Taken... by the Darkness

The mild tapping of her clit was driving Lynden wild with frustration and hunger. She could feel the wave of pleasure mounting inside her. She rode his fingers by now, seeking to draw them deeper inside her... to touch places of desire and nerves within, long since untouched by her or him. It was then that his fingertips grazed that almost hidden bundle of nerves on the roof her channel.

"Ahhhh...Pfffhh... Fuck!" A low guttural screamed escaped from her mouth, but at this point she no longer cared who might hear, lost in the climb to ecstasy.

"Ah," he said in satisfaction. "Music to my ears. Will you scream when you cum for me? I think you will... scream for me, sweetheart. Scream when you cum."

His fingers were plunging in and out of her rhythmically, roughly, steadily... but always making contact with her g-spot. She panted, gasped, both riding and bucking somewhat disoriented against his fingers. His thumb rubbed at her clitoris. She offered a low-pitched sob... writhing.

He withdrew his fingers, put them into his mouth, and suckled, drinking in the sweet taste of her. She whimpered at the loss, only to scream again, as she felt his fingers thrust more vigorously inside her again. She shuddered in pleasure as he began to strum her clit with his thumb, moving his fingers inside her all the while.

Feeling like she's going to faint, Lynden's crossed thighs locked around his fingers as she lets out a wail of completion, the fire in her body crashing upon her as he slowed his thrusting hand. Wave after wave of inexplicable ecstasy swamped her, as she bucked and heaved, her body completely overcome with pleasure.

As she came down from her incredible high, the rotating movement of her hips slowly lessoning, he returned to caressing her buttocks and inner thighs, skimming his fingernails across her feverish skin, enjoying the shudder of her body as he removed his other fingers from her wet channel, hopeful of her being rocked with aftershocks of intimate bliss.

As the blissful aftershocks became less frequent, Lynden couldn't help but flex her hips and stretch the spine in a feline display of contentment. She possessed such a feeling of wonder... but also an undefined edge still remaining, and yet also took note of her sated and exhausted state. Through this haze, Lynden registered... both felt and heard movement between her legs.

"Lynden, are you still unwilling to face the truth about us?" he asked, as she felt him shuffle behind and against her. "Your own body betrays what your mind is trying so hard... and failing to convince itself!" he concluded, again she felt something nudge her.

"Yes... I have to for self-preservation," she gasped, defiant to the last.

"Well," he said softly. "I'm so sorry that you believe that's necessary, especially given all that I've done in the past to demonstrate just how secure your place is with me."

A finger of his retraced a gentle path to her sex... as if seeking or guiding, but then with firmness, he thrust his erect cock inside her, to which she gasped and moaned, involutarily arching her back and sex.

"I love it when you moan," he said, panting. He gripped her hips and pumped inside her, closing his eyes at the exquisite pleasure of having her, hot and tight... and wet - her velvet vise encased around him. His fingers cradled her buttocks, squeezing and kneading in tune to his thrusts.

"How does it feel?" he demanded.

"Ffff...ull," she gasped. "So full." And it was - he seemed to fill every inch of her as he plunged inside to the hilt. She was mindless, out of control again. Every thought seemed to center on the incredible sensation of being filled, being taken, again and again. She was so very wet, could feel her wetness running down her thighs, could feel his size pumping inside her, and it seemed that it was all that she could feel. She could feel that undefinable edge drawing nearer again, close enough that she could almost taste the pleasure of her orgasm. She bit her lip, moaned again and bucked against him.

She was close, he knew. He revelled in the expression on her face despite the blindfold, one of mingled pain and pleasure. He was taking what he wanted from her although it wouldn't last, and he knew it. If the only way he could be at one with her... reconciled and in harmony with her despite their differences... than so be it. May God forgive him the consequences? He took no small comfort that at this time, she didn't seem to care either. Her mouth opened... silent in anticipation of ecstasy, so he chose that moment to withdraw.

Lynden cried out in dismay. He looked up from his downward gaze of their lovemaking. "What is wrong Lynden? Maybe you're ready to surrender to me... to the possibility of 'us' after all?"

