CHAPTER 220: CHAPTER 220 - [K] (R18~!) AN OVERTURNED WORLD UