Midnight Eternal (4 page)

“Yes, that is correct. And right now, I am going to use it for just that. I know it’s sore, but I also know that you want nothing more than to give me pleasure. Isn’t that right, butterfly?”

“Yes, Master,” I answered proudly.

“In a moment, I am going to fuck that pussy. I will take from it what I want, use it as I see fit. Unless you use one of your safe words, I won’t stop until I’m finished with it. What I am doing is purely for me. Now, if that naughty little body of yours happens to find pleasure in my fucking, you may come, but do not think that I will slow or stop for your rapture. I am fucking you because that pussy belongs to me, plain and simple. And right now, I want to use my pussy to get myself off. If you’re a good girl, I might consider allowing you to decide where I come, so while I’m fucking you raw, I’d like you to choose between in you or on you.”

His words might have offended some, but for me, I was beyond turned on. I was sore, and I knew it would hurt, but I was pretty sure I’d pass out from pain before I’d use a
safe word.

“Whose pussy is this?” he repeated, spreading my lips wide with his index finger and thumb while rubbing his hard cock between the now stretched folds.

“Yours, Master,” I panted.

“Mine,” he growled, thrusting in with such force that I was lifted from the seat and impaled on his shaft, causing me to scream out in both pain and pleasure. His hands gripped my hips and held me in place. “Mine,” he repeated, withdrawing and thrusting again, making me cry out even more loudly.

His pace was relentless as he assaulted my pussy with his cock. My words were incoherent as I moaned, screamed, begged, and pleaded with him. For what I was pleading, I wasn’t sure. It wasn’t that I wanted him to stop; it was more that I had no idea how to handle the sensations he was causing.

Several minutes later, though it felt like hours, I lost all control and balled my hands into fists as the first of many orgasms ripped its way through my body.

“Do you see that, butterfly? Do you see how your come is coating my cock?” He looked between us as his shaft appeared then disappeared into my glistening pink pussy. It amazed me that he could still speak intelligibly, while all I could do was vacillate between whimpering and screaming. “Do you know why my cock is coated in your come?”

“Ahhh,” was all I could manage as he continued his relentless pace. “Uh…it’s because…um…” I tried to think, but with his head touching that spongy place inside of me, I couldn’t seem to form a complete thought.

“Your pussy is coating my cock with come,” he informed me, thrusting faster than before, “because you are a little slut—
my
little slut.”

“Yes, Master!” I squealed just before another orgasm rendered me nearly speechless.

“And your body…your pussy knows it is only here for me, to please me.” I whimpered and prepared for the next orgasm and the next, though I had no control. Each one rocketed through me, leaving me more breathless than the one before.

“Look at this pussy,” he said, ramming himself in deeper and staying there. “Look at how we fit together.” Glancing between us, I saw the pink lips of my pussy stretched tight around his cock. “And look at this clit.” He rubbed it with his thumb and then pinched it. I squealed at the electrical impulses that shot straight from the bundle of nerves to every inch of my body.”

“My pussy,” he growled and began fucking me again, though he didn’t remove his thumb.

“Master! Master! Please!” I was begging him to stop, the sensation completely overwhelming. “Please stop! I’m going to…” But it was too late. I felt the muscles of my abdomen tense, along with the muscles of my ass. Looking between us, I watched in both amazement and horror as the fluid shot from my body, covering the chest and abdomen of my Master. He didn’t seem to care I was squirting, because he continued to fuck me and pinch and pull on my clit.

“Such a good little girl,” he growled, somehow thrusting harder and faster. “Your body pleases me. Where would you like my come?”

I’d thought the decision would be simple…that I would want him to come deep inside of me, coating my walls with his essence. In that moment, however, with the way he was looking at me—like my body was his, just his for the taking—I knew what I wanted. As always, what I wanted was what would please my Master the most.

“Ungh,” I groaned as another thrust left me nearly speechless. “Ungh…on…me…ungh…please, Master…come…on…ungh…me.”

The smile on his face let me know I’d made the right decision. He thrust a dozen or so more times, each motion slamming his hips against mine, until he withdrew and held his cock like a fireman holds a hose.

