Page 49 of To Tame An Angel

I was nearly numb.

When I finally looked at her, she was concerned, her eyes soft as she tried to soothe me. One of her hands was still on my cock and the other caressing my leg, whispering my name softly and saying words of reassurance.

She shifted a little, and I grimaced. But then something happened as she rotated her hips. That nub within was activated, and I felt tendrils of pleasure mingling and dancing with the pain, eclipsing the discomfort. I moaned loudly and threw my head back.

“It’s too much,” she said.

“No,” I croaked out. I took deep breaths, trying to calm my body, trying to reassure it. “Just… let me adjust.”

She nodded as she kept yanking at my cock, which had deflated a little. She leaned forward and kissed my knee, nuzzling my skin.

“You’re so brave, so strong,” she whispered. “No mere mortal could handle this.”

I believe her lovely words. I believe I’m the strongest man alive. Surely, I must be.

“Move a little,” I said.

She hesitated, then pulled back slightly. I felt everything inside. The phallus dragged within me, tugging the skin inside my body. Then she reentered me and I choked when she once more presses against the nub.

“Again?” She asked.

All I can do is nod.

She did it again. My anal cavity slowly unlatched, easing open and relaxing against the invader.

Nalla thrust into me once more. Heat spurted into my cock and this time I moaned in pure pleasure. She smiled and did it once more, turning the angle. I still feel tinges of pain but it’s overshadowed by the out-of-body experience. The sensations have overwhelmed me, and I am in a cloud of delight. Her thrusting picked up a rhythm and before I could over-analyze, she was pounding into me. She was sweating, and I was incoherent, curling my legs up to allow her more access and chanting her name.

Her hands are back on my cock. Her mouth was open as she panted. Each time she thrust into me, she whimpered as it hit her cunt. Her eyes were glazed in desire and I’d seen nothing lovelier. The pleasure builds and she moaned, gyrating her hips, her teeth capturing her lip. It’s the most spectacular sight I’ve witnessed in all my years.

When I see her come, she gives one last thrust and the sight of her in pleasure as she enters me, pushes me over the cliff and edge and I spurt up in giant vaults.

It’s like leaving this world and floating up, up, up, up, up into a sky where it’s only her and I and her phallus. I’m flying. For the first time since I was five years old, I’m in the air and nothing can stop me.

Blackness is all I felt. When I blinked all, I could see was her hair on top of my chest. She was still in me, but she was shifting and slowly pulled the phallus out of me.

I moaned when it slid out with a slick pop, and I felt myself open and empty. Like my hole might never go back to size. I curl into myself, feeling so vulnerable and alone. Unwarranted, I cried. I didn’t even know why. Perhaps I felt too open. Too exposed. I shivered on my side and all I could register was she was no longer in me.

Nalla covered me with a blanket, and I embarrassingly cried into the sheets. I felt so alone without her inside, like I was in a dark room. I sensed her lifting the sheets and spreading ointment on the gaping hole and the surrounding area.

She slipped into the bed naked and pulled me to her. I turned and held her like a lifeline. Like she might save me. I pressed my face into her breasts, and she clutched my head and chanted my name.

She kissed my hair, and I burrowed further into her. Before I fell asleep, I heard her whisper. “You’re mine.”

In my head I said, “I’m yours.”

I must’ve slept for hours and in my dreams, I felt alone. I’m searching the clouds for Nalla, but all I can hear are her screams coming from below. In my dream, I have wings and I cut through the sky, calling for her. She’s screaming and crying, and I lose my sanity trying to find her.

Then her hands wrapped around my neck, and she whispered my name.

When I woke with a jolt, she was gripping me, whispering my name and pushing back my hair. I search her to make sure she’s unharmed despite her reassuring me it was a dream. That none of it was real. Just the manifestation of my fears. That they’ll punish her on my behalf, that I won’t be able to get to her, not with all the strength in my arms.

Once I calmed, I slid my hand under the sheets and circled her fleshy thigh with a squeeze. She took a sharp breath, and she smiled at me. Without pausing, she leaned down and kissed me sweetly. A reward kiss. I moaned into her mouth and pushed her hair back, just to feel the threads between my fingers.

“Today we rest,” she said.

I blinked up at her, confused. “No play today?”

I’m a little… disappointed. I wanted to feel her naked body for the rest of the day. Maybe find heaven with my mouth between her legs.