"Yes," she said, almost screaming in exasperation. "Yes, I'm willing... but I think you already knew that? Finish me!"

At that... he bent to claim her mouth in as raw, unfiltered, and soul-reaching a kiss as possible. He crushed her lips, openmouthed with his tongue seeking its mate, and she reciprocated in passionate desperation. He pulled away after a moment with a look of adoration. "Beg me," he whispered.

"Please," she whispered.

"Please what?"

"Please!"

"Tell me you want me."

"I want you."

"Tell me you want me to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me. Please." Perhaps here at the last, she had come to accept him... and maybe them together again, he thought wildly.

Within seconds, Lynden's ass was rebounding sinfully against his gyrating pelvis behind her. His teeth grazed down her neck as he pulled her fantastic fanny out a bit more, allowing himself deeper access. If someone with a voyeuristic bent had been watching them arrive at this point, they couldn't help but conclude from the raw animalistic quality on display, that the need to mindlessly mate had devoured them both. Almost as if a raging beast inside of each of them was fighting and tearing for release.

Underneath her blindfold, Lynden's darkness exploded into a thousand lights as every muscle in her contracted painfully at once. Muscles deep inside of her, that she never knew existed, clenched tightly around him, but still she had just enough sense to hear a low groan from him.

But not for long... as her world shattered! Her body went rigid as she was swept over the cliff of ecstasy, a torrent of shockwaves overwhelming her senses so powerfully that she could barely breathe. Lynden was dimly aware of his continuing movements; the powerful strokes making her feel as if he was going to pound her into the wall.

Despite her head screaming that she could no longer go on... the body refused to listen as her pussy drove into him with each continuing thrust, demanding, as if pushing him to continue. He raised his head from her neck to seek out her exposed jawline, nipping her skin in a trail marks designed to brand her as his. Aware of his proximity, Lynden desperately turned her face to seek his lips with her own.

Their mouths and tongues met in fierce display of hunger for each other, and even though she was slammed by his passion against the wall and the cushion of her upraised arms, her bound hands slapped against the wall for support. Strong, pulsating flesh against flesh caused Lynden's body to defy her brain again, and she crashed over the edge one last time.

He broke the kiss allowing her head freedom... as he thrust into her one last time. As she contracted one last time in orgasm, she let out an elongated low-pitched scream. He held onto her then, exhausted as she was... and wrapped his arms around her and gathered her close, drawing her into his protection until her ability to stand unaided returned.

He was still inside her. "Lynden, can you stand on your own?" he asked, part out of concern, and part because he wasn't finished with her yet.

Coming down off her high with her wits still scattered, Lynden couldn't vocalize an answer, so she merely nodded her head in agreement. In response to this, she felt him release her from his embrace. Whereby he bent down to grab her pajama bottoms at the waistband, making as if to pull them back up in place. But not before he used a forefinger to wipe and collect a trail of her sweet nectar that had run down the inner thigh to the back of her knee.

She then heard him suck those juices off that very same finger, inwardly blushing with delight and renewed fever at the imagination of his erotic delight in her responsiveness to him. "Damn, talk about the nectar of Divine providence... just another sign that you are the crown of creation!"

After cleaning his finger completely, he returned to his task of returning her bottoms to their proper place. Securing the waistband of her pajama bottoms to their delightful place on her fantastic fanny, he grasped each shoulder and gently turned her around to face him with her back opposite the house exterior. Making sure she was steady on her feet in front of him before proceeding, he then raised a hand to encourage the lowering of her upraised arms from above her head to hang more relaxed in front.

"Lynden, I'm going to guide you down onto your knees now. You can use your hands to temporarily brace yourself and gain your balance on me, but more than likely, you'll need to the use of them later for what I have mind. So balance yourself on your feet and knees as well as possible." He instructed in smooth voice. With that news, he guided her down to a position where she kneeled in front of him, allowing her tied wrists and hands briefly to hold onto his naked thighs for balance.

