"Uhhh…"
A quiet moan escaped Mark as he woke up, feeling a pleasant sensation between his legs.
What the…Confused, he tugged at the sheets, his head still fuzzy but his body tingling with a delicious warmth.
He felt something wet and warm around his cock, a rhythmic pressure and a soft sucking noise. Blinking groggily, he looked down to find Ria's head bobbing between his legs. Holy shit.
Her brown eyes met his, a mischievous glint in their depths, as she pulled off with a soft pop.
"Morning, sleepyhead," she purred, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
"Uh… morning," Mark mumbled, his brain still rebooting.
"I was wondering how long it would take you to wake up," she chuckled, her hand stroking him rhythmically.
"How long have you been down there?"
"Just a minute or two," she replied. "Couldn't help myself. Woke up feeling a little… hungry."
"Hungry, huh?" He chuckled.
"Starving, actually," Ria corrected, her lips trailing a line of kisses down his shaft. "And then I found this delicious treat right here." She winked, her fingers tightening around him.
"Really?"
"Uh-huh," she purred approvingly, savoring him with a deliberate lick. "Very, very delicious," She sucked on the tip, her tongue swirling around it, making him groan. "So fucking yummy."
"Ria…" Mark groaned, his hips bucking instinctively.
She snickered mischievously and went back to work. With deliberate slowness, she dragged her tongue along his throbbing length, from the base to the tip, as if she was savoring an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.
She lavished it with attention, her tongue dancing and tempting, her mouth hot and wet. She pecked and nibbled at the head, gathering a mouthful of spit, and then let it dribble down his shaft, coating him in a slick, warm mess.
Then she went to town. Strokes, squeezes, licks, nibbles - his cock was her personal playground. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing, her throat bobbing as she deep-throated him with a hungry moan.
"Mmph… Gahk… Hnnnng…"
Ria bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper and deeper, her mouth a warm, wet vacuum.
"Gwaakkkghahhh…..hwmmmm….."
She pulled off, lips glistening, then dove back down, lapping up every last drop of precum like a starving animal swallowing with a loud gulp.
It was sloppy and messy, her tongue swirling and lapping, her lips pulling and sucking in eagerness. She was practically making love to his cock, her eagerness, her hunger, radiating from every touch, every moan, every gulp.
Mark was barely holding on, feeling Ria's mouth like a warm, wet dream around him. She sucked with such confidence, her tongue dancing and teasing, her eyes fixed on his, full of a hungry eagerness. Man, this girl is amazing.
She was a perfect mix of confident and dirty, a slutty angel sent to drive him wild.
He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek, his thumb gently stroking her soft skin. She took it as encouragement, her mouth sliding further down his shaft, her tongue working its magic, her gaze never leaving his. It was like she was getting more out of this than he was.
Fuckk…. Mark could feel himself losing it, his body tensing, the pleasure building, building, building…I'm gonna lose it.
He pulled her head away, his voice a ragged groan. "Ria… stop."
"What's wrong?" Ria asked, her lips still swollen, a pout forming on her perfect mouth.
"Up here," he said, patting his thighs. "Climb on."
Ria's pout turned into a grin, a flash of pure, unadulterated lust in her eyes. She pulled the Pikachu t-shirt over her head, revealing her full, magnificent breasts, their weight straining against her skin, the nipples already hard and eager, puckered points of pleasure. God, they're perfect.
She tossed her hair back over her shoulder and crawled onto his lap, straddling him, her warm core settling against his aching cock. His hands instinctively went to her ass, gripping the soft flesh, pulling her closer, grinding her against him.
"You're such a bad girl," Mark murmured, his voice thick with desire.
"What are you going to do about it?" Ria purred, her eyes sparkling with challenge.
"This."
SMACK!
The sound of his hand connecting with her ass cheek echoed in the quiet room.
"Ohhhh…Mark..."
She gasped, her body trembling at the sting.
"Just aiming to please," he grinned, spanking her again, harder this time. It felt so good, so right, to have her like this, relishing the feel of her soft flesh beneath his hand, the way her body quivered at his touch.
