Chapter 183: Breaking the Walls +18

Azura’s POV

♡{Mature scene}♡

I stood there in my chambers, the heavy wooden door shut behind us. The torches on the wall cast a warm, flickering glow over everything, but my heart was beating so fast it felt like it might burst out of my chest.

Rhydor looked at me, his eyes dark and heavy with something I didn’t want to name.

"Is she awake?" he asked, voice low. "Can you communicate with her?"

I shook my head slowly. "No... I cannot communicate with her. She is awake. I can feel her presence, like a whisper inside my mind. But I cannot hear her voice. I do not know why."

Rhydor studied me for a long moment, his gaze searching my face. "That means she is not fully awake yet. She is present enough for you to feel her, but not free enough for true words. Not truly free."

I swallowed, feeling the weight of it settle in my stomach. "How am I supposed to free her, then?"

He stepped closer, the heat from his body reaching me before his hands did. "What we are doing now... it is not a bad idea at all for that."

I blinked, confused. "What do you mean?"

His voice dropped, turning deep, slow, and full of lust. "The more we come together, the more we hit the walls between you two. The more we make love, the more it breaks the chains holding her back."

I stared at him, trying to read if this was just him wanting to take me again or if there was real truth in his words. It felt strange. Suspicious. But the bond was humming under my skin, warm and insistent. "What... how? Wait, you’re not marking me."

Rhydor raised his hands slightly, palms open. "Fine. You will not receive my mark if you do not want it yet. But the more we meet like this, the closer we get to reaching her."

I stared at the stone floor, my mind spinning in circles. Part of me wanted to push him away. Another part remembered how good it had felt last time. I stepped back, looked at him for a long moment, then let out a long breath. "Then let’s get this over with."

Before I could change my mind, I moved forward and jumped on him. My arms wrapped around his neck, my legs around his waist. Rhydor caught me easily, his big hands gripping my ass as he pressed my back against the cold stone wall.

His mouth found mine in a slow, deep kiss. Not rushing. His lips moved against mine like he was savoring every second, his tongue sliding in to taste me.

I kissed him back, clumsy and unsure, but the heat building between my legs made me press harder against him.

After what felt like forever, he pulled away from the wall, still holding me, and carried me to the bed. He laid me down gently on the soft furs.

His mouth went to my collarbone, kissing slowly, sucking lightly as his hands pulled my gown down off my shoulders.

The fabric slid lower, the cool air touching my breasts. I didn’t stop him. I let it happen, my breathing getting heavier.

When his hot mouth closed over one nipple, I bit my lip hard. We were not alone in the castle. I could not be loud.

But Goddess... his tongue licked slow circles around the hard peak, then he sucked it deep into his mouth, gentle at first, then harder, wet sounds filling the quiet room.

Slurp. Sckaa.

His other hand massaged my other breast, fingers rolling and pinching my nipple. I grabbed his hair, tugging as pleasure shot straight down to my core.

He kept sucking, switching between licking, sucking, and gentle bites. Then he lifted his head, eyes dark with hunger. "I still have one more to enjoy," he said, voice rough.

He pushed the gown further down, kissing every new inch of skin until it was completely off. I lay there naked under him.

This time, I did not cover myself. There was no point. He has seen me like this anyway.

Rhydor looked at me like he wanted to memorize every curve. His eyes lingered between my legs, on the dark hair covering my pussy.

He reached out one hand and touched me there, stroking the outer lips slowly while watching my face.

I tried to keep my expression calm, but when his finger brushed over my swollen clit, a small whimper slipped out. I bit my lip again.

He smiled, slow and knowing. "How long do you think you can hold that in?"

I stayed quiet, trying. But then his wet finger slipped inside my pussy.

Slick.

I gasped sharply, my face breaking. He stroked me slowly, in and out, his thumb circling my clit at the same time. Wet, squelching sounds came from between my legs.

Squish, squelch.

I could not stay neutral anymore. My mouth fell open, strange expressions twisting my face as pleasure built. I did not even know what I looked like.

He pulled his dripping finger out. It was shiny with my juices, a thick string of slime stretching between my flesh and his hand. I looked away, embarrassed.

But he caught my chin and turned my face back to him. He brought the wet finger to my mouth and pushed it inside. My eyes widened in shock, but I sucked on it, tasting my own wetness, the salty-sweet flavor of my own pussy juice coating my tongue.

He watched me with burning eyes while his hand kept stroking my mouth now.

I gave him a look that said I wanted more.

He pulled his finger from my mouth, licked it himself with a wet slurp, then kissed me deeply. Our tongues tangled, messy and wet, sharing everything.

When he started moving down to lick my pussy, I held his head. "No. This time I want to do it."

He looked surprised. "Are you sure?"

"I-i can do it."

I sat up and tried to undress him, but I did not know the clasps well. He helped me, pulling everything off until his chest was bare.

We knelt facing each other on the bed. I kept my eyes on his strong chest, avoiding his face. But when I noticed he wasn’t doing anything, I looked up and saw him smirking at me. Then he lay on his back on the bed.

His muscles looked powerful, especially with his hands behind his head. They bulged.

Why are you even noticing that? Stop it. You do not like him. I scolded myself in my head. Yes, you do not like him.

His trousers showed a big, hard bulge. I undid the belt and buttons slowly, then pulled them down. His thick cock sprang out, heavy and hard, slapping against his stomach with a dull thud before standing straight up.

It was long, heavily veined, the head dark red and leaking pre-cum.

I stared. "How does it stand up like that without anyone holding it?"

Rhydor chuckled low, a gravelly sound in his chest. "Because it wants to be buried deep inside your tight little pussy, Pumpkin."

I blushed hard. I reached out and wrapped my hand around it. It pulsed hot, alive, and throbbing against my palm. I pulled back quickly, startled by the sheer heat of it. He took my hand gently and wrapped it around his thick cock again.

"Like this," he said, moving my hand up and down slowly.

Shhk, shhk.

"Feels good, doesn’t it?"

I shook my head.

He chuckled, put his hand back behind his head and watched me. I used both hands, stroking his big cock, watching the shiny pre-cum smear over the thick veins. After a while, my arms tired.

"Two hands are not enough. It feels tiring."

"Then use your mouth too."

I looked at him. "You want me to put my mouth on the thing you pee with?"

He smiled. "I put mine in yours. Fair is fair."

I looked at him for a while, then wrapped both hands around his thick cock and leaned down. I touched the leaking tip with my tongue first, tasting the salty, sticky drop.

Then I opened my mouth and took the massive head inside, moving my hands up and down while sucking.

Gulp, slurp, chok.

Rhydor groaned deeply, his jaw tight, eyes closed. I kept going, swallowing his length, trying my best even as my jaw started to ache and saliva ran down the side of my chin.

I stopped when I got too tired, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "You have not come yet."

He pulled me up gently, his eyes completely bloodshot with lust. "You did well, pumpkin. Now let me take care of you."

He removed his trousers completely and kneeled back down on the bed and moved me so fast that I felt my back hit the soft bed.

He opened my legs wide on the bed, pinning my knees near my ears. I lay flat, completely exposed, my dripping pussy twitching in the open air.

He knelt between them, gathered a mouthful of thick saliva, and spit directly on my pussy.

Ptoo.

The warm, wet saliva landed on my folds, mixing with my own juices. Then he rubbed the thick, blunt head of his cock up and down my slit, spreading the wetness, teasing my swollen clit with the rim.

Squulch, squulch.

I squirmed, aching, my hips lifting on their own.

"Please stop teasing and just do it," I whispered, my voice breaking.

"Have you done this before?" he asked, his voice a dark rasp.

I shook my head.

"Then it is going to hurt at first."

He lined himself up and pushed inside me with one heavy, deep, unyielding thrust.

Sqush.

I screamed, a sharp, tearing sound that I was sure the whole castle heard. The stretch burned so much, my tight walls screaming under the sheer width of him.

"Why did you do it so roughly?"

"I’m sorry, pumpkin," he groaned, his face twisting as my tight pussy clamped around him like a vice. "But to wake her, I need to hit the wall hard. Not slow. I need to bang against it."

"Is that the only way?" I asked, trying to hold back my tears.

He nodded, his hips already twitching to move. "I promise I will not hurt you more than this."

He started moving again, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, faster and harder.

Slap, squelch, slap.

I cried out, but soon the burning pain melted into a thick, heavy pleasure. He was hitting a spot deep inside, slamming right against my cervix, making me see stars. I moaned loudly, no longer caring who heard.

"Ah! Rhy... ah!"

He flipped me onto my stomach, lifted my hips so my butt was high in the air, and thrust back in from behind. He didn’t use any care now; he just pounded into me. His heavy balls slapped violently against my pussy lips with every hard stroke.

Clap, slap, clap, slap.

The bed creaked loudly. Squeak, squeak.

Wet, sloppy, disgusting slapping sounds filled the room as our sweaty bodies moved together.

"You are the best thing that has ever happened to me," he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips, leaving red marks as he buried himself to the root. "I can never let you go. Fucking hell, Azura, you’re so tight."

I screamed his name, calling him "Rhy" without thinking, completely lost in the dirty, animalistic rhythm.

He kept pounding me fast and deep, his cock sliding through a mountain of our mixed fluids, making loud, squishing noises.

Shluck, shluck, shluck.

Then he turned me on my side, lifted one leg over his shoulder, and drove into me again from a cruel angle.

I was yelling, moaning, begging for more, my head thrashing against the wet furs.

The pleasure built higher and higher until I came hard, my internal muscles pulsing and clenching tight around his thick cock like a trap, milking him.

"Rhy! I’m... ah!"

Rhydor let out a loud, beastly roar and exploded deep inside me, his hips pinning me down as he flooded my pussy with ropes of hot, thick, creamy cum.

Spurt, spurt.

But he didn’t stop, he kept thrusting hard through both our orgasms, grinding his groin against my soaking ass until we were both completely spent.

We collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat, his softening cock still buried deep inside me, overflowing with white cum that began to leak out onto the sheets.

I lay there, heart pounding, wondering what kind of door we had just opened.