April 2023 – Audio Version
Have you ever felt a craving so deep you thought you would go mad? When every atom of your soul hungers for something and, without it, fears it will die? Like the aloof Vampire veiled in a dark alleyway, his desperate thirst overcoming his Victorian gentility as he listens for the faintest heartbeat to sate his lust. Or the Werewolf as he howls his loneliness and pain to the solitary moon. I stood in my living room with bated breath, urging myself to be patient and have ladylike decorum as we waited for the Demigod’s firm knock.
How had I reduced myself to such a pitiful state? Yet, there I was, almost manic in my need. In the past, I had gone months without sex or even a single caress. So why was the need so intense? Sure, my Inner Goddess and I once had a thriving and possibly enviable sex life but life changes, and I’m a responsible, grownup adult. Yet…
My need was so acute I feared I would hurt the tall Demigod I was waiting impatiently to arrive. Images of shredding the clothes from his body, leaping into his thick arms, and wrapping my legs around his broad hips to impale myself on his covetable glory flashed through my mind. I trembled. I felt ridiculous. No one is this needy. I paced and waited. Despite its silky texture and exquisite cut, my simple plum negligee felt like it was suffocating me.
I paced. Where could the Demigod be?! I glanced at the clock for the millionth time. The Demigod was not even due to arrive for another 12 minutes, and I have no reason to doubt his prompt arrival. My Inner Goddess whimpered and shuffled longingly.
Deep breath…deep bre…KNOCK KNOCK… The object of my lust had finally arrived.
“Be an adult!” I shouted to my Inner Goddess, “Don’t hurt him!” I was unsure if she could hear me as she hurled herself at the door.
There he was, black stetson and cowboy boots, leaning on the doorframe in the classic pose I had come to know so well. “Well, hello there,” drawled the Demigod as he slowly sauntered into my living room.
“Hey, yourself.” Gawd, I hoped I sounded casual, but my heart pounded uncontrollably.
Setting his toy bag on the floor, he swept his right hand around my waist while his left clutched the nape of my neck. Leaning down, the Demigod slowly drank me in. It was a long, slow, and passionately deep kiss. Not an “I’m going to take every cell of your body and make it mine” kiss. Instead, this kiss was, “It’s been a month, and I’ve missed kissing you.” Startled at this unexpected intimacy, my Inner Goddess was respectfully silent as a different part of my lonely heart was warmed and brought to life.
Releasing my woozy form, the Demigod said, “I am going to use your restroom. I want you to meet me in the bedroom.” Render, speechless from his embrace, my knees half-set gelatin, I merely nodded. I locked the front door and stepped into my room to wait on the bed for him.
“You know,” he hollered through the closed door. “It’s really hard to do this when I have an erection!”
“I am completely innocent!” I impishly retorted. “I’m out here minding my own business!”
“Uh-huh, totally innocent.” Came his growled response. I grinned in anticipation.
The muscular Demigod opened the door, moving toward me. I crawled to the edge of the bed at his approach. My impatient fingers reached to undo his buckle as he set his stetson on the dresser. My need nearly choked the breath from my lungs.
“Nah, nah, nah. None of that yet. It’s been a while, and I intend to take my time with you.” Captivated by his thoughts, my Inner Goddess and I released our hold and sat back on our heels, an eyebrow cocked in curiosity. The Demigod placed his hands on my shoulders as he once more leaned in for a kiss. I moaned into his warm mouth as he pushed me into a prone position on the bed. That was the last moment of gentleness until dinner.
With the animal lust burning in his dark eyes, the beast leaped onto the bed and straddled me. Attacking my collarbone and up the left curve of my neck, his furious nibbles turned into bites as the ravenous Demigod reached my earlobe. His hips pinned and crushed me into the mattress. I couldn’t have moved if I wanted to as he captured my right wrist, holding it firmly above my head as his invasion traveled across my throat, the underside of my chin up my right ear, which received the same painful treatment.
