The Fallen Angels Captives

Chapter 10: Pleasure

His hands were already on both my thighs, sliding up between my legs hungrily towards my yet untouched center when the queen called out, "no my darling boy, let Hunter be her first, then you can f**k her to your heart’s content." I didn't know why the queen wanted it to be Hunter, but there was a reason behind it, that much I was certain of.

Hunter hadn't made any move until now. I couldn't stop blushing like some silly teenage girl with a crush as he came towards me. I was still in chains and his use of them had me soaking my plain white cotton panties.

He pressed me against the wall, using the chains attached to my wrists to wrap around his fists and lift my arms up, pinning me against the wall dominantly . Trapped like that, he pressed his lips to my neck and drew soft moans from my lips before he even started to lick and kiss his way down to my collarbone and lower.

He brushed his lips along my breasts teasingly, leaving light kisses as he moved on and towards my n*****s. He took turns with each n****e, sucking on one and then the other, squeezing and playing with his free hand while he sucked one n****e and then swapping over so that no breast was left unpleasured.

With his other hand still pinning my arms and my chains against the wall above my head, he used his other to slip between my legs to where I was already soaking wet for him.

Feeling how wet I was, he raised an eyebrow but said nothing except for a whisper into my ear to slide my panties down for him.

I did so and bit my lip hard when he slid a finger into me, making me feel things I had never felt before.

No amount of touching myself had ever produced the amount of pleasure he was giving me with just that one finger.

When he slipped another finger inside, it was a bit of a struggle, and I watched as it was his turn to bite his lip, and most certainly the hottest thing I had ever seen him do. "s**t, you are so f*****g tight," He breathed.

When he had two fingers finally inside of me, he lasted only two minutes before he removed them saying, "I just want to get to the fucking."

The queen was still watching and I blushed, almost forgetting we had an audience. Both the queen and Jake were touching themselves while they watched.

Hunter undid my chains and pulled me to the floor with him, crawling over me so that I had to lie down, allowing him on top of me.

I wanted him to kiss me between my legs like he had done the queen, but I wasn't sure if it was something he did freely or only with people he cared for. Not that I knew whether he cared for the queen or not.

What I did know however was that he was too turned on to wait any longer because he had me on my back and was already trying to push himself and his thick big length inside of me.

It kind of hurt and I found myself tensing while he kept trying to push. Leaning on his forearms, so he could look down at me, he murmured, "come on, relax darling and let me f**k you."

"I'm trying, you’re just so big," I moaned, both in pleasure and pain.

He gave a soft laugh and said quietly, "the queen wants a show, try to relax for me because I don't want it to hurt if I can help it."

When I flung a hand onto his shoulder to grip from pain, he whispered, "would it help if I talk dirty to you?"

My eyes widened slightly, and I asked, "do you normally talk dirty?"

He laughed and replied, "no, never had to before." I nodded my head and he knew I meant yes to his question.

Kissing me along my neck more slowly, he murmured softly, "you know if you just relax I can slip my c**k inside you and f**k your tight wet cunt and have you coming in minutes."

Without thinking, I slapped his arm and said, "did you just use the C word?"

He smirked at me, replying, "why? don't want me using the word cunt? Because I really want to f**k you right now, and if saying I want to come in your unbelievably tight cunt is going to let me get my c**k in, then I will keep saying it."

I was shocked, but at the same time turned on immensely.

I usually hated the word but coming from his lips and in such a s****l way, he had me wet and aching and then he was deep inside of me.

The pain dulled to barely nothing ,overtaken by pleasure when he was fully inside of me and moving back and forth.

He was slow and gentle, and I allowed myself a mental smile, somehow knowing he had never been this gentle or careful with anyone before, just me, this was just for me and because he didn't want to hurt me.

The sound of him groaning in pleasure as he filled me brought me back to reality. "Mmm, f**k you’re so tight," he breathed.

"Is that bad?" I asked nervously.

He laughed and moaned at the same time, "no, f**k no it's not bad darling."

I loved the sound of him calling me darling and began to move along with him in rhythm. It felt so good with him filling me up, sliding himself in and out of me, that I found myself wanting more friction.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and took pleasure in seeing the striking difference between us. While he almost glowed luminously with his porcelain skin and golden blonde hair, I lay under him like an obsidian diamond and thought how it were like the moon and eclipse, or night and day making love and what a beautiful sight it was. If there were a sun god and night goddess out there then this is how they would look together, I thought to myself.