"God, Mark…" She keened, grinding her hips. "You have no idea what you do to me."
"I have a pretty good idea," he said, his gaze sweeping over her naked body, his desire a burning fire in his gut.
"Oh, trust me, you don't," Ria whispered, leaning down, her breasts pressing against his chest. "You drive me fucking insane, Mark. Absolutely insane."
And then her mouth was on his, her kiss a hungry, desperate plea for more.
Their mouths smashed together, a sloppy mess of saliva and lust. Tongues wrestled eagerly, teeth grazing skin. Lips met, parted, then met again, harder, more insistent.
Mark's hands roamed her body, gripping her ass, pulling her closer, their bodies rubbing together in a frenzy.
"I can't fucking wait anymore," Ria moaned, breaking the kiss. "I need you. Now."
She shoved her panties aside and grabbed his cock, her fingers wrapping around it, guiding him towards her soaked pussy. She lifted her hips, aligning herself, the tip brushing against her folds.
"Oh..fuckk yesssss!!!" She hissed as she sank down.
Holy fuck. Mark groaned, his body tensing as he felt the warm, wet grip of her pussy, the bumps, and curves of her inner folds molding around him like a second skin. She's so damn tight.
It was like coming home, her pussy hot and tight around him, gripping him, pulling him in. He could feel every ridge, every fold, of her inner walls, the way her muscles clenched and pulsed around him. It was a perfect fit, a perfect feeling.
Ria's eyes rolled back in her head, her body arching, her hands roaming over her breasts, her stomach, her thighs as if she couldn't quite believe the pleasure that was coursing through her. Another moan escaped her lips, fingers gripping his shoulders, nails lightly scratching his skin.
Then, with a sudden, forceful movement, she lifted herself, pulling off of him almost completely, before slamming back down, driving his shaft into her so fiercely that he was seeing stars.
"Yessss! Oh god, yessss! Hnnng…" Ria hissed. She repeated the motion, her hips rising and falling, her body a blur of motion, the sound of their flesh slapping together echoing in the quiet room.
The sunlight filtering through the curtains cast her body in a soft golden glow, highlighting every curve, every muscle, every drop of sweat that glistened on her skin.
Damn. Mark held her hips, his gaze glued to the sight of her riding him, her face contorted in a mask of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
She started slow, her hips rocking, her tits swaying, their bodies slapping together with a wet, obscene sound.
Fuck, this feels so good. Every thrust, every grind of her hips, sent waves of pleasure crashing through him. Something primal clicked in his mind, a raw, animalistic urge taking over.
His gaze was drawn to her breasts, the way her nipples, already hard, jutted out, begging for attention. Without thinking, his hands went to them, his fingers pinching and tweaking.
"Aggghh! Mark…" Ria moaned, her head thrown back, her voice a mix of needy and desperate.
He released her nipples, but she quickly grabbed his hands, pulling them back to her breasts.
"No, baby, don't stop," she breathed. "Squeeze them. Hurt them. Do whatever you want."
Holy shit.
He kneaded her breasts, manhandling them, his thumbs teasing her nipples, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. Ria arched her back, her hips grinding against him, her moans growing louder with every squeeze. He slapped her breast, a sharp, stinging blow that made her cry out.
"Oh, fuck, Mark…"
SMACK!
"Nngghh!"
He smacked her again, even harder, the sound bouncing off the walls. He loved the feel of it, the way her body quivered beneath his touch, and how her moans got louder and turned into gasps.
I like this. A dark, possessive pleasure pulsed through him.
He slapped once more, putting in a little extra force, relishing the feel of her soft, giving flesh under his palm. He wanted more, needed more. He kept on slapping those magnificent globes of flesh, each strike a little harder than the last, her moans growing louder, her body squirming above him. Her soft skin turned a rosy red.
"Yes! Yes! Oh god, Mark, yes! I'm coming! I'm… Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!"
Her body convulsed, her pussy clenching tight around him as she came, a wave of hot, wet squirt gushed out.
Mark could feel her juices flowing, hot and slick, coating him, her insides clutching him, milking him, driving him wild. He could feel every ripple, every spasm, as she came, her body shuddering, her moans turning into breathless whispers.