My thoughts were a blur of carnal euphoria as my hips undulated beneath his ripped body. I was panting, already on fire, and neither of us was naked. His rough kisses reached my right collarbone, but his mouth continued down my petite arm instead of stopping there. The tender skin of my inner arm was unaccustomed to his coarse stubble as I strove to pull my arm back, yet wanting the gruff sensation to continue. I discovered my body loved the almost painful brushes as his bites and kisses traveled down my forearm to my wrist.
Sitting back, the Demigod extended my arm and took each finger in his salacious mouth. My entire body felt like it was orgasming as he took turns sucking each delicate digit and then drew his teeth over each finger, nipping the tip. However, the true frenzy came when he tilled my palm and bit the pad of my thumb where it extends down towards the wrist.
“OHHH bloody hell!!!!!!” I moaned (I know not the most remarkable exclamation, but it’s what came out).
“I see you like that,” a devilish grin coated the Demigod’s handsome face. “I guess we’ll have to see if you like it on the other side!”
I thought he would reach for my left hand. I raised my arm to him, desperate for the same electrifying attention, but he ignored it, taking the long route down my opposite arm. The Demigod paused to growl against my throat, causing my body to lift off the mattress and press against his body in sheer need. I reached between his thighs and found my prize, diamond-hard and begging for release. He shifted away from my touch and bit down harder on my shoulder. I winced, and my Inner Goddess pouted as her favorite toy was apparently off-limits for the moment, at least.
My body gave the same reaction when his mouth, at last, reached my left hand, and his mouth closed over the flesh of my palm. His hips began to grind over my thigh, and my waist down to my thighs moved in concert with the Demigod’s body as his lips and teeth continued their torturous assault. I could feel the wetness of my goddess spreading and rubbing between my inner thighs, and he had yet even to caress my breasts!
His mouth was back under my chin, his scruff creating a slight abrasion to the now hypersensitive skin at the base of my throat. Even my Inner Goddess was in shock by all the new attention. “Is this real life?! Is this OUR life?!” We asked each other between moans, our fingers digging into the flesh of the Demigod’s toned shoulder blades. My eyes were clenched as he pinned both hands above my head in a powerful grasp.
“I’m going to taste every inch of your body.” The Demigod promised, growling darkly into my ear as his body hovered over me. Oh, sweet heaven, was he true to his word.
Licking and kissing down my sternum, his mouth pushed down the silk neckline, concealing my breasts. Up, up the curve of my heavy bosom until his lips found my eager, waiting nipple. Flicking his tongue off the pert tip, he continued to restrain my arms as my body surged beneath his heavy weight. Oh, the glory when he finally took my moist nipple and breast entirely in his mouth and began to suck. The flick of his tongue, his lips still sealed around my areola, threatened to undo me, especially when I realized I would receive the same treatment on my other breast. My Inner Goddess could barely contain her rapture.
My crossed wrists were still pinned above my head as the powerful Demigod tightened his grip, hoisting me upright and whisking the plum silk from my body. I gasped, unable to do anything but submit to the Demigod’s dominant will. My fingers crawled under his shirt, lifting it as high as I could as he unbuckled his jeans. I knelt naked before him, resting on my heels, as he removed his pants and slipped out of his socks. His lecherous gaze never left my body, causing me to tremble in anticipation of what was to come.
Tipped back and soon flat on the bed, his tongue sought the underside of my breast with vicious eagerness, his body radiating heat down on my silky skin. His mouth traced around each breast, down my sides, and back up my sternum with alternating kisses, laps from his broad tongue, or sharp bites. He was brutish and ravenous in his movements, intentionally using the scruff of his face as he toured my body. This was no gentle “Night of a Thousand Kisses.” Instead, I was being devoured and loved every second.
Down my abdomen, growling into my soft stomach, he moved. An intense erogenous zone, I cried out and rocked when the Demigod’s face found the dip between my hip bone and navel. This response merely encouraged him to bury his face deeper, biting my tender flesh. The actions repeated on the other side, and my mind was on fire with wanton desire.