As his hand pumped over his shaft quickly, spurts of white come began to spray onto my body. The first hit my stomach—a thick line beginning at my right hip bone, crossing over my navel, and ending on my ribs just under my left breast. The second landed above the first, coating my nipple in his stickiness. The sight was so hot that I wanted to watch each stream hit my body, but when the third hit my cheek, streaking up past the bone and into my hair, I involuntarily closed my eyes. While they were closed, I felt another stream hit my face and coat my lips, and yet another splash onto my other breast. The final shot was just above my clit, and I shivered in excitement as the fluid began to drip between my folds. Opening my eyes, I gasped in awe. I’d seen come shots like this while watching porn, but I’d always assumed that it was trick photography. I’d never believed there was a way anyone could come that much, yet there I was, with it covering my body.

“You look perfect, butterfly.” I smiled and poked my tongue out to lick my
come-coated lips. “Don’t move, little one. You look breathtaking and I’d like to capture that image.”

I sat perfectly still as he used a pencil and sketchpad to draw me. I loved the feel of his come moving slowly over my flesh, and as I sat there and listened to the scratching sound, my eyelids began to feel heavy. The last thing I remembered was the look of satisfaction in his eyes as he took in my body.

“Oh fuck, babygirl,” I heard my Master whisper. “Lick your lips, butterfly,” he commanded. I was so tired, but my tongue poked out and gathered some of the delicious fluid. Within moments, it felt like I’d consumed an energy drink. My eyes opened and I watched him move quickly, unbuckling each of my wrist restraints and then my legs.

Before he could even finish, the effects of the small amount of come I’d consumed wore off. I didn’t know if he wanted to use me again, but I couldn’t fight the sleep.

“Sorry, Master…tired,” I mumbled as he lifted me in his arms. I struggled to stay awake, but as I settled my head against his chest, sleep won out.

“It’s alright, my beautiful butterfly. You served me well.”

Master

She was perfect—a work of art, really. I was surprised at the amount of fluid that erupted from my body, but I’d just eaten from her, and fucking her had been incredible. The way she looked wearing my come made me want to take her again, and I might have after I finished sketching the work of art that stood in front of me if she wouldn’t have nearly passed out.

I saw her eyes flutter closed for a moment and I thought she was just basking in the feel of my come, but when her body started to go limp and her torso was being held up only by the wrist restraints, I became concerned. “Lick your lips, butterfly,” I had urged her. Her tongue poked out and she licked at the fluid. It had given her enough of an energy burst that she was able to open her eyes, but she’d fallen back to sleep right after I’d released the buckles.

I carried her into the bathroom where I filled the tub with warm water. As much as I loved the way her body looked covered in my come, I couldn’t very well put her to bed like that.

I began by washing her face, then worked my way down her body from her breasts to her pussy. I was pleasantly surprised when my hand moved between her legs with the washcloth. Despite being out cold, she spread them wide. She was such a good submissive, even when she was asleep.

The final thing I did was wash her hair because some of my come had landed there, as well. Once finished, I dressed her in my shirt again and held her in my arms on the couch in the living room. I’d removed her play collar before the bath, so when she woke, she could speak freely. I wanted to know how it felt right before she fell asleep.

Finally laying her down, I sketched pictures of her to pass the time. When she shifted in her sleep, a waft of the scent of her arousal filled the air around me. I stifled a growl as the animalistic side of me imagined flipping her over the arm of the couch—regardless of her state of consciousness—and fucking her pussy until it was so full of my come that she had to wake up.

Of course, the part of me that was in love with her…her mate…would never do that to her. Not so much because I thought it was wrong, but because I was afraid it would harm her. The truth was, had she been Bocaj I wouldn’t have thought twice about fucking her whenever or however I wanted. But she wasn’t, and until I fully understood the effects my come had on her, I wouldn’t take any chances.

I’d been able to control myself with her—not going primal and injecting her with my toxin—but I didn’t want to take any chances, so I decided to step onto the balcony and get some sun. It was probably unnecessary, but when it came to my mate, there was no reason to risk putting her in danger.

Keeping the door open so I would know when she woke, I lay on the chaise lounge and allowed the evening sun to soak into my skin.

I closed my eyes, feeling my cells come alive while reliving our most recent scene. I wasn’t surprised that she’d allowed me to fuck her even though she had to have been sore. It was what my butterfly did—she served her Master. I’d fucked her hard, too, though I’d obviously held back quite a bit. I wanted her and her pussy to know just what I could do to them.

