Beyond Ragnarok -- Ch. 4 Posted

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PART II - CONSUMATION

He felt a smug sense of satisfaction already for bringing her the pleasure that he knew she had been denying herself. He promised himself that he would make it worth it for her too.

Mark laid his lover on the bed and covered her with a light sheet. Sitting on the bed, he studied her now serene face. He was beginning to understand why his people had taken those like her as slaves for so many centuries. He wished he could take her with him.

Sighing, he slipped in beside her sleeping form. He traced the runes he had etched on her back with the tip of his finger and enjoyed the little noises she made in her sleep. Mark wished he had sought her bed more often over the past months, if only to hear those little sighs.

‘Oh well,’ he thought. ‘There’s no going back now.’

When he decided that she had had enough of a break, he flung the sheet back to expose her supple body. Mark eyes her ass appreciably, but rolled her over and straddled her hips. He bent down to take her nipple in his mouth. He ran his thumb roughly over the other until it formed a hard nub and bit down on the one in his mouth.

Danielle tensed below him. She had thought he was done with her when he released her from the playroom. Now, she realized he had just been warming up.

His teeth on her right nipple caused a jagged pain which seemed to radiate through her. Her brain screamed at her to resist him. Instead, she found herself running her hands through his hair and pushing her body eagerly against his.

Danielle could feel Mark’s cock on her stomach, where it lay between them. She had seen him naked many times, and she knew that he was average sized. Yet, she couldn’t help but feel a slight twinge of fear and excitement at the thought of him inside her for the first time. It had been a long time since Danielle had had sex last. Now that she thought about it, it was a week since she had even brought herself to an orgasm. Her fears of losing control were thrown to the wind. Her only worry was that she would be out of practice, that he would be disappointed with her.

She moaned as his teeth on her nipple were replaced by his tongue. Mark licked the sensitized bud lightly, and enjoyed the noises he was eliciting from her. He switched to the other nipple, which he had been torturing between his thumb and forefinger.

It was such a turn on to finally hear her noises of pleasure from something he had done. For months, he had respected her need for both dominance and space. Every night, he had watched her trail off to bed alone. He even listened to her pleasure herself, though the solitary orgasms often left her more frustrated than she had been to start with.

Mark had felt a desire to protect her from everything, especially from himself. It was a feeling he had never encountered before. One that was currently being over-ridden by his lust. He could feel his desire rising, just as tangibly she could feel his cock between them. Under the desire, though, was something darker. The thing he was trying to protect her from.

Mark shifted back to rub his cock between her cunt lips.

“Oh, God,” Danielle moaned. “Why didn’t we do this before now?”

Laughing, he kissed his way up her chest to the side of her neck. "Does that really matter, my dear?" He disentangled her fingers from his hair and grasped her wrists tightly over her head. "All that matters is that I'm finally taking what I came for."

She turned her head and kissed him more deeply than she ever had, then pulled away and breathed, “I really don’t get you.”

With his free hand, he brushed her hair back from her face and kissed her deeply. When he pulled back, his eyes had changed. Though they were still slate grey, the pupils had been reduced to vertical slits, like a serpent’s eye. Danielle suddenly remembered the dreams that she had been having for the last six months, of a frost giant on top of her, staring at her with those eyes.

Mark had felt the change happening, but was having trouble controlling his form due to his arousal. When Danielle noticed his appearance, her arousal quickly turned to fear. She began to scream and tried to get away from him, but he was significantly stronger than she was, especially from his position on top of her.

He leaned back a little and slapped her face, momentarily stunning her so that he could situate himself between her legs. When she didn't look stunned any longer, he caressed her causing her to whimper in fear.

Danielle was terrified. “Who are you?” she asked.

Her people had been hunted by his kind for centuries, but she had always managed to evade the beasts. Danielle couldn’t believe that she had invited one into her home; that she had nearly begged him to fuck her.

“You know exactly what I am,” Mark responded. “Don’t worry, I’ve decided I’m not going to kill you. You have nothing to fear. However, I’m not leaving here without coming inside of you just once."

"Go to hell," she spit in his face, eyes flashing.

"Darling, I've been to hell, its really not as bad as you think," he replied calmly. "Besides, you've dreamt about this for months, you should know that it doesn't end here." Her eyes widened and he continued. "You know exactly what’s going to happen don’t you, my little angel?"

Her response was cut off by a moan as he began fingering her clit.

Amused he leaned close to her face and breathed, "Yes, I think you've known for weeks that this was going to happen. I think you want it to happen, otherwise you would have left."

She was shaking her head no, but her body seemed to betray her every intention. It wasn’t long before his attention to her clit had her writhing in pleasure beneath him.

“Please,” she begged, though she had no clue what she was begging for.

“Please what?” Mark teased. “Tell me what you want.” He took his hand away leaving her bereft and needy.

She whimpered at the sudden loss of his touch. “Please.”

Mark began teasing her with his cock. He rubbed the head up and down her wet slit, occasionally brushing against her clit. Each time, her body tensed beneath him, just short of her climax.

He bit the sensitive skin behind her ear. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your cock inside me!” Danielle moaned, thrusting her hips forward.

Mark resumed his assault on her clit, bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm. She screamed as he entered her for the first time. Her back arched; her hips rolled toward him; silent tears ran down her perfect face. The sudden feeling of him filling her cunt was enough to push her over the edge.

He knew that his cold skin was painful to her kind, just as her hot cunt felt as though he was thrusting into a bed of coals. He also knew that she enjoyed the pain as much as he did.

Mark was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to keep himself in check much longer. As he neared his climax he stared down into her eyes, she saw him struggling within himself. She knew from the stories her people told what could happen if he lost control. There was a reason the two races didn’t mate even when they had been on good terms.

It was her eyes, those clear blue pools, that were her undoing. The fear so clearly reflected in her face, the fear he knew he had put there, was too much for his true form to resist. That tremble in her lip, the twitch in her thigh, he knew it was time.

As he came inside her, his true form came roaring to the surface. He managed to push away from her, but not before his claws tore through the thin skin covering the veins in her wrists. He panicked at the sight of the blood flowing from the deep gouges.

Danielle held the wounds close to her body, trying to stem the flow with the sheets of her bed. Swallowing hard, she looked up at the beast her lover had become. Terrified, she watched as he fled through the window and into the night.

She didn’t think she’d make it to the phone.