Chapter Eighteen

Niva

I run away from him, and he follows, more slowly. His cock is way too hard to run. Point for me.

I race into the arena and flop onto the sex chaise with the raised side and the curve in the middle. “This one’s my favorite,” I call back to him. I can’t wait to show him all my favorite poses on my favorite piece of furniture. So many options and not enough time.

Plus, I don’t care what he says, I’m going to heal the rest of him. I’m all-powerful. I have to. Or I’m a failure. He still doesn’t know how to hug. His arms wrap around me so delicately, he doesn’t understand what it means to be held or hold someone. I’m a miserable excuse for a sex doctor if I fail to teach him that much.

I wait till he’s in view then I roll to my back, head supported on the raised chaise’s side, legs spread wide with knees supported by the middle curve. “Option number one.” I run my finger down my soaked pussy just to tease him and see his eyes widen.

I grab onto the raised side and twist to put my ass in the air over the curved middle. “Option two.” I wiggle my ass for his benefit until my flesh jiggles.

“Fuck, Niva!”

“Shh, calm, human. You can have them all if you want.” I turn on my side with my head reposed on my arms resting on the side. I pull one knee forward over the chaise’s middle curve, then trace a nipple with one finger. “You can watch my tits and my ass in this one.”

“I noticed,” he seethes through his teeth.

“Which one do you want to start with?” I ask, peering at him over my shoulder.

“You pick. We’re going to do them all.”

Oh, how I enjoy this human. With glee, I flip to my back, spreading my legs wide, resting back against the end, knees supported by the curving cushion. I’m growing hot all over just anticipating. “We can see my pussy best from this one.”

“We?”

“We.” I smirk. I’m such a voyeur. I even like to watch myself.

He crawls up the end of the chaise and buries his face between my thighs.

“Ah, gods…” I enjoy his tongue for a delectable moment then, “Later, hungry man,” and pull his shoulders up until his cock brushes my pussy. “Cock first.”

I’m too fixated on it, him swirling the head in the wetness dripping from me, I can’t even bring myself to look at his face. I peel back the lips of my sex and order him, “Slow so I can watch.”

This is by far my favorite sex pose. I envy the male sometimes. They can watch themselves fuck in almost any position. I love mirrors, but this is the only one, leaning against the chaise, the side holding me up, my legs spread wide, where I can watch his cock disappear inside me.

And what a beautiful cock it is. I could sing odes to it.

The bulbous head penetrates me, and he seethes through his teeth.

“Slow…” I croon to him, and like a good human, he does as I say, sinking inside me an inch at a time.

It’s a wonder of nature, watching him disappear, seeing my body take all of him, watching him fuck me. It makes me hot, makes me wet, and I could so easily come just seeing it, but I don’t want to yet.

“Now pull all the way out again,” I order, wanting to teach him a technique which I will enjoy as much as he will.

“Niva…” he gasps, his brow sweating and dripping onto my chest. “I can’t…”

“Sure, you can. Put your hands on the back of the chaise. You can grab it as hard as you want. You can’t break it. I dare you to try.”

He sighs with relief and lifts his hands from my hips to rest them on either side of my head. He grips the chaise, and the veins in his arms stand out from his muscles.

Sexy forearms, too. Damn.

I grab his cock, forcing him to pull all the way out, dripping with the sticky come still in my pussy from my orgasm in the kitchen.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he sighs.

“Oh yeah.”

We watch the head of his cock sink inside me again, but I wrap my hand around him so he can’t go in too far.

He shudders against me, and his hips buck. “You’re trying to kill me.”

“You’re doing so well,” I encourage him like a good teacher and bite his nipple.

He makes no reaction. He still has no sensation there. I wonder if I fuck him enough times if my power will eventually filter so deeply inside him, he’ll feel everywhere. I’ve got until tomorrow to find out. With lots of fucking ahead.

I reward him with a kiss then murmur against his mouth, “I want you to fuck me with the head of your cock, just the tip. Then I want to watch you come on my pussy.”

A deep growl resonates from the bottom of his chest, and it sends shivers up my spine.

I sink my teeth into his lip, and he tries to bite me back, but I pull away, teasing him. His eyes dilate and go as dark as I’ve ever seen them.

“You want it, don’t you?” I moan, finding his reaction as hot as the image.

“Yesss,” he hisses, then looks down at his cock again, his breath coming fast, his pulse beating furiously in his throat. “But I’m not sure…if I can.”

“I’ll help you.”

