bell into my hand. “This is now your safe word. If you need me to stop, you will drop the bell. Do you understand?”

  I nodded, not having permission to withdraw my tongue. “One more thing, little girl…” He reached down and inserted the silver orb into my pussy, leaving the cord hanging out. “You can’t come until I do, so I suggest you suck hard and use that tongue of yours.”

  He held the control to the egg in his hand and turned it on so that it pulsed slowly inside me. My walls were already sensitive from last night and the orgasm he’d just given me, so I knew I wouldn’t last long. Knowing this, I closed my mouth around him and began sucking hard. I moved my head up and down over his shaft, my tongue licking the tip with every pass.

  “Such a good little butterfly,” my Master groaned before changing the mode on the egg, increasing the pulse speed.

  I whimpered at the sensation, then knowing I wouldn’t have long if he continued changing speeds, I sucked even harder.

  “So perfect.” He moved his hips and fucked my face with short thrusts. I was grateful he wasn’t pressing all of the way in, as I wasn’t able to accommodate his length in my mouth.

  The egg vibrated relentlessly in my pussy, causing fluid to drip from my center onto the floor. I whimpered around his cock, pleading for mercy with my eyes. He looked down at me and smiled before turning the egg up one more click. The vibrations nearly sent me over the edge right then, so I tried to push the sensation from my mind, concentrating only on what I was doing.

  My hand shook, which made the bell jingle, but I wasn’t going to drop it. I could do this! I knew he was close; I could feel his cock swelling. “Fuck, my butterfly, so good, so fucking good.” He thrust a few more times then grunted, “Come with me, butterfly. Come.”

  The moment his come hit the back of my throat, I allowed my own release. First I felt the egg, then the fluid leave my body as I crashed over the edge. I couldn’t think about it, though, because I needed to focus on swallowing the deliciousness that continued to fill my mouth.

  Looking up into his eyes, I swallowed repeatedly. He rubbed his thumb over my cheek. “Such a good girl. That’s it, drink it all.”

  He pulled back and kissed his way down my stomach, then lapped up the remnants of my orgasm.

  “I want you to speak to me, butterfly. Tell me how you are feeling.”

  “I feel wonderful, my Master.” And I did; I felt amazing again, just like every time he gave me his come.

  “Tell me about it. Do you feel stronger? Faster? Has your vision or hearing improved?”

  I concentrated on my body and senses. “I can hear a humming coming from somewhere on the other side of the door, Master.”

  He nodded. “Good girl. That’s the refrigerator. Anything else?”

  “Master, I can see better…a lot better, and I do feel stronger.”

  “How strong, little one? Show me.”

  When I squeezed the bell in my hand, I felt it give a little. I squeezed it harder and I heard the crunch. Opening my hand, I showed my Master.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t know I could break it,” I said as I stared at the now mangled piece of metal.

  “Guess I’m going to have to spank that ass for destruction of property.”

  “I’m sorry, Master!” I truly was, but before I could even feel sad, he laughed, letting me know he was joking.

  “You’d like it too much if I paddled that bottom of yours. Wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes, Master,” I said, hanging my head.

  “Do not be ashamed that you enjoy my touch. I do plan on spanking you many times in the future, but right now, I have other plans for your body.”

  I shivered in anticipation at his words. He turned the handle and raised me so that we were just about eye level. “Look at me, little one.”

  Because I was focusing on his eyes, I didn’t notice his hand moving until two fingers slammed into me, causing me to gasp.

  “Tell me, butterfly…whose pussy is this?”

  “Yours,” I groaned as his fingers pressed into me roughly.

  “And there is only one purpose for this pussy. Tell me its purpose.”

  “Its only purpose is to bring you pleasure.”

  “Yes, that is correct. And right now, I am going to use it for just that. I know it’s sore, but I also know that you want nothing more than to give me pleasure. Isn’t that right, butterfly?”

  “Yes, Master,” I answered proudly.

  “In a moment, I am going to fuck that pussy. I will take from it what I want, use it as I see fit. Unless you use one of your safe words, I won’t stop until I’m finished with it. What I am doing is purely for me. Now, if that naughty little body of yours happens to find pleasure in my fucking, you may come, but do not think that I will slow or stop for your rapture. I am fucking you because that pussy belongs to me, plain and simple. And right now, I want to use my pussy to get myself off. If you’re a good girl, I might consider allowing you to decide where I come, so while I’m fucking you raw, I’d like you to choose between in you or on you.”

  His words might have offended some, but for me, I was beyond turned on. I was sore, and I knew it would hurt, but I was pretty sure I’d pass out from pain before I’d use a safe word.

  “Whose pussy is this?” he repeated, spreading my lips wide with his index finger and thumb while rubbing his hard cock between the now stretched folds.

  “Yours, Master,” I panted.

  “Mine,” he growled, thrusting in with such force that I was lifted from the seat and impaled on his shaft, causing me to scream out in both pain and pleasure. His hands gripped my hips and held me in place. “Mine,” he repeated, withdrawing and thrusting again, making me cry out even more loudly.