Ria's body slumped, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her muscles still twitching from the intensity of her orgasm. But Mark wasn't about to let her rest. He gripped her ass and started thrusting upwards, his cock sliding in and out of her slick heat.
"Oh god… Mark…"
She leaned down, capturing his lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, their tongues swirling and clashing.
"That's it, baby," Ria purred against his lips, "You feel so fucking good inside me, Mark, Ughhh….So big, so deeeeppp… I want you to fuck me until I can't walk, until I can't think, until all I can feel is you, inside me ughhh…making me…"
Mine. The word echoed in Mark's mind, a primal possessive urge surging through him. He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming deeper, harder, each one a primal claim of ownership.
"Hnnng! Oh fuck! Yes! Harder! Deeper!"
She nearly collapsed against him, her body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure. He held her there, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, his hips pistoning into hers, driving her wild.
Smack!
He spanked her ass, hard, the sound ringing in the quiet room. Ria whimpered a sound that was both pain and pleasure, her body arching against him.
"Yes! Like that! Oh goodddd, Babby, it feels so good! More! G-give me moreeeee….."
Her words were a potent mix of desperation and desire.
"Don't stop! Oh god, Mark, don't ever stop!" Ria's voice was a raw, desperate plea. "It's so good! Fuckkkkkk, it feels so good! Your cock… inside me…! My body is yours, Mark! All yours! Fuck me! Oh, please, fuck me harder! Don't ever stoppppp!"
"I'm close! So close! I Ughh…."
"Cum for me, Ria," Mark growled.
"I'm gonna… I'm… Ohhhhh… Aaaaaaahhhhh!"
Once again, he sensed that familiar tightening around him, her body spasming as she climaxed, waves of ecstasy crashing through her. Her muscles clenched, her wetness gushing, hot and slick, soaking his member.
The feeling of her coming around him, the raw, unbridled release, the knowledge that he had brought her to this point. It was intoxicating. Addictive.
He could feel the tremors running through her, her body going limp in his arms. He held her tight, his own pleasure building with each pulse of her orgasm.
Damn.
He kept pounding into her, his pace unyielding, his hard length gliding in and out of her wet warmth. She was so responsive, so eager, her body already recovering from her orgasm, her hips rocking to move again, meeting his thrusts, urging him on.
"Ahhhhh yesss….. right thereeee…"
Mark was close, too close, the friction of her tight sloppy pussy, the heady aroma of her arousal, the sweet music of her moans were all pushing him over the edge.
He felt that familiar pressure building, the primal need to let go. He remembered about the bond, about the mating, the uncontrolled release. Not this time. With sheer determination, he concentrated on their connection, fighting to rein in the escalating wave of ecstasy.
Shit, this is hard.
Her sight, her scent, her sounds - they were a drug, and he was addicted. He was on the edge, about to lose it.
"R-Riaaa….I-I'm going to…"
"Cum inside me, Mark!" She pleaded. "Fill me up! Fill your slut up! Give me all of it! I want it all!"
Her words were a jumbled mix of moans and gasps, her body bucking against his, urging him closer.
Mark pulled on the bond, desperate to control the overwhelming surge of euphoria threatening to engulf him, to tame the beast within him. It was a real struggle, like a war against his own instincts, against the raw, feral energy pulsing through his veins.
He gritted his teeth, focusing his will, his mind a total mess. It was a struggle, the pleasure so intense it threatened to shatter his focus. Each movement intensified the grip of her tight, wet pussy milking him, coaxing him closer and closer to the edge. Fuck it.
The pressure kept building, the heat intensifying, his body trembling on the edge of oblivion. Almost… almost…
Just then, he found that elusive thread of control, that delicate balance between power and restraint. He held on, his body taut, his mind focused, the bond thrumming with a power he was only beginning to understand.
With a guttural cry, he let go, spilling himself deep inside her.
"YES! Oh fuck! YES! Hnnnnng! YESSS! YESSSS! YESSSSSSS!" Ria screamed, her voice a primal, guttural cry as his release splattered inside her, each surge of warmth flooding her core.