He starts, protesting against my hand stopping him from sinking too far in. He grunts and his arms shake, but he pulls back out and sinks the head back in.

“That’s it…,” I breathe. “Faster.”

On the next one, he goes too far, so I sit forward, putting both my hands on his cock to keep him from plunging into me.

“Godsdamn it, Niva!” he swears at me, thrusting in, butting up against my hands that keep him from penetrating me thoroughly.

“Watch my tits for a bit, baby; maybe it’ll be easier.” They’re pushed together by my arms, the nipples perked and hard. They bounce every time he thrusts.

“Oh fuck, that’s not easier.” He closes his eyes.

“Nuh-uh, eyes open.”

He groans a sound of protest but flexes all his muscles and watches the head of him dive into me again. His short pumps drive me wild, the round head of his cock jutting in and out of me in quick bursts.

I squeeze his cock, which takes two hands for my fingers to meet. He pumps faster, his rhythm quickening, his muscles tensing, until his body is covered in sweat that drips on my breasts and rolls down my skin.

I pant, my jaw slack and eyes glued to the sight of him moving in and out of me, pumping into me at a faster rate, shaking my whole body.

“Niva…Niva…” he begs. “Please let me come.”

“Just a little…longer…”

He thrusts harder, and the pleasure grows unbearable, the overstimulation of the fast rubbing of his cock head inside me over and over. But I keep myself from coming. I don’t want to lock him down inside me, I want to see him come on me.

“I can’t…” He pants. “Nivaaaa…”

I take pity on him and fill my hands with the power; it lights up his cock, and he roars. Starting to come. I flood him with all the power I have. On anyone else, it would heal them to the extreme, giving them super energy. It has to work on him. The Exstare will flood through his cock and into his lower abs, up into his chest, and then he’ll be able to feel across all his skin.

He’ll be able to feel me hold him.

I let him pump into me, once more.

“Pull out!”

His whole body goes rigid, the only part of him moving is his cock, jerking as his come jets onto my swollen tender flesh. It lasts for longer than I thought a human could.

He spurts at least a half dozen times, and I can barely wait for him to finish before I can resist, dipping my fingers into it as it coats my pussy. With one hand, I take my fingers up to my mouth, dripping his come on my tits, and taste.

“Mmmmm,” I moan but can’t stop my other hand’s fingers swirling over my soaked ulmas.

“You didn’t…come,” he pants heavily.

I stop sucking my fingers for a moment. “Now fuck me while I play with myself.”

“Oh, thank gods.” He drives his still-hard cock into me all the way to the hilt, and a primal sound lets loose in him. I’m afraid he’s come again, but he starts thrusting, deep and fully embedded in me now.

After so much of only his tip, to have his whole cock feels like he’s never been so deep inside me before. I watch my fingers pressing and circling, pleasuring myself, while he fucks me.

“Ah-ah!” I cry, desperate and overwhelmed with the ecstatic sensations and the erotic sight.

Graven watches my face, not my hands. He traces my lips, and I latch onto his fingers with my mouth. “Suck my fingers,” he growls. “And pretend it’s my cock fucking your mouth and your pussy at the same time.”

I moan long and low in gratitude, feeling like he knew what I wanted before I thought to ask. I suck his fingers to the back of my mouth, swirling the tips with my tongue, pretending it’s his hard cock buried deep to the back of my throat.

He arches over me and lets me lean forward, still able to watch his cock thrusting into me, his balls slapping against my pussy while I play with myself.

It’s too much. I can’t hold back anymore.

I climax, the ecstasy ricocheting inside my body like a bomb. I keep my eyes open and watch my whole body light up and his cock and balls along with me. He comes again, too, my pussy claws clinging to him like a ring, milking him for every last drop of come he has left.

We collapse on the chaise in a puddle of sweat and come, harsh breathing, and beating hearts.

“That was by far the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” his breath rushes in my ear.

I beam at him and trace my hands over his chest, certain he’s regained feeling there. But he stares at my hands as though not understanding what I’m doing. He makes no reaction.

“It didn’t work,” I gasp, utterly deflated.

“Niva…” He cups my face. “You’ve healed me as much as you can. Don’t worry about it.”

“But…” It’s on the tip of my tongue to explain what he’s missing, to describe to him what a hug is like, what it means to hold someone.

He shakes his head. “Don’t. This is what we have. Let’s not try to make it less than it is.” He kisses my hands, trying to comfort me, trying to convince me of anything other than the truth.

I’ve failed him.