Chapter 11 Chapter Five Part Two - Orenda
“How did you do it?” he asks, confounding me.
“Huh?” I blurt out in a daze.
He steps forward, once again forcing me to back up until my back hits the door. He places his hands on either side of my head as he leans further into my personal space to the point there’s no space left at all. He cages me between him and the wall, and I find myself gulping down the saliva rising in my mouth as he locks me in place with his hypnotic gaze, his bright purple eyes looking through me as if he’s searching for something beyond my comprehension.
“At the ball. How is it you could touch me when no other mortal can?” he questions in a suspicious tone.
I blink in bewilderment. Wait, is that why he acted the way he did? Did he think he’d cursed me? Does he really not understand what I am to him?
My expression softens as I look into his eyes, trying to will him to understand.
“I’m your animai, Azadou. I’m the one person in this whole universe who is truly immune to you,” I gently explain.
His brows furrow as he begins to assess me more carefully. His eyes scan my face with such careful curiosity that it makes me shiver. His eyes begin to travel lower until they fall on my breasts. I try to settle the rising and falling of my chest but seeing him looking at me like this is making my body chaotic.
I watch him, my breathing increasing as his eyes continue to look me over. He looks like a predator carefully calculating how to approach his prey and somehow the thought of me being the prey is making my knees go weak.
I hold my breath when he suddenly reaches out with a slow and steady hand, grazing his fingers ever so lightly down my arm, making me unable to control the gasp of pleasure that escapes me. My arm begins to burn like sweet fire from his touch and my breathing escalates rapidly as my entire body begins to tingle. He actually touched me!
He pulls his hand away quickly, his eyes looking at me in what I think is alarm, but as he continues to observe me, whatever he is waiting to happen, doesn't. Nothing happens but the growing electric charge between us. Slowly he lowers his head to my neck and in reflex, I angle my head to give him better access. He slowly glides the tip of his nose against my neck, burning my flesh exquisitely with his touch as I hear him inhaling my scent. The thought of him breathing me in like he’s studying me has a shiver rolling down my spine.
Another gasp escapes me when I suddenly feel his fingertips travelling gently across my collarbone. I can barely control my breathing as his fingers begin to move down my sternum, setting my body ablaze and skating across the bust of my dress. Everything hits a new level of intensity when I feel his fingers graze my nipple and I feel it immediately pebble and harden in response. I sink my teeth into my lip to keep from moaning as I clench my thighs together feeling my panties starting to dampen. Is he doing this on purpose or is this some kind of test?
I watch as his nostrils flare and his eyes begin to burn brightly, and I just know he has scented my arousal. The realisation has my cheeks heating up, but I still can’t bring myself to move or speak. I’m too afraid to. I’m afraid if I say a word or move even an inch he’ll stop. I’ve yearned for his touch for so long that I’m not ready for him to stop.
He watches me intently, his eyes burning into me with the most erotic stare as his hand glides down my side, over my hip and down my thigh. As soon as I feel his hand against my bare thigh, I press my legs tighter together, but this movement only seems to pique his curiosity. My heart begins to pound furiously inside my chest, my breathing turning erratic as his fingers push up the hem of my dress until he finds my panty line. He looks down, assessing the fabric curiously, his finger moving against my panties lower and lower as if he’s searching for the source of the scent. I feel like I’m going to pass out from the laboured breaths his touch is causing me, while simultaneously feeling like if he keeps touching me I’m going to combust.
A whimper slips out between my lips as I feel his finger glide over my clit through my dampened panties causing my eyes to almost roll into the back of my head. My nails dig into the wood of the door against my back as I will myself to remain standing. I let out a yelp when suddenly I feel my legs spread apart by an unseen force, quickly followed by a cool breeze against my pussy. Did he just make my panties disappear?!
I stare at him wide-eyed, squirming against the door as I feel my juices beginning to trickle down my thighs. I try to will myself to close my eyes and spare myself the embarrassment but it’s like he has me hypnotised. I can’t take my eyes off him or find the will to tell him to stop. He leans down, eyes piercing through mine as his free hand remains braced beside my head when suddenly I let out a breathy moan when I feel his thick fingers slide between my slick folds and rub against my clit.
His eyebrow raises as if he’s intrigued by the results of an experiment I’m the subject of as I dig my nails into the wood, threatening to rip them out of the nailbed from sheer force. His eyes stay on me as wanton moans pass my lips as he continues to move his fingers between my folds, massaging them and pinching them between his fingers as they continue to graze against my now swollen clit.
My breathing turns to panting between moans every time I feel him rub against my clit. I try to control myself, but I can’t. His touch is driving me crazy and burning through me like lava. Suddenly he pinches my clit between his thumb and forefinger causing me to cry out as my back bucks against the door, my legs shaking as I feel the waves of a mini-orgasm rolling through my body.
I struggle to catch my breath, my eyes opening to meet his as they observe me with an intensely impressed look on his face. I feel the urge to say something finally bubbling up inside me, but my words are soon forgotten when his fingers continue to explore my pussy only for his middle finger to sink into my entrance forcing a moan of ecstasy to fly out of me as I throw my head back. Fuck, his finger feels so good!
My reaction only seems to spur him on as he effortlessly slides in a second finger, filling me up and making me moan like an animal in heat. I lick my dry lips and swallow down the saliva pooling in my mouth as my moans grow in volume and frequency as his fingers move in circles inside me. He picks up the tempo, quickly responding to the increased sounds of my pleasure as his fingers gain speed, moving in a ‘come here’ motion inside me. My head begins to thrash and writhe as I moan uncontrollably, feeling the heat spread through my body as every nerve and muscle begins to coil like a tight spring. Everything inside me gets tighter and tighter and I can feel my pussy squeezing around his fingers as I struggle to take in air when finally I feel the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced, shoot through my body like a rocket as cries of exquisite pleasure fill the room.
His fingers continue to move inside me, only slowing down when my pussy finally releases his fingers from its grip while my entire body quivers uncontrollably and my lungs battle for oxygen. I blink away the blurry vision, whimpering when I feel him withdraw his fingers from inside me. I watch on in silent disbelief as he lifts his fingers, examining the way my juices have completely coated his hand and fingers when to my absolute shock, he slides his fingers into his mouth and begins to suck my juices from his fingers.
His eyes close and a deep, soft growl rumbles in the back of his throat that has me gulping audibly while my pussy begins to throb with anticipation. Suddenly he opens his eyes, their purple hue glowing intensely as he stares at me, his expression changing into something I can’t describe. I open my mouth to speak when the room quickly shifts, and I find myself collapsing on the floor. I brace myself on my hands and knees, my body still reeling from my orgasm. I look around feeling a wave of confusion, anger and a sense of betrayal as I take in the familiar surroundings of my bedroom.
I force myself up on shaky legs, my body still deprived of underwear as I make my way to the bed, flop down onto it and catch my breath. My mind spins with a million thoughts and feelings but one question burns the brightest.
What the fuck just happened?!