The Demigod’s calloused hands traced and gripped my body in concert with his mouth. His fingers pinched my nipples to elicit a cry, then swept down my hips. Next, he began to nip up over the rise of my hip, rotating my waist and thigh across my body beneath him. This motion gave the Demigod access to my lower back and peachy buttocks while my upper back and shoulders remained on the bed. I moaned and clenched the pillow at his continued assault. Then, always fair, he took his time rotating my left hip and peach. Nip, kiss, bite. Finally, his tongue traced my spine in a single, unbroken line. The new sensations bombarded my system and fought for dominance over my mind and body. I quivered in response, my Inner Goddess a willing slave to his every move.
Satisfied with his treatment and my mewling reactions, the mighty Demigod moved down my right thigh but not before pausing to breathe over my glistening goddess. I bucked at the teasing, literally begging him to taste me and let me cum, but he would have none of it. The determined Demigod growled down my thigh and nipped with the same fierce attention. I would look for bruises later. My leg lifted high into the cool air as he scratched his nails over my exposed skin, clawing from my tattooed thigh to my ankle. My skin jerked and prickled in response. The Demigod dug his broad thumbs into the arch of my foot, causing me to gulp. The pain was instantly swept away as he took my toes in his hot, moist mouth and individually sucked on them, swirling his tongue before biting my tips.
As he placed my right leg on the bed, I pleaded with the Demigod to forget about my left leg, whimpering about how much I needed him. The Demigod never faltered but lifted his mouth from my inner thigh.
“You’re ready when I tell you, you’re ready,” was the Demigod’s brief reply.
It was infuriating and mind-blowing at the same time. I never wanted the demonstrative Demigod to stop, yet I desired to cum, to feel his mouth, his fingers, his glory, anything on my weeping goddess. Instead, my ardent lover dedicated his zealous attention to my left leg, possibly deliberately taking his time as punishment for my supplications.
At last, his mouth neared my pulsing goddess. Knowing the power the increasingly annoying Demigod held over me, he paused. He even pulled his head back when I tilted my goddess closer. He was right there; I could feel him. His hot breath fanned the furnace of my fire. My entire body shook in shameless yearning. His tongue flicked, barely, just barely touching my hot skin, his gaze intent on my response. A finger brushed my sopping outer lip. I was near tears, my Inner Goddess on her knees, imploring him for release.
His head reared back a bit further as he examined my pulsing goddess, an impish grin tugging at the corner of his left lip. I was helpless—a quivering puddle of pent-up sexual need. The Demigod had once more restrained my arms above my head, preventing me from taking any amount of control over the situation. He was master of the moment, and sheer animal delight showed triumphant on his chiseled features.
Fire, light, explosion. I came instantly. Every atom of my body ripped apart as he savagely buried his mouth between my legs. The Demigod used every tool at his disposal: mouth, tongue, scruff of his chin, and fingers. I writhed at his ruthless attack, my soul leaving my body as I screamed to a god I no longer believed in.
Over and over, the Demigod worked his magic on me, seeking and taking charge of every desperate orgasm and claiming them as his property. I do not know how he breathed or if he even cared as his feral exertions relentlessly continued to possess me. My body was utterly his.
“Lift your hips.” The Demigod commanded imperiously. I was weak and mindlessly obeyed. I felt the soothing brush of the waterproof towel under my back as he smoothed it beneath me.
“I’m not even going to ask if you are ready because you don’t really get a say.” The Demigod stated, positioning himself on the bed to my left.
Something caught my eye and gleamed in the sparkling light; the head of his magnificent glory glistened with his desire. I momentarily wondered how long he could hold out. Still, he refused my touch when I strained my lips closer. My Inner Goddess was torn between sulking and impatience for the forceful orgasms I knew were coming from my inner jewel.
The fingers of his left hand glided down to my sopping goddess, which still trembled from our last forced orgasm. Gawd, I love the ambidextrousness of the Demigod. I never have to worry about him tiring. When one hand wearies, the Demigod merely crosses over my body and switches hands before jackhammering me into oblivion.
My need sprayed the bed and coated our bodies as his long fingers curled over my inner jewel. “That’s a good girl!” And “Just like that.” His deep vibrato pierced my awareness just enough to send me into yet another astral plain of orgasmic mindlessness.