He exploded inside her, his body convulsing as he pumped load after load of hot cum into her. Lost in the intense pleasure, he felt her tight walls squeezing until he was completely spent.
"Stuff me, Mark! Fill me up! Give it to me! Oh god, yes! Don't stop! MORE!"
His vision went white, his ears filled with the sound of her screams, her desperate pleas. He emptied himself into her, every last drop, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.
Fuck.
Ria's eyelids fluttered, her mouth open in a silent O, her body slick with sweat. Her pussy spasmed around him, milking him dry, her every movement screaming the intense hunger that consumed her.
For a split second, he could have sworn he caught a glimpse of a faint blue spark in her eyes. Am I hallucinating? It didn't matter. He was too lost in the sensation, the pure, raw pleasure of filling her, of owning her, of their bodies and souls merging. Every nerve ending was on fire, his senses overloaded, his mind a blank canvas painted with the vibrant colors of pure bliss.
He watched, as her body trembled, her cries echoing in the quiet room, her pleasure mirroring his own. He felt his own eyes rolling back, as he felt himself surrendering to raw instinct, every fiber focused on the woman above him, on the bond that tied them together, on the raw, savage intensity of their mutual climax.
She's mine. With a final thrust that felt like hitting the damn jackpot, he buried himself as deep as humanly possible, his body going haywire, his brain turning into a wild fireworks show of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
They slumped together, a mess of sticky limbs and heavy breaths. His cock slowly softened, slipping out of Ria's well-sated pussy.
Both lay there in cozy quiet, the afterglow of their powerful climax buzzing gently under their skin. Mark had never dabbled in coke, but he figured this must be what it was like - a crazy high, a rush of pure bliss that left him floating.
Our chemistry is so off the charts. He marveled at the intensity of their connection, the way their bodies and minds seemed to melt together.
Ria wiped a loose strand of hair off her sweaty forehead, lying with her head on his chest, her breath tickling his skin.
He listened to the steady rhythm of her breathing, a smile playing on his lips. "Fuck…..Could totally get used to waking up like this every day."
She giggled, nuzzling closer. "Glad you enjoyed it. Anything for you, babe."
"Anything, huh?
"Absolutely anything," she winked mischievously. "I'm your dirty little slut, remember?"
"God, you're so hot when you talk like that," he groaned, pulling her closer, his lips finding hers in a soft, lingering kiss.
"It's true, though," she murmured against her lips.
Mark's mind flashed back to their previous encounters, the intense heat of their connection, the way she reacted to his touch, the raw, unfiltered sounds that spilled from her lips.
"Ria," he began casually, "tell me something. Do you… do you like it rough?" He couldn't forget her eager response to his spanking, the way she had practically begged him for more, to push her harder. She's so much kinkier than I ever imagined.
"I do," she confessed. "But I like it slow and sweet, too. You know, gentle and passionate. It's all good. Slow can be just as good as rough."
"So I have to do both, huh?"
"Well, you've been pretty awesome at both so far," she said appreciatively with a sultry tone. "You really know how to make me feel good."
"Only 'cause you make it so easy," Mark murmured. He wanted to know more- what made her tick, what drove her wild, every secret desire. "Tell me more, Ria. What do you like?"
"There's not much to tell," She shrugged. "I'm a simple girl, really. I am a giver. I enjoy making you happy. I like to feel… taken. Consumed. I like it when you…" She paused, her breath hitching. "When you lose control. When you let your raw instincts take over."
"Okay. What else?" He prodded gently while tracing small circles on her shoulder.
"I like it when you touch me everywhere," Ria confessed, her fingers tangling in his hair. "When you explore my body, when you discover my secrets. I like it when you whisper dirty things in my ear when you tell me how much you want me, how much you need me."
"I would never have guessed," he teased, surprised by her confession. "You're so… submissive. It's hot."
"Trust me," she chuckled, "it's new to me, too. I've never felt like this with anyone else, never craved someone like this. But with you… I can't help it. Especially in bed. I just want to surrender, to let you take control, to let you do whatever you want with me."
"Why do you think that is?"