She’d surprised me when she chose to have me come on her rather than inside of her. When given the choice in the past, Gretchen, as well as my other former Bocaj submissives, would either reply, “Whatever pleases you, Sir,” or “Inside of me.” My butterfly was the first to ask me to mark her that way, and damn if it wasn’t exactly what I would have chosen.

The way she looked coated in my come made me want to take her out and parade her around so that all of the males would know she was mine. In many species, including Bocaj, males marked a female as theirs by coating her in their scent. Primitive, yes, but also effective, and the thought had my cock twitching.

After about an hour in the sun, I went inside to prepare a meal for my girl, figuring she’d be hungry when she woke. Thankful that Payton had brought an assortment of food, I prepared pasta and chicken with broccoli. I’d observed Bec eating those particular foods in the past, so I assumed she liked them.

Either the noise of me cooking or the aroma of the food pulled her from sleep, but unlike earlier in the day, she woke with a start. I’d just taken the chicken out of the oven when she screamed.

“Oliver!”

Racing into the room to see why she’d cried out, I found her sitting up on the couch blinking rapidly, apparently trying to get her bearings. She was holding her stomach and I wondered if she might be ill.

“Bec, Honey, what’s wrong?”

The fact that we were using our first names did not go unnoticed for either of us. Her hand flew to her neck where she discovered the play color had been removed.

“What happened? Did I fall asleep?” Her face fell. “Oh, did I not serve you?”

I smiled at her. “Oh, my butterfly served me well. But yes, you did fall asleep.”

She smiled and shook her head. “I had the oddest dream. First you bathed me, then…well, it was really embarrassing.” She paused for a moment, but when I looked at her she continued. “Well, I was dreaming that you were inside of me, filling me with your come.” I smiled. I liked that she dreamt of that. She didn’t seem content, though. “The thing is, there was so much. It filled me and filled me until my stomach was so enormous it looked like I was pregnant.” She had been looking down, but she met my gaze. “You didn’t uh, get me pregnant, did you?”

I loved how she’d given herself to me countless times before even worrying about the possibility of pregnancy. She was so trusting, so obedient…like a good submissive should be. I had to alleviate her concerns, though.

“No, my girl, I didn’t get you pregnant. It’s not possible for you to conceive a child with me.”

“You aren’t able?” she asked, eyes wide.

“Yes, I’m able to father a child,” I clarified. “But you and I, we couldn’t do it together. Our bodies aren’t compatible.”

“They felt compatible to me,” she giggled.

“You know what I mean. You would have to be like me in order for me to get you pregnant.”

It was strange that I hadn’t thought of it before, and I began to wonder. If she
did
undergo the transformation, would she be able to conceive and carry a child? Reproducing for Bocaj was rare, and surviving the genetic alteration was even more unlikely. I’d have to ask Gabriel if he’d ever heard of a case where the transformed female was able to conceive.

While I’d been thinking about that possibility, Bec had clearly been thinking along another different route altogether. “Do you have any children?”

“No. My kind doesn’t reproduce very often. Our life cycle is considerably longer than that of a human and we are physically superior, but Bocaj women often struggle carrying a baby to term. It is very strenuous on her body.”

“But your mother did it? Twice, right? Or do you have more siblings?”

“No, just me and Sydney. My mother is a fighter. Sydney and I are very close in age, too. Usually Bocaj wait longer between pregnancies to give the female time to recover and become strong again.”

“How close together are you two?”

“She’s almost seventy five years older than me,” I stated, watching Bec’s mouth fall open.

“How is that possible? She looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties. There is no way Sydney is around one hundred years old.”

I burst into laughter. I guess I’d forgotten to tell her my age when we discussed the Bocaj earlier. Oddly enough, one hundred was way off, as well. Sydney was nearing two hundred and seventy-five years old.

“I told you that our life cycles were longer than humans. Sydney is two hundred seventy-two years old.”

Her eyes were as wide as saucers. “That makes you…uh…um…”

“One hundred-ninety-nine now. I had a birthday a few months ago.”

“But you don’t look old. How is that possible?”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Try not to think of me as a two hundred year old man. Think of me as something like, I don’t know, a Galapagos tortoise or a Redwood tree.”

She bit back a smile. “A tortoise or a tree?”