“Somebody’s gone too long.” His deep voice chuckled. My screams and cries reverberated around the small room as the tireless Demigod redoubled his onslaught.
I was a trembling, boneless mess when he withdrew his fingers. Even my Inner Goddess was mumbling incoherently on her chaise. However, she perked and looked indignant when he challenged if I’d had enough. Still gasping, my throat raw, I shook my head and spread my legs as the Demigod’s body moved over me, positioning his rippling arms on either side of my shoulders.
Reaching down, I deliberately took a moment to cup and caress the weight of his smooth jewels before guiding him to my ardent goddess. His fingers had worked me well. Still, the Demigod stretched and filled me. The Demigod did not pause his invasion, pushing deeper into my body, pressing on my deepest gateway. I gave the slightest wince as he rested, fully sheathed within me. I could feel his heavy jewels as they pressed against my electrified skin.
My nectar lubricated our joined bodies as he moved slowly in and out, in and out. I wanted to cum, and he knew it, intentionally holding back and dawdling at my entrance before reinserting himself. His abs were tight as he focused on our mutual pleasure. I felt the tension in his thick thighs and arms pillared over me, his efforts increasing speed until his movements were pure thunder within and against me. I was on the journey again, the swells were rising within my soul, and he was my Captain.
The Demigod governed my body with expert skill and experience, barely letting me catch my breath before the next orgasmic wave rose and claimed me. Lifting my legs, he crisscrossed my ankles and urged my legs down to my face, hoisting my hips high in the air. As the Demigod towered over me, I was folded like a pretzel as he drove his throbbing glory down with barbaric brutality. I’m not even sure I could make a sound at that point, the ridge of his glory demonically worked my g-spot, and I soaked the bed beneath me.
“Pause – pause!” My brain intruded as my body, not my Inner Goddess, begged for a brief respite. My legs were now in a wide V. I tapped his oaklike thigh, and he slowed then stilled. Fire still snaked my body as I lay weak and tremulant against the drenched sheets. My heart and breath tried to reset as I gasped for oxygen.
The Demigod flipped and rolled me on top of him, impaling me immediately as I now straddled him. My nose tipped to the heavens as I gasped in surprised appreciation. I had barely recovered, and still, he demanded more of me.
“Now, you are going to ride me.” The Demigod enforced. “You will use me and release all that anger and built-up frustration from your week. I want your juices flowing down my hips before you are finished.” He asserted, a growl resonating from his glistening chest.
I came and came. I worked and heartlessly used the impeccable Demigod as my frustration and exhaustion finally found a willing outlet. I tilted back, my body forming a perfect 60° angle, while he arched his hips, tightened his abs, and the ridge of his prestigious glory attacked my g-spot with superb skill. His thumb found and swirled my pearl to yet another orgasm. The combination of G-spot and clitoral orgasms twisted and exploded through my soul. My nectar flowed down the Demigod’s divine body to the sheets beneath him. I did not even care to adjust the waterproof blanket. I was blind to everything but the desperation to lose myself in the release of my body. I rode him. I used him.
I adjusted and changed angles by leaning forward and burying my face in his chest. I was rising once more when the Demigod challenged and taunted me to go harder. Despite the room’s coolness, sweat glistened on my body as I moved in a mad rage. I was too frantic to cry. This was not the moment for tears. This was the fiery rise of the Pheonix as she lifted her head once more from the ashes. No longer small, broken, and weak. The Pheonix rose in full power and majesty, claiming the strength she had lost. And still, I came.
The pain and anger were no longer bottled up. Instead, everything began to trickle away. At last reborn, I collapsed onto the Demigod’s breast; the tiny curls on his chest tickled my nose. My breasts heaved as I buried my limp head into the curve of his neck. I lay paralyzed.
“Your…turn.” I managed to say, barely moving my dry lips. My sapphire curls clung damply to my temples.
“Actually,” the Demigod paused for what I can only assume was for dramatic effect. “I’m going to flip you over, grab your hair, and ride you while watching in the dresser mirror.” He finished with a growl.
