Page 82 of Hollow

“Crane,” I say through ragged breath.

“What is it, my vlinder?” he says. “Had enough?”

I nod.

He leans down and whispers in my ear. “You’re doing so well, sweet witch,” he says gently. “Shall I fuck you now? Is that what you’d like? My big cock filling up that tight pink cunt of yours.”

I both blush at his scandalous words and moan in response, my body arching up toward him in anticipation. He takes my response as encouragement and flips me over onto my back. My breath hitches as he undoes his trousers, his eyes burning into mine as he brings his cock out of his fly and onto his palm. I can’t look away from the brazen sight of it, and he gives me a satisfied smirk as he runs his hand up and down his length, coating it in his own arousal. I knew he’d be large based on the way he felt earlier and how tall he is, but I didn’t think he’d be that big. He’s huge, long, and thick, and I feel sweat beading on my forehead at the thought. I may have had a lover or two, and Brom certainly was a big boy, but now I feel flush with nervousness.

“It will fit,” Crane says smugly, stroking it with easy slips of his hand. “In case you’re worried about that.”

I gulp down air as he comes forward and towers over me. Then he gets down on his knees, his eyes dark with desire as he leans down and kisses me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine. I taste myself on his lips, salty and strange, but I don’t care. I want more of him.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs against my lips. “I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

He positions himself at my entrance, teasing me with the tip before pushing in slowly. So slowly. His length fills me up in a way that makes me feel like I’m splitting in two. I cry out, the sensation almost overwhelming, but then he’s kissing me again, his tongue soothing and coaxing as he moves inside me. The stretch of him is almost too much to bear, but the pleasure overrides any discomfort. He fills me completely, his cock throbbing inside of me as he begins to move in and out, slow at first but building in speed and intensity with each thrust.

I cry out as he hits a spot deep inside of me, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my nerves. He grunts in response, his forehead pressing against mine as he continues to pound into me, his fingers digging into my hips.

Our bodies move in perfect sync, a dance of pleasure and desire. The hay beneath us rustles and crunches with every thrust, adding to the raw, animalistic feeling of it all, like we’re just two animals rutting in heat.

“Kat,” he groans, his pace becoming erratic as he approaches his own release. My name sounds like a spell coming from his lips. “My sweet little witch, you feel so good.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him to go faster, harder. I’m on the edge of another orgasm, the pleasure building and building until it’s almost unbearable.

“Would you like to come, my dear?” he whispers. “Would you like me to touch you where you’re most desperate for me, that slick little bud that’s just crying for release?”

I nod frantically, my body aching for it.

“Tell me, Kat,” he says. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to touch me,” I gasp. “Please, Crane, I need it.”

He grins down at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Anything for you,” he says.

He shifts his weight and takes one hand off my hip, moving it down between us until his fingers are rubbing circles around my clit. I cry out again, the sensation almost too much to bear. But he keeps going, his fingers working me faster and harder until I’m shaking with the force of my orgasm, my body clenching around him as I come.

He doesn’t stop moving though, even as I’m coming down from the high. He keeps thrusting into me, hitting that spot deep inside over and over again until he’s coming too, his body jerking against mine as he spills inside me. He lets out a deep, guttural moan, his forehead resting against mine as his body shudders with the force of his release.

We stay like that for a few moments, our breathing heavy and labored as we come down from the intensity of our pleasure. Then he pulls out of me, his seed spilling onto the hay as he does so, and collapses onto the hay beside me, pulling me close.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he murmurs, brushing my hair off my face. “Believe it or not, I was easing you into it. Into the way I like things. My sexual appetites have often been called…deviant.”

I let out a light laugh, feeling joyous and dazed. “That was easing me into things?”

“To be honest, I thought of putting a bit in your mouth and riding you like a horse. But perhaps that’s something for another day.”

My eyes widen. “You really are a deviant.”

He grins, a rare show of perfect white teeth. “There are worse things.” Then his expression turns grave. “I have specific tastes, and I know it’s not for everyone. The fact that you accept me, that you like it, that means something to me. It means a lot.” He runs a finger along my lips. “You have me under your spell, sweet witch. With every waking moment, I’m always coming back to you.”

“And Brom,” I say quietly.

He gives me a soft smile. “Yes. I think about him too. Perhaps as much as you do.” He pauses. “I know you feel caught between the two of us. I just want you to know that you don’t have to worry about me. I know I have you. You’ve proven that you’re mine. And if that means you’re his as well, then that’s something I’ll just have to deal with.”

Oh. What is he saying? “I thought you were the jealous type,” I tease.

“I am jealous,” he admits, his eyes darkening as he presses his thumb between my lips. “And I am possessive. But I respect the history you have with him. And I suppose I respect the history I have with him as well. Makes it a very complicated knot, doesn’t it?”