"I don't know. But I think it's because of you, Mark. It's the way you make me feel - safe, cherished, desired. It's the way you look at me. It's the way you touch me…"
"It's kind of scary," she continued, her voice a contented sigh. "I've never felt this… open….this surrendered… with anyone before. It's like… with you… I can let go, be myself, embrace every part of me, even the parts I don't fully understand, parts that confuse me." Her eyes met his, a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes. "This is all very new to me too. I've never felt this way before. But with you… it's like I can't help myself. I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. I want to... I want to give you everything."
"Do you think it's the bond?" He questioned softly, the question a constant echo in his mind.
"Maybe," she mused thoughtfully. "But I think it's more than that. The bond might bring us together, but after that, it's our choices, our actions, that create a connection."
"Whatever it is I'm happy we found each other."
"Me too," she agreed, snuggling closer. "Speaking of the which… nice job holding back earlier. I was sure you were going to lose it again."
"It's not easy," he chuckled. "But I'm getting the hang of it."
"You should've just gone for it. I wouldn't mind being filled up by you."
"You sound almost disappointed," he raised an eyebrow.
"Not disappointed," she corrected playfully. "Just saying… I love it when you go full animal on me. Seeing you lose control is a turn-on—it's hot."
"Noted for future reference," he stored away that tidbit with a grin. "But is it… you know… safe? I mean, all that…"
"It's fine, trust me. I'd tell you if it wasn't."
"But you really like it that much?"
"Oh, god, yes," Ria purred, her hand sliding down to his stomach, her fingers tracing a playful pattern across his abs. "I love it. It's so intense, so overwhelming. The way you fill me up, over and over, your seed spilling out of me….."
Mark felt his cock twitching at her words. Damn, she's nasty.
"So, you've gone from dirty slut to cum slut, huh?" he teased, grinning.
She booped his nose playfully. "I'm whatever kind of slut you want me to be, baby."
They stared at each other for a moment and then burst out laughing.
"Tell me I'm yours, Mark," she whispered, her voice suddenly serious. "Promise me you'll never let me go."
"You're mine, Ria," he said, his voice firm, his gaze unwavering. "And I'll never let you go. No matter what."
They kissed, a slow, lingering kiss that sealed the unspoken promise between them.
"Okay, round two," he murmured, his lips finding the sensitive skin of Ria's neck, trailing kisses down towards her breasts.
She giggled, pushing him away. "We have that breakfast date, remember?"
"It can wait," he insisted, his hands finding their way back to her ass, his fingers kneading the soft flesh.
Ria moaned, her body melting against his, but then she pulled away again.
"Seriously, we should go. Lida's probably waiting."
Mark sighed, reluctantly relenting. She's right. He couldn't keep Lida waiting, especially after yesterday.
"Fine," he conceded.
They headed to the bathroom, their bodies still buzzing with the afterglow of their hot romp. Under shower, he couldn't resist lavishing attention to her breasts, peppering them with soft, playful kisses, his tongue soothing the red marks from earlier.
Ria kept giggling, her hands tracing playful patterns on his back.
He stepped out of the shower feeling energized and more alive than he had in months. He threw on a pair of black jeans and a white button-down, while Ria chose a flowy blue sundress that hugged her curves perfectly.
They found Lida in the living room, already dressed and waiting for them.
"Good morning, you two," she greeted them, her eyes twinkling. "Ria, that dress is beautiful."
"Thanks."
"Ready for breakfast?"
Lida chuckled. "Starving. Shall we?"
As they approached the car, Ria turned to Mark. "Can I drive?"
"Sure," he replied, tossing her the keys.
Ria slid into the driver's seat, Mark took shotgun, and Lida settled into the back.
The engine sputtered to life, and they were soon cruising down the tree-lined street. Sunlight dappled through the leaves, casting playful shadows across the dashboard.
"So, Ria," Lida said, leaning forward, "How are you settling in? Everything feeling comfortable?"
"Everything's great, Lida."
"I'm so glad to hear that."
Their conversation flowed easily, drifting from the mundane details of college life—classes, assignments, upcoming exams—to lighter topics like favorite movies and the latest viral trends.
