Inhibited

10. Hybrid

10. Hybrid

"Then...?" Kale trailed off as Dahlia invaded his personal space, her hands sunk into his hair and he felt himself slipping away. He was consumed in her black orbs and his own hands slunk around her waist, hauling her to him. Her lips were mere inches from his own and he was begging for her luscious lips to attack his, but rather than attacking they began to move as she spoke.

"Kale, I'm a hybrid. A demon and an angel, but mostly..a demon."

Kale sucked in a sharp breath and almost shoved her away, but her lips claimed his at that moment and he found he couldn't move. His erection throbbed, his blood ignited and his gouges flamed with lust so intense he was paralyzed. A moan louder than he was used to rumbled out his throat and he felt like his breath was stolen from his lungs as Dahlia's hand reached down and rubbed his swollen member roughly.

Kale couldn't contain himself. She haunted his thoughts, made him and his body insane and even though he knew damn well what she was, it didn't matter. What mattered right now to him was relieving the aching in his díck. He thrust into her palm, wanting her smooth hands to caress him without the dense material in between and his tongue slipped into her mouth without a pause. Dahlia moaned, much to his surprise, and hearing her moan pushed him even further. His tongue dived deeper, becoming more dominant in her mouth, his hands slid down to cup her áss roughly and he yanked her into his hard form. Her hand slid away to grasp his skin, feeling her nails prick him and he heard her groan again as his hard-on pressed against her mound.

Dahlia's teeth sank into his tongue and Kale hissed in pain which morphed unbelievably fast to a moan as she sucked on his tongue, grinding her body into his own. He was in a frenzy, his heart was pumping blood so fast to his member he'd thought he'd pass out and he just knew now was the time to begin peeling away clothing. Whatever consequences there were, he was going to end up enduring them anyhow because one thing was sure, he'd probably never stop sleeping with her.

Kale lifted Dahlia around his waist and gently sat her on the edge of his bed, his lips and tongue pulled away from her mouth to assess her clothed form and he quickly gripped the shirt she wore and tore it away. She gasped, but never shied away as he continued to peel off her clothes. Her jeans followed her shirt and soon she was only clad in her lacy black bra and matching panties, something that made Kale even more harder. Kale lowered his mouth to hers again and slowly began kissing the milky skin on her neck, to her collarbone and soon the pillows that were breasts. He ached to rip away her bra, but he just wasn't done teasing the demon he'd probably sold his soul to. His tongue traced the line where Dahlia's bra and skin met, feeling her shudder. He groaned as his hard côck jerked against his material restraints and suddenly they were gone, only the air greeted him as his erection slapped against his stomach rather painfully. Kale winced, but not for long as Dahlia's hand wound itself around his member and gently stroked him.

His eyes rolled back and he groaned at the feeling of her silky hand pleasuring him. But he didn't simply desire to cüm in her hand, he ached to fill her püssy. With thoughts of her core in mind, his fingers gripped the lacy panties she wore and yanked. They fell away easily and he once again was tortured and pleasured by her soft moans. His eyes wanted to be drawn down and down to study her pinkness, to taste and to touch it, but he had one task further to do -- release her breasts from the restraining bra. It was a simple task and Dahlia made it even easier by arching her back for him. Her bra was pulled away just as quickly as her panties and instead of being drawn to the pinkness, his eyes were burning from taking in the sight of her rosey nipples. His mouth watered and his côck wet against her hand that continued to stroke him. Her other hand appeared and he watched as she cupped her breast, fondling a nipple. He moaned, his eyes rolling back again. He couldn't take her stroking him and watching her fondle her breast. He gently eased her hand away from his throbbing member and urged her to cup her other breast. Even though the pain returned from her not touching him, he could now handle not cümming so soon.

"Please?" She asked, pulling her nipples and squeezing her breasts.

"Please what?" He groaned, thrusting against her smooth thigh, making her jerk towards him with the desire to be filled.

"Please... suck them," she moaned and Kale, not needing any further initiative, did as she asked, pulling a nipple into his mouth and laving it slowly with his tongue. He shivered as her fingers wounded into his hair and pulled lightly. Kale now thought back to her pink core and his other hand slithered down her soft body, making her arch up the closer he got to her. His fingers played across the skin on her mound, making her squirm, making her feel the torture she often put him through and when she finally whimpered, his fingers sought her clít and began small circles. She moaned loudly and Kale switched to her other nipple, making her cry out again. Kale couldn't stand it, his fingers sank lower and easily slipped inside her heat, finding it already wet. He pumped his fingers in and out, listening to her moans a second longer and finally pulled himself away completely.

He was prepared to enter her, his côckhead had even brushed against her wet püssy lips making her cry out again, but something held him steady. Kale's green eyes bored into her black ones and the burning feeling in his stratches returned. He knew he'd never go back to normal after this night with her again and he accepted it now, with an ease he hadn't had before.

"Do it," he groaned, pressing himself into her core slightly. She moaned, but knew exactly what he had meant as she lifted her body up, her sharp nails seeking his skin. She played with him at first, running the pads of her fingers across his skin, across the scratches that throbbed for her, but that only angered Kale.

He gripped her hips and growled, "Do it!"

Dahlia's eyes were wide with surprise, which was something that made Kale feel a wave of satisfaction at. He finally made the woman surprised. That wave disappeared instantly as his skin was sliced back open, blood trickeling down his stomach. He watched as Dahlia's eyes dilated and just as her tongue shot out and lapped up the stream of blood, he thrust all the way into her tight, wet channel.

"Ah!" She cried out, her mouth smeared with his blood and her body arching in pleasure. Kale couldn't describe the rush of pleasure he got from seeing her enjoy his côck deep inside her and have his blood ringing her mouth.

He didn't allow her to adjust much to him being inside her, instead he pushed her down and hovered over her, giving Dahlia complete access to his dripping chest while he drove himself as hard and deep into her core as he could. She screamed as he did, but not in an alarming way. Oh, no. She was screaming from the immense pleasure he caused her and as she lapped up his blood, he could feel himself getting closer and closer to spilling himself.

Kale glanced down to see her drinking up the blood he leaked and as he pounded harder into her cúnt, her mouth fell away to release cries and moans. Dahlia's eyes opened and when she seen him studying her she smiled, her mouth bloody and still he found her beautiful.

"Fúck," he hissed, driving deeper and watching as her eyes rolled back.

He felt her channel begin to spasm around his côck and he fücked her even harder, making her scream as another, deeper orgasm shook her. And as she tightened so incredibly hard around his díck, Kale himself burst, shoving himself as deep as he could go and cümming rapidly into her core.

Spent, Kale just barely managed to collapse beside Dahlia and through his haze of bliss he heard her release a sigh. A sigh that he wasn't entirely sure was good.