Given his new instructions, Lynden anticipated what came next... truth be told, she relished both the thought and expectation of this added pleasure. Again, as if he could read her better than herself, "You want to suck my cock don't you? In fact, at this point, you want nothing other than to take me in your mouth... and use that wicked mouth of yours... having your way with me!"

At this revelation, she involuntarily licked her lips, which unseen to her... brought a smile of satisfaction to his face. He sighed, and then moved closer until his cock was level with her face and nudged at her lips. "Take me inside your mouth... and love me Lynden like you long to," he commanded.

Dazed, she opened her lips obediently and he slipped inside, emitting a heartfelt groan of pleasure. Her tongue flicked at him and he almost came right then. "Suck me," he said firmly. She did, and he groaned again, letting out a moan of pleasure as she took him deeper inside her mouth. "Love me, Sweetheart. Just show me your love."

Lynden let herself go again in response... relishing both the poignancy and intimacy of her act for him. She seemed to have lost all capacity for thought, preferring to take him by instinct. She was sucking that which she had long admired... and that seemed to be all that mattered, that and renewed fire between her legs. She sucked him harder, then made to take him deeper, where as if sensing her intention, he suddenly withdrew. "Hold on," he said. "Now, beg me. Tell me how much you want my cock in your mouth."

On her knees and still blindfolded, she looked up at him then, as if she could see him. "Please, I want your cock... I need your cock in my mouth" she whispered in earnest. "Please let me have you... love you in this way."

Closing his eyes, he felt her begin to rub the head of his cock on her lips, which she pursed as a new sensation for him. His cock rubbed back and forth slowly on her lips... and when she paused and kissed it, he opened his eyes to find her face looking up as if she could see through her blindfold into his eyes. As her own arousal gained strength, she began to bathe his shaft lovingly with her talented lips, and they parted a bit wider in order her tongue to come into play. She groaned with desire and the interplay of her lips and tongue gave him reasons to think that she savored the taste of his cock. Perhaps it was the taste of herself and cum on him, or maybe the leak of his precum? Either way, it seemed to trigger to an impassioned cocksucking.

Her delightful tongue having savored the taste of him from her lips, went on to trace underside length of his shaft, from the hilt all the way to the tip. Of her own accord, Lynden reached up and cupped his cock and balls in her tied hands... crossed palms up, her thin fingers wrapping lightly around the base.

She flicked the tip of his cockhead, evoking even more precum running down into her tongue as she licked him with vigor. "Mmmmm", she moaned around his cock. They both groaned aloud and seemed to shudder together in the throes of mutual pleasure, all of which made Lynden's head lurch forward and attempt to take more of his cock into her mouth.

His groaning was all the invitation she needed apparently, and in spite of her tied wrists, he felt her palms urge... pull more of him into her mouth. Lynden desired to take him deeper... wondering herself how deep throating him might effect his arousal... or hers for that matter. All such inhibitions long gone by now, and anticipating what might be necessary, she loosened her throat and mouth, letting her jaw go slack as she pulled his cock slowly in and out of her hot mouth.

Wet slurping noises provided accompaniment as she slid his swollen cock past her lips. Her mouth... jaw to be exact getting sore, she gave up sustaining on any real suction, and switched to urging him to just fuck her mouth like he did her pussy, letting the saliva that pooled in her mouth to run out and down her chin as she gurgled incomprehensible words.

He saw droplets of it escape her chin onto hoodie and tee as she continued to feed herself his cock. He pushed deeper with each thrust, causing her to gag when his size reached the back of her throat. She paused momentarily to look up at him again, daring him to think that she could see through her blindfold, her face more flushed, and it was almost a look of contentment.

"Your cock is so big, I'm having trouble with it... my jaw and lips are too sore." She freely admitted, almost in embarrassment.

He responded by shoving her head part way back onto his cock. "But, you really wanted to suck my cock, right? Isn't that what you said, 'that you wanted... no needed my cock in your mouth'?" She murmured into his cock, a combination of submission and being caught out at the truth.

He continued the verbal prodding, enjoying the sudden shift in honesty. "So, let me fuck your mouth with my big cock. Love me with your lips and that tongue... until I cum inside that sinfully wicked mouth of yours."

