Fate, My Elementals & I (Breaking Borders)

Winner

*** Evony's Pov ***

"Okay, I believe we can stop here for today. Make sure and brief your respective sections on the changes we've agreed on and I want your suggestions and solutions reported to me by tomorrow morning. I want every last detail and worry expressed. Once we begin executing our plan, there is no option for changing it. As for plans B and C, take into consideration these are contingencies, not options. Do not deter unless instructed by Fero, Lyon or Terre. The appearance of the Elementals will not alter your original orders, is that understood?" I concluded.

Receiving my Generals' confirmation, I motioned for them to leave, as I focussed on some minor requests I had put on pause, due to the battle discussions. I sensed one of my guys stayed behind and his unwavering stare made me shiver involuntarily. I heard him walking around my desk and then behind my chair, as silent as a cat, and his palms resting on my shoulders.

"Hmmmm," I hummed as he began massaging the knots formed on the base of my neck, kissing me on the top of my head, where my hair was in a messy wrap. I did try very hard to concentrate. Believe me! But it felt too good to ignore. I placed my pen down and enjoyed the rub down. As he made his way lower down my back and arms, I felt one hand snake to the front of my crop top, lingering just below my bust line. A little under-b00b escaped the bralet I was wearing and he moaned when his thumb grazed against the plump flesh.

I felt his soft warm lips, kiss along the side of my neck, as both his hands proceeded to find their way under any cloth that prevented them from feeling the hefty mounds of flesh that he desired at the moment. It was slow at first, the kneeding. The kisses. Then it escalated. In one fell swoop, both my top and bra were on the floor. My chair swiveled around and I came face to face with a juicy meat stick already leaking pre-c0m, the head angry and purple.

Looking up innocently at him, I batted my eyelashes and licked my lips. The devilish smile I received, did things to my neglected pus$y, that a lady should not voice. Then again, I was no lady. I was a queen. Fierce, loyal and powerful. However, in this moment, I was a horny teenager, waiting for permission and whimpering like a puppy, as every time I lost my patience and stuck my tongue out to attempt to lick, his grip on my hair grew tighter.

"Open," was the only word said, in such a tender, yet forceful tone. On the command, both my lips and legs parted. I stuck my tongue out as he traced my bottom lip with his thumb, applying a bit of pressure.

"Good girl," he whispered to me and I felt the urge to clamp my thighs shut, but he had already positioned himself between them, making the action impossible.

He slapped my cheeks with his d**k and then allowed me a slight reprieve by tapping it on my tongue. I nearly curled the tip of my tongue to get a better taste, only to realize he would prolong my agony should I move without permission. He pressed the head into the center of my tongue, making me open wider, and finally, he slid inside.

"Arrrgghhhhhh......" he moaned, when his tip hit the back of my throat. I felt myself leaking at the sound, but with no way to get any friction, I just had to ride out the waves of pleasure. He slowly pulled back, only to push forth again. He kept the pace slow, praising me, reminding me to breathe through my nose and keeping a firm grip on my head, so as to make sure he didn't hurt me or allow me any control of mobility due to my eagerness.

His hips started moving a bit more hurriedly and I felt a slight ache where his pen!s kept rubbing against. Saliva was pouring out, mucus running out of my nostrils and my eyes watered. Despite all this, he looked at me like I was a goddess and told me just that. I felt sexy and desirable. I felt him twitch on my tongue and he pulled out. I whined at the loss and he only let out a deep chuckle, that was just as erotic as his moans.

Lifting my breasts, which were soaked from all the spittle that escaped, making me lean forward, he sandwiched his shaft between them. Gone was the gentle movements, as he t!t f0cked me with an unrivaled passion. He chased his release, growling as he spurted all over my chest and some even spattered on my face. He stood there catching his breath and playing with my n*****s.

My restless body refused to endure anymore, and my hips began moving in a circular motion, to the same rhythm as his fingers twirling around my areolas. The slight caress I got as I gyrated on my office chair only served to frustrate me further.

"What do you want, hmmm......... Let me guess......" he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "You want to be my slut, don't you?" I nodded, noting that the way he said it, as if it were the highest regard he could ever hold me to, made me wish to become just that and being anything else, right now, would mean I was unworthy of him.

Fingers stroked the side of my face and then gripped my chin. He tipped my head for me to look directly into his eyes. I saw lust, affection, trust, ownership and love swirling around.

"You will soon be my little c*m bucket, but for now, I must have a taste of how desperate you are for me," he relayed. I mewled in ancipation.