The Demigod’s words were like a shot of adrenaline straight into my heart. My Inner Goddess, a whimpering pool of liquid on the floor only moments before, shot to her feet and wobbled unsteadily for a second before claiming herself ready. I looked at her quizzically, but it was true; we wanted the Demigod to mount and forcefully use us more than anything.
I crowed in glee as I knelt in position. I felt the masculine power radiating from the Demigod as he moved behind me, grabbing my hips between his palms to position himself. My eyes watered at his savage entrance. His fingers gathered my sapphire curls in his right hand while he bit my left ear, growling his ownership of my body in my ear. I could only give a silent scream. I felt my goddess already dripping as he began his tirade. My head cocked painfully back, my long tresses wrapped around his right hand like reins as he used my hair for leverage before snaking his left hand down my hip to flick and tease my pearl.
The Demigod began swatting my hips and buttocks. Over and over, the Demigod’s hand fell against my naked flesh as the bed shook below us. Changing tactics, he dragged his nails the entire length of my thigh, from knee to hip. Back to my buttocks. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. His attack was relentless, and a deep blush rose on my porcelain skin. Once more, his nails raked my skin but this time on the opposite thigh. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. Nails on flesh. Tears of release and pain rolled down the corners of my eyes. Over and over, he repeated this new treatment.
The Demigod’s fingers returned to swirl and demand obedience from my pearl. The orgasm that mushroomed within me expelled his glory from my body. His right arm was wrapped over my shoulder and between my breast supporting me as I violently shook from the force of my majestic orgasm, but his fingers never paused, his left hand a blur of movements as I convulsed against the Demigod.
“Now, that’s a good girl.” The Demigod whispered in my ear. “I think I’ll give you another one just like that.”
But he didn’t…three, maybe four, I couldn’t count. My orgasms answered the terrible fury of his fingers. Abruptly, releasing my pearl, he grasped my shoulders and beat his ownership into my goddess with frightful thrusts of his dominating glory.
A savage cry burst from the Demigod’s thick chest. I knew what this meant. It was my turn to control! Wetting my parched lips with my tongue, I whirled around as he unsheathed and sat back on his heels. I took his long throbbing glory into my moist, eager throat, burying my face against his warm body. I moaned at the Demigod’s sweet taste, his rounded head swelling against the back of my throat. His fingers again entwined themselves in my hair.
“Take it!! You damn succubus!” The Demigod’s voice was rough and cracked.
He thrust his hips against my face, working his glory deeper into my throat as I gagged and drooled in delight. My movements were rapid as my throat worked his need. His orgasm was just there. Edging, it’s way nearer. I withdrew my lips and fiercely worked his swelling vermilion glory with both hands.
“I’m not going to stop. I’m not going to stop.” I repeated over and over.
“Please don’t…please don’t…” His voice was raw with emotion. And then he was mine.
“FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFuuuu….” The divinity roared at the top of his lungs. His pleasure shot forth to coat my breast, sternum, and my outstretched tongue. I continued to massage the Demgod’s pulsing thickness, not slowing or relaxing as he shuddered and shook from every fiber of his being. At last, the Demigod collapsed against the headboard.
My knees and body gave way in sheer exhaustion. Our bodies were too far apart, our arms intertwined in an attempt to cuddle in the afterglow. Both of us were too numb to move. We lay panting, attempting to recover. Hilariously, my phone began shrieking from the living room after only a few moments. My nightly alarm for my evening pill.
“It’s 8 O’clock?” He queried. “We’ve been going like that for an hour??” His voice was full of astonishment.
“The things you do to me and bring out in me.” I weakly marveled.
“Damn, succubus.” He shook his head. The Demigod started to rise but leaned back on the headboard once more. “I’m gonna need a moment.”
I grinned from ear to ear in victory and pride as I slipped into a light robe. My Inner Goddess fairly skipped to the living room to silence my screaming alarm, my physical form following much more slowly.
