FREE USE in Primitive World

Chapter 34: Chapter 34: Chaotic Broken Mess

He used his hands to part her legs further, opening her completely to his gaze and his touch. The heat radiating from her was palpable, a physical wave that washed over his face. He looked at her, seeing the way she was completely exposed, vulnerable, and waiting.

His hands roamed over her hips and thighs, kneading the muscle, feeling the tension coil and release. He traced the lines of her body with his thumbs, exploring the softness, the wetness, the sheer reality of her.

She was unraveling above him. Her breath came in short, sharp hitches. Her hips moved involuntarily, seeking friction, seeking release. She was no longer the composed, arrogant woman of the tribe; she was a creature of pure sensation, reacting to his every move.

He didn’t wait further, as his cock was also a raging mess right now. So, he buried his face in her pussy.

The touch sparked like fire between them. He groaned, the sound vibrating against her burning wetness, as he inhaled the heat of her. He licked a long, broad stripe up the length of her pink vulva, tasting the slick nectar that coated her, savoring the salt and sweetness.

Then, he found the small, hardened pearl at the apex, her clitoris, the most sensitive organ in a women.

Seeing her being a complete mess, he didn’t tease her any further and latched onto it with his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue flicking against the sensitive nerve ending with a rapid, maddening rhythm. Above him, she cried out, her hands tangling in his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. Her knees buckled, but he held her up, his grip on her thighs like iron.

He worked her with a starving intensity, swirling his tongue, nipping gently with his teeth, drinking down the fluids that flowed from her as she unraveled. He was relentless, a man possessed, determined to wring every drop of pleasure from her body.

But he wasn’t done.

His hand moved between her legs, sliding through the slickness. He pushed her outer and inner lips apart and found the entrance to her pussy, seething hot, tight and dripping, and pushed two fingers inside.

The sensation of her wet walls clamping around his fingers sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his own groin. She was incredibly tight, incredibly hot. He began to pump his fingers in a steady rhythm, matching the frantic motion of his tongue above.

He curled his fingers upward, seeking the rough, spongy swell on the anterior wall. When he found it and dragged his fingertips across it with deliberate pressure, she screamed. It wasn’t even a word anymore, it was a raw tear of sound. Her back arched so violently her spine cracked, her body bowing like a taut string.

“There,” he murmured against her flesh, feeling her internal muscles spasm uncontrollably around his hand.

He attacked that spot, curling his fingers in a ’come hither’ motion, stroking the hidden trigger relentlessly, grinding into her, while his mouth continued to devour her external peak. It was a two-pronged assault designed to overload her senses completely, to strip away her name, her status, her very identity until she was nothing but nerves and need.

And from her reaction, he knew that he was succeeding, as she was clearly losing her mind. Her head thrashed from side to side on the furs, her breath coming in short, high-pitched keens that sounded like sobbing. Her legs were shaking so hard he had to support almost her entire weight, her muscles fluttering under his grip.

“Please… please… I can’t…” she begged, her voice breaking, lost in a haze of pure, blinding pleasure that teetered on the edge of pain.

He didn’t stop, instead he increased the pressure, sucking harder, thrusting his fingers deeper and faster, churning the wet heat inside her. He felt her body tense, the muscles in her thighs turning to stone, her breath holding in her chest as the pressure built to an unbearable peak.

And finally she…. shattered, not literally, but metaphorically.

A violent tremor ripped through her body, starting in her core and radiating out to her fingertips. Her inner walls clamped down on his fingers in a crushing, rhythmic spasm, milking him as her juices flooded his hand. She sobbed, her hips bucking wildly against his face, unable to control herself, drowning him in her release.

Sol obviously drank it all, staying buried in her heat, his tongue still working, fingers still moving, riding out the storm of her orgasm until the last tremor faded, tasting the salty, sweet proof of his conquest.

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the ragged, wet sound of her breathing.

She collapsed onto the furs as if her strings had been cut. Her body was limp, completely unstrung by the force of her release. Her eyes had rolled back, showing slivers of white, unable to focus on anything in the dim room. Her skin was flushed a deep, mottled crimson from her chest to her hairline, glistening with sweat that cooled rapidly in the stale air.

She lay there trembling, violent aftershocks racking her frame every few seconds. Her chest heaved, gasping for air as if she had just surfaced from drowning, her mouth hanging slack and swollen.

Sol finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He sat up, resting his forearms on his knees, and just watched her.

A profound, dark sense of satisfaction settled in his chest, warmer than any fire. He looked at the chaotic mess he had made of her… the hunter’s trophy, the pristine wife, now wrecked and shivering on the floor because of him. Because of his mouth, his hands, his control. He watched the way her fingers twitched against the furs, unable to make a fist. He watched the glaze over her eyes.

She’s mine, he thought, the realization settling like stone. After this, she won’t be able to go back. She’ll look at her husband and feel nothing. She’ll crave this. She’ll crave my heat, my touch, my control for eternity.

He had planted a seed of addiction deep inside her, one that would grow every time she closed her eyes.

Author’s Note:

Damn! This Chapter was so intense, even I needed to rest for a long time afterwards to relax myself…..*phew*.

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