Mark, content to simply observe their easy banter, tuned in and out, his mind still reeling from the events of the past few weeks. It's been a whirlwind, he thought, shaking his head in disbelief. The attack, the bond, Ria moving in… it was a lot to process. From near-death experiences to breakfast dates. Life is weird.
And he was still so damn confused. He had more questions than answers, more doubts than certainties.
Ria suddenly swerved, narrowly avoiding a pothole. Mark grabbed the dashboard, his heart doing a little flip-flop. "Careful there, speed racer!"
"Relax. I've got this."
"Sure you do," he muttered under his breath. "But maybe slow down a little?"
"Scaredy-cat."
"I'd just like to arrive at the restaurant in one piece."
"Oh, please," Ria scoffed. "Don't overact over a little turn."
"I am not though. That was clearly—"
"Mark," Lida said from the backseat, "stop making a fuss."
"I'm not making a fuss I'm just—"
"Don't worry, babe," Ria said, winking at him. "I'll give you some driving lessons later. Teach you how to drive like a pro."
"You should," Lida added approvingly. "And the first thing you should teach him is how not to scream like a little girl every time you take a corner."
"Great. Just great," he groaned, knowing he was outnumbered.
The restaurant was bustling, the air thick with the mouthwatering aroma of sizzling bacon and maple syrup. A massive buffet table groaned under the weight of fluffy pancakes, glistening pastries, and enough breakfast sausage to feed a small army.
The hot station offered eggs cooked to order, with the option of adding toppings like cheese, mushrooms, and peppers.
"Holy crap, this place is insane!" Ria exclaimed, her eyes wide with delight. "How have I never been here before?"
"Told ya it was worth the trip," Mark replied with a smug grin. "Best breakfast buffet in town."
They quickly loaded up their plates and found a table by the window overlooking the busy street.
"Hmmm…." Ria moaned, taking a bite of a fluffy waffle drizzled with maple syrup. "Okay, seriously…. this is so good."
Mark laughed, digging into his plate with gusto. He always enjoyed a good meal, but there was something about sharing it with Ria and Lida that made it even better. Maybe it was the easy banter, the comfortable silence as they savored their food or just the simple act of being together.
Whatever it was, for the first time in a long time, it felt… good.
"So, Ria, you're studying computer graphics, is that right?" Lida asked, dabbing her lips with a napkin.
She nodded, launching into an enthusiastic explanation of her latest project – something about digitally animating a flock of griffins for a student film festival.
Their peaceful breakfast was interrupted when two young men, their faces serious and posture stiff, approached their table.
"Morning, Mam," one of them greeted, his tone respectful.
"What is it now?" Ria replied with a tired tone.
"The Chairwoman sent us," the other one said, shifting uncomfortably. "She's been trying to get hold of you. Said it was urgent."
She sighed, her usual sunny demeanor dimming. "Thanks for letting me know. I'll talk to her."
"She insisted on seeing you right away. Something about a…."
"Tell her I said I'll talk to her when I'm free. This isn't exactly the best time."
The men exchanged uneasy glances, clearly debating whether to push further.
"Just go," she repeated firmly, leaving no room for discussion. "I'll contact her."
The two men nodded curtly and retreated.
Mark watched them go, their stiff postures betraying unease. He turned back to Ria, who had resumed eating with a little too much focus.
"Chairwoman?"
"It's a title. Like the head of an association… the one who runs things." Lida explained casually.
"Woah, okay," he said, glancing back at the retreating figures. "What does she want with you?"
Ria shrugged, spearing a sausage with her fork. "No clue. Probably just some coven business."
Something's not right. He thought back to Vizi's visit, the way he had addressed Ria with such deference that seemed… off. And now these two guys practically saluting her at breakfast?
He decided to take the plunge. "So, what exactly do you do in … association, Ria?"
She paused mid-bite. "What do you mean?"
"It's just…" he asked, trying to sound casual. "I mean, you're always busy with something or the other…Seems like it eats up a lot of your time."
"Well, It must be quite demanding," Lida chimed in smoothly. "Being next in line for the Crescent and all."
"What?"