Applying a more firm grip on my chin, he motioned for me to get up. Once, I was standing in front of him, he grabbed my forearm and guided me to the sofa. He left me standing there while he took off his clothes and sat in all his glory.

"Strip," he ordered, and I hopped to it. Shimmying out my high waist skirt and lace boy shorts, feeling particularly empowered, as he somewhat lost his control for a moment, leaning forward to touch me. Catching himself mid way, he cleared his throat and leaned back.

"Place one hand on your t!t and the other is to pleasure the spot you crave the most I would touch," he smirked. I knew this was punishment for the sly smile that graced my face and as much as I did want him to touch me, I quite enjoyed his facial expressions of awe, hunger and all out desperation as I decided to give him a show. I turned one of the chairs to me and one leg on it. As I tugged at my n****e, raising my breast to meet my mouth, to kiss and suck on it myself, he got a full view of me fingering his pot of gold. As I felt myself reaching a new level of pleasure from just being watched by this attractive dominant, he chose to stop me.

Biting my bottom lip, so as to suppress the obscene words I wanted to yell at him, I saw those opal eyes narrow dangerously. Plastering on my most pliant look and took my leg off the chair. I lowered myself to the ground and crawled on all fours towards him. The shock that was evident on his face, let me know I was winning. I rubbed my face against his inner thigh and sucked his b@lls into my warm drooling mouth. He hissed and began petting my head, telling me what a good job I was doing.

This continued for only a short while, as he sat up, making them pop from my greedy mouth and grabbed me. He guided me to climb up onto the sofa, legs on either side of him, and he leaned back, saying, "Have a seat, my pet." Never needing to be told twice, I lined up my juice muffin on his mouth and braced myself with one hand on the back of the sofa and the other pressed against the wooden wall, behind it.

As his lips started vacuuming my labia, only to release and part them with his tongue, to nibble on my c**t, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. He chowed down, like it was the last supper and I couldn't think for most of it. The most unattractive grunts echoed in my ears and I felt embarrassed when I realized they were coming from me. It didn't seem to affect his interest in me, as he poked a finger into my slimy opening and pumped it in and out, as he continued the tongue Olympics on my cl!t. I felt said appendage come out and his hands part my ass cheeks. His now cold sticky finger probed my second hole and I panicked, clinching.

Lifting me slightly to look at me, he asked, "Don't you trust me, babygirl?"

My throat was dry so I just nodded, he said, "Good girl, just relax, I promise I will never do anything you won't like."

Repositioning me, after sucking on his finger, making it wet again, he started to tongue-f0ck my vagi!na. Feeling him pushing at that spot again, I relaxed my muscles and he finally entered. The odd feeling of intrusion lasted for less than a second, as an explosion of new sensations overruled it.

Being still and obedient was officially not in the cards for me any longer. I felt myself gyrating back and forth, pushing down on his face and finger, not knowing where I was going, just feeling the need to chase. My breathing became labored as though I was training for hours. Just as I thought it was impossible for me to feel more, the hand he was using to hold onto my as$ cheek, raised and came down with a force that made me jerk forward, making his mouth chase my c0nt.

A muffled, "Behave," came from under me and I forced my body into submission. I felt him smile against that sensitive area, only to lift me off him. My breath hitched as cool air hit my exposed area, and winched when he pulled out his finger.

"Down! Place yourself face down, draped over the handle. Legs apart. I suggest you get a good grip," he instructed.

Complying was slightly difficult as my legs felt like jelly and my weeping pus$y throbbed due to the denied o****m. Once I was in position, he came up behind me, smacked both butt cheeks, grabbed hold of my hips and slammed into my thirsty opening.

The havoc he caused to the bundle of nerves that were so desperate for friction, made my entire body lurch forward and vibrate with expectancy. When he pulled almost completely out, only to push back in with more force, nothing could have prepared me for what happened.

"It's like a waterfall back here, princess. Ohhh, you've made me so proud, baby girl. That gush forced my c0ck right out of you," he praised, while leaning over, pressing his chest to my back, both sticky with sweat, started stimulating my sensitive cl!t with one hand, and the other molding my breasts. "That's it. Yes, give me more. Hmmmmm.... Daddy's so happy. You are Daddy's little slut, right?"

Smiling at the title, I titled my head sidesway and he kissed my lips lightly and my temple.

"Now, it's time for Daddy to have some fun. Hold onto something," when my knees shook at his words, he laughed and motivated me, "I believe in you, my pet."

It was at least an hour later did the damned beast finish, while I was propped up against the wall. Exhausted and limp. Barely able to keep my own arms and legs wrapped around him. In my defense, he had my legs on his shoulders, so I believe when I passed out after, I was still the winner of this round.