Sitting on the couch, we caught up over Italian dinner. Conversation flowed over work, life in general, and pleasures big and small. It seems both of us were enveloped in challenging chapters and sought solace and release in each other’s company. As the meal progressed, I noted the weariness straining at the corners of the Demigod’s glittering eyes and the heavyweight that was ever so slowly returning to his rippling shoulders as we ate.
I drew the magnificent Demigod back to my bed, ordering him to lay prostrate over the covers. Coating my hands with lightly scented oil, I massaged his striking body and tried not to drool. I loved the yin-yang that had recently developed in our encounters-animalistic frenzy followed by loving massages. Both of us received our body’s deepest needs. Familiar with his body, I still took my time. After all, it was the weekend, and we had nowhere to be.
I stroked his back, arms, and trunk-like legs before having him roll face up. His body was at last relaxed and glistened in the gentle light. His glory lay across his abdomen, not completely limp but indeed not erect. I watched his glory twitch as my hands glided over his body, curious to find his erogenous zones in the middle of his massage.
“There’s one part of me that’s still hard.” The beautiful Demigod murmured wearily. Eyes lightly closed.
“Hmm, maybe I should check it out.” I returned. “I do want you completely relaxed.” My Inner Goddess smirked, mischief at the forefront of her mind.
An idea sparked. I worked my fingers deeper into his upper arm but surreptitiously dipped my head down and, with just my lips, took the crown of his resting glory in my moist mouth, swirling my tongue.
“AHHHHHHhhhhh!!” The Demigod exclaimed in surprise as his body shot upright, his eyes wide. I carefully released the Demigod’s growing glory.
“Gawd, please don’t stop.” He said, shaking his head and laying back down. My Inner Goddess glowed in triumph.
With a sudden tug on my body, the Demigod dragged me over his body and positioned me to straddle his broad chest in a 69 position. My Inner Goddess bit her lip and panted at the abrupt change of places. My mouth never left his now magnificent erection. Together we exulted in each other’s taste and oral attention. Both of us tried to distract the other from their attentive duties. My eyes shot open when his mouth released the folds of my dripping goddess, allowing his fingertips to enter and brush my G-spot.
“I’m going to come all over your face if you do that!” I paused my attention on his glory, attempting to restrain my Inner Goddess from her torrent of release. How was I so ready to cum so quickly after the intensity of our last round?
The Demigod’s only response was to shift my hips to better angle his hand while thrusting his masculine hips back toward my face. I redoubled my strokes and licks in a vain attempt to divert his efforts. My attack proved fruitless. I felt my hot juices run down his chest coating his neck and shoulders as I cried out before he once more encased my goddess in his mouth.
My enthusiastic efforts were not entirely lost on the busy Demigod. In time, it was his turn to dig his nails into the flesh of my thighs, cuming and spasming until every drop of his pleasure was mine. Our drained bodies collapsed, this time in actual exhaustion. Determined to nestle against him in the afterglow, I forced my body to move into my spot before releasing every fiber into the solid mass of the glistening and sticky Demigod. We lay in bliss for the longest time, not moving a single muscle. No words were needed. Our souls were filled beyond measure.
Sadly, time could only be delayed for so long. Slowly, he dressed with a sigh as I packed the Demigod some leftovers. I marveled at his ridiculous hotness as he joined me in the front room wearing simple jeans, a t-shirt, and a stetson. My arms wrapped around the Demigod’s tall frame one last time. I gave him a long, slow kiss at the door, with a promise to text me when he arrived home and sent the spent Demigod on his way. I could not help a last glimpse at his sexiness and peeked between my blinds to watch him sauntering towards his car.
With a smirk, I returned to my devastated room and sodden sheets. No matter how tired and tacky I was, sleep was impossible. There was not a dry spot on the queen-sized bed to lay my head. My Inner Goddess shrugged her shoulders, exceedingly proud of herself. I released my breath. There was nothing to do but strip the entire bed before rinsing myself. So, drained but glowing and honestly unperturbed, I set to stripping and replacing the linens before stepping into the shower’s lava caress, my craving at last sated.
Until next time, XO – Elsie
P.S. If you spy reddish purple bite marks on my back…you know who I have to thank! Wink
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