“Well, it’s not exactly the same, but can you tell the difference between a two hundred year old Redwood and a five hundred year old one?” She shook her head. “And even with a tortoise, once they are twenty, they’ve reached maturity and don’t change much for the next hundred or more years. We change, just not that much.”

She stared at my face for a moment, then seemingly satisfied with my explanation, nodded. “Alright, but I do have a question about what you said before.”

“Ask me anything.”

“Well, you said that you don’t have any children, and that your parents only have two even though all of you are hundreds of years old. How is that possible? I know how often you like to come. Do other Bocaj men come as often as you do?”

“I’m not sure exactly, and my sexual appetite has increased considerably since I’ve met you.” My words caused her to smile. “But yes, most Bocaj men ejaculate at least once a day, even if it is through self gratification.”

Her brow wrinkled. “Then how, in all that time, has there not been a mistake. No missed pill or broken condom, something…”

I loved how curious she was. “Bocaj women don’t take birth control pills. That’s a rather recent invention and I’m not sure it would work with our kind. Condoms are rather new, too. I doubt they would hold. Honestly, I’ve never used one so I don’t know.”

“What? Then how?”

“Well, Bocaj females know when they are
in heat
, if you will. When they are fertile, a mark appears on their bodies. It’s similar to the mark they got when they reached maturity, and it allows them and their mates to know and make the choice. Shane tells me that when he sees that mark, Sydney will do anything to serve her Master, with the exception of intercourse. He’s just as happy to stay away. It doesn’t happen every month like with humans—more like three or four times a year.”

Bec nodded. “That part would be nice.”

“Like I said, Bocaj pregnancies take a lot out of the female. She needs twice the amount of sunlight and other nutrition.”

“Well, I’m glad your mother did it,” she said with a smile.

Glancing outside, I saw that the sun had set and thought back to how I used to wait for night just so I could watch her perform. Perhaps I’d have her perform for me tonight. I’d called us both out of work for tomorrow, as well, with hopes of making it a four day weekend. I wanted to get her back in the playroom once she was finished eating, but I figured she’d want some things from her apartment before we began again for the evening.

“After you finish eating, I’d like to take you back to your apartment.”

I couldn’t help but notice the look of disappointment that crossed her face. It occurred to me that she might have misunderstood and thought I meant that she would be sleeping there. I had no intentions of her sleeping away from me this weekend. In fact, when I thought about it, I wondered if I would ever be ready for her to leave me. That would be something I’d have to think about and discuss with her.

She had her back to me and was at the sink washing dishes while I was putting away the food she hadn’t eaten.

I walked up behind her and grabbed ahold of her hips, pulling her ass to my erection. I loved that she was just wearing my T-shirt because it allowed me to feel her warm wetness against my pants. “The only reason I wanted to take you back to your place was so that you could grab a few things to make you more comfortable here. I was hoping you’d stay the night again. I’ve already called us out of work for tomorrow, and then it’s Saturday. I’d really like it if you would stay the entire weekend.”

She turned, and when I didn’t step back, the full front of her body pressed against mine. Craning her neck so she could see me, she all but purred, “I’d love to spend the weekend with you, Oliver, my Master.”

We made a quick trip to her apartment where she grabbed some toiletries and a few changes of clothes. I didn’t bother to tell her that I had little intention of her being out of the playroom long enough to bother getting dressed.

Once we got back upstairs to the penthouse, she looked at me for instruction, holding her small bag in her hand.

“Uh, where should I put my things?”

I’d thought about it while we were in her apartment. I knew she was my mate and I would want her in my bed with me, but I wasn’t sure how she would react to that. In addition, it could make our roles as Dominant and submissive confusing. I thought it was best to work into it. There were a few other reasons and I explained them to her.

“Actually, I’d like you to put them in the room down the hall to the right.” I led her to the room, and when I opened the door I could see the disappointment on her face. It was simply decorated, containing only a single bed, nightstand, and dresser. The walls, which were painted a soothing taupe, were adorned with a few pieces of artwork. It would be a great place for rest and reflection.

“This isn’t your room, is it?” she asked, though she clearly knew the answer.

“No, it isn’t. The master bedroom is across the hall, though honestly I don’t use it much.” She nodded like she understood, but I wasn’t sure she did. I knew this was her first BDSM relationship.