  His pace was relentless as he assaulted my pussy with his cock. My words were incoherent as I moaned, screamed, begged, and pleaded with him. For what I was pleading, I wasn’t sure. It wasn’t that I wanted him to stop; it was more that I had no idea how to handle the sensations he was causing.

  Several minutes later, though it felt like hours, I lost all control and balled my hands into fists as the first of many orgasms ripped its way through my body.

  “Do you see that, butterfly? Do you see how your come is coating my cock?” He looked between us as his shaft appeared then disappeared into my glistening pink pussy. It amazed me that he could still speak intelligibly, while all I could do was vacillate between whimpering and screaming. “Do you know why my cock is coated in your come?”

  “Ahhh,” was all I could manage as he continued his relentless pace. “Uh…it’s because…um…” I tried to think, but with his head touching that spongy place inside of me, I couldn’t seem to form a complete thought.

  “Your pussy is coating my cock with come,” he informed me, thrusting faster than before, “because you are a little slut—my little slut.”

  “Yes, Master!” I squealed just before another orgasm rendered me nearly speechless.

  “And your body…your pussy knows it is only here for me, to please me.” I whimpered and prepared for the next orgasm and the next, though I had no control. Each one rocketed through me, leaving me more breathless than the one before.

  “Look at this pussy,” he said, ramming himse
lf in deeper and staying there. “Look at how we fit together.” Glancing between us, I saw the pink lips of my pussy stretched tight around his cock. “And look at this clit.” He rubbed it with his thumb and then pinched it. I squealed at the electrical impulses that shot straight from the bundle of nerves to every inch of my body.”

  “My pussy,” he growled and began fucking me again, though he didn’t remove his thumb.

  “Master! Master! Please!” I was begging him to stop, the sensation completely overwhelming. “Please stop! I’m going to…” But it was too late. I felt the muscles of my abdomen tense, along with the muscles of my ass. Looking between us, I watched in both amazement and horror as the fluid shot from my body, covering the chest and abdomen of my Master. He didn’t seem to care I was squirting, because he continued to fuck me and pinch and pull on my clit.

  “Such a good little girl,” he growled, somehow thrusting harder and faster. “Your body pleases me. Where would you like my come?”

  I’d thought the decision would be simple…that I would want him to come deep inside of me, coating my walls with his essence. In that moment, however, with the way he was looking at me—like my body was his, just his for the taking—I knew what I wanted. As always, what I wanted was what would please my Master the most.

  “Ungh,” I groaned as another thrust left me nearly speechless. “Ungh…on…me…ungh…please, Master…come…on…ungh…me.”

  The smile on his face let me know I’d made the right decision. He thrust a dozen or so more times, each motion slamming his hips against mine, until he withdrew and held his cock like a fireman holds a hose.

  As his hand pumped over his shaft quickly, spurts of white come began to spray onto my body. The first hit my stomach—a thick line beginning at my right hip bone, crossing over my navel, and ending on my ribs just under my left breast. The second landed above the first, coating my nipple in his stickiness. The sight was so hot that I wanted to watch each stream hit my body, but when the third hit my cheek, streaking up past the bone and into my hair, I involuntarily closed my eyes. While they were closed, I felt another stream hit my face and coat my lips, and yet another splash onto my other breast. The final shot was just above my clit, and I shivered in excitement as the fluid began to drip between my folds. Opening my eyes, I gasped in awe. I’d seen come shots like this while watching porn, but I’d always assumed that it was trick photography. I’d never believed there was a way anyone could come that much, yet there I was, with it covering my body.

  “You look perfect, butterfly.” I smiled and poked my tongue out to lick my come-coated lips. “Don’t move, little one. You look breathtaking and I’d like to capture that image.”

  I sat perfectly still as he used a pencil and sketchpad to draw me. I loved the feel of his come moving slowly over my flesh, and as I sat there and listened to the scratching sound, my eyelids began to feel heavy. The last thing I remembered was the look of satisfaction in his eyes as he took in my body.

  “Oh fuck, babygirl,” I heard my Master whisper. “Lick your lips, butterfly,” he commanded. I was so tired, but my tongue poked out and gathered some of the delicious fluid. Within moments, it felt like I’d consumed an energy drink. My eyes opened and I watched him move quickly, unbuckling each of my wrist restraints and then my legs.

  Before he could even finish, the effects of the small amount of come I’d consumed wore off. I didn’t know if he wanted to use me again, but I couldn’t fight the sleep.

  “Sorry, Master…tired,” I mumbled as he lifted me in his arms. I struggled to stay awake, but as I settled my head against his chest, sleep won out.

  “It’s alright, my beautiful butterfly. You served me well.”

  Chapter Five

  Master

  She was perfect—a work of art, really. I was surprised at the amount of fluid that erupted from my body, but I’d just eaten from her, and fucking her had been incredible. The way she looked wearing my come made me want to take her again, and I might have after I finished sketching the work of art that stood in front of me if she wouldn’t have nearly passed out.