As he gyrated his hips in her face, Lynden began to think that just maybe... she could reach a third... well, mini-orgasm. She didn't think that she could take much more of this, she thought, as it had maybe become a contest of wills again - 'immovable object meets irresistible force'. She could hear her own moans and groans as he fucked her tight lil' mouth, along with the wet slurping noises of her mouth accompanying the intimate scene. She realized that he was going deeper in her throat with greater ease now. Despite the soreness, she was relaxed and aroused enough to go with his movements in perfect synchronicity. "I'll have a sore throat tomorrow." she thought. "And most likely, he'll have a sore cock."

Her eyes watered a bit with the physical exertion, especially her elevated breathing. But she drove herself on, seeking his release, as well as maybe her own. Taking advantage of his pause from fucking her mouth, she grasped the shaft of his cock with one hand, stroking its slick length while she used her tongue to lathe the underside and cockhead. His cock pulsed at this renewed attention to detail, and she thought she could detect from his own rapid breathing and exertions that he was getting close to cumming.

Lynden squeezed the base of his cock with her hand and took him back into her mouth, her head bobbing in a slow rhythm, her hand moving to stroke him in unison. She lavished attention on the upstroke, wrapping and twirling her tongue around the head of his cock, while twisting her hand on his shaft. His breathing came in labored gasps now as he groaned and moaned, staring down in wonderment as she sucked he cock with evident hunger and pleasure.

At the beginning of his tremors, and his hands clutching for her head, Lynden leaned back slightly and opened her mouth wider. While curling in the edges of her tongue, she milked him with two hands, pointing his cockhead at what she hoped was her waiting open mouth. Her hands met in the middle of his cock and slid both up and down, in opposite directions, twisting as they stroked. He growled as she jerked his cock and did his best to adjust his aim at her sinful mouth, releasing a primal sound of a man in ecstasy.

Lynden could only feel the first large shot of cum rocket onto her top lip, falling from there onto her outstretched tongue. It seemed like a constant stream of hot cum shot out of him as the first shot lasted for a long time.

As the pressure of his powerful release waned, cum flooded onto her tongue, overflowing into her mouth as some of it leaked out to dribble down her chin. She closed her mouth to swallow this mouthful, thinking by its quantity that might be all.

She was therefore shocked, when a second shot, harder than the first, smacked her left cheek, just below her eye. This jet flowed like a line across her face, from her left cheek across to her upper lip and onto her chin. Now realizing that there would be more, she again opened her mouth, which still possessed his first load.

His third and final spurt of cum lacked the speed of the first two, but still managed to drain itself into her mouth as she instinctively leaned forward to catch it. Her sweet mouth in opening allowed her existing mouthful to overflow slightly, so she tilted her head back to keep from losing what she meant to savor. She rubbed his cock on her lips as she sipped down her mouthful as he continued to spurt smaller traces onto her lips, enough to cause it to run down her chin.

"Lynden, if only you could see yourself right now. You are a sight for sore eyes. I'm not sure that I've ever seen you as erotic or so wanton... as gorgeous as you are right now. You're so incredibly... fucking beautiful!" He offered with adoring eyes. She responded by taking him gently into her mouth and milking the remaining cum from his cock, swallowing it and truly savoring the taste of him. He shuddered and his legs suddenly felt weak, but he managed to catch himself with one hand braced against the side of the rental home.

"Oh... Heavens..." He muttered, sincerely amazed and completely sated from the most erotic performance he had ever be blessed enough to participate in. "Sweetheart, you will be death of me!" he whispered in one final prolonged sigh of admission.

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She awoke with start! Aware that this latest dream was more vivid that any that had preceeded it. With instant clarity and insight, she knew now that she must make her peace with him. She didn't think that she could go on... as she recently tried without him. If anything, her dreams of late had driven that point home, that there really wasn't anywhere she could run or hide from her soulful love... the darkness that threatened to vie for her real attention and acceptance. The truth must be allowed to be set free... and with it... maybe herself as well!?

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