  I saw her eyes flutter closed for a moment and I thought she was just basking in the feel of my come, but when her body started to go limp and her torso was being held up only by the wrist restraints, I became concerned. “Lick your lips, butterfly,” I had urged her. Her tongue poked out and she licked at the fluid. It had given her enough of an energy burst that she was able to open her eyes, but she’d fallen back to sleep right after I’d released the buckles.

  I carried her into the bathroom where I filled the tub with warm water. As much as I loved the way her body looked covered in my come, I couldn’t very well put her to bed like that.

  I began by washing her face, then worked my way down her body from her breasts to her pussy. I was pleasantly surprised when my hand moved between her legs with the washcloth. Despite being out cold, she spread them wide. She was such a good submissive, even when she was asleep.

  The final thing I did was wash her hair because some of my come had landed there, as well. Once finished, I dressed her in my shirt again and held her in my arms on the couch in the living room. I’d removed her play collar before the bath, so when she woke, she could speak freely. I wanted to know how it felt right before she fell asleep.

  Finally laying her down, I sketched pictures of her to pass the time. When she shifted in her sleep, a waft of the scent of her arousal filled the air around me. I stifled a growl as the animalistic side of me imagined flipping her over the arm of the couch—regardless of her state of consciousness—and fucking her pussy until it was so full of my come that she had to wake up.

  Of course, the part of me that was in love with her…her mate…would never do that to her. Not so much because I thought it was wrong, but because I was afraid it would harm her. The truth was, had she been Bocaj I wouldn’t have thought twice about fucking her whenever or however I wanted. But she wasn’t, and until I fully understood the effects my come had on her, I wouldn’t take any chances.

  I’d been able to control myself with her—not going primal and injecting her with my toxin—but I didn’t want to take any chances, so I decided to step onto the balcony and get some sun. It was probably unnecessary, but when it came to my mate, there was no reason to risk putting her in danger.

  Keeping the door open so I would know when she woke, I lay on the chaise lounge and allowed the evening sun to soak into my skin.

  I closed my eyes, feeling my cells come alive while reliving our most recent scene. I wasn’t surprised that she’d allowed me to fuck her even though she had to have been sore. It was what my butterfly did—she served her Master. I’d fucked her hard, too, though I’d obviously held back quite a bit. I wanted her and her pussy to know just what I could do to them.

  She’d surprised me when she chose to have me come on her rather than inside of her. When given the choice in the past, Gretchen, as well as my other former Bocaj submissives, would either reply, “Whatever pleases you, Sir,” or “Inside of me.” My butterfly was the first to ask me to mark her that way, and damn if it wasn’t exactly what I would have chosen.

  The way she looked coated in my come made me want to take her out and parade her around so that all of the males would know she was mine. In many species, including Bocaj, males marked a female as theirs by coating her in their scent. Primitive, yes, but also effective, and the thought had my cock twitching.

  After about an hour in the sun, I went inside to prepare a meal for my girl, figuring she’d be hungry when she woke. Thankful that Payton had brought an assortment of food, I prepared pasta and chicken with broccoli. I’d observed Bec eating those particular foods in the past, so I assumed she liked them.

  Either the noise of me cooking or the aroma of the food pulled her from sleep, but unlike earlier in the day, she woke with a start. I’d just taken the chicken out of the oven when she screamed.

  “Oliver!”

  Racing into the room
to see why she’d cried out, I found her sitting up on the couch blinking rapidly, apparently trying to get her bearings. She was holding her stomach and I wondered if she might be ill.

  “Bec, Honey, what’s wrong?”

  The fact that we were using our first names did not go unnoticed for either of us. Her hand flew to her neck where she discovered the play color had been removed.

  “What happened? Did I fall asleep?” Her face fell. “Oh, did I not serve you?”

  I smiled at her. “Oh, my butterfly served me well. But yes, you did fall asleep.”

  She smiled and shook her head. “I had the oddest dream. First you bathed me, then…well, it was really embarrassing.” She paused for a moment, but when I looked at her she continued. “Well, I was dreaming that you were inside of me, filling me with your come.” I smiled. I liked that she dreamt of that. She didn’t seem content, though. “The thing is, there was so much. It filled me and filled me until my stomach was so enormous it looked like I was pregnant.” She had been looking down, but she met my gaze. “You didn’t uh, get me pregnant, did you?”

  I loved how she’d given herself to me countless times before even worrying about the possibility of pregnancy. She was so trusting, so obedient…like a good submissive should be. I had to alleviate her concerns, though.

  “No, my girl, I didn’t get you pregnant. It’s not possible for you to conceive a child with me.”

  “You aren’t able?” she asked, eyes wide.

  “Yes, I’m able to father a child,” I clarified. “But you and I, we couldn’t do it together. Our bodies aren’t compatible.”

  “They felt compatible to me,” she giggled.

  “You know what I mean. You would have to be like me in order for me to get you pregnant.”

  It was strange that I hadn’t thought of it before, and I began to wonder. If she did undergo the transformation, would she be able to conceive and carry a child? Reproducing for Bocaj was rare, and surviving the genetic alteration was even more unlikely. I’d have to ask Gabriel if he’d ever heard of a case where the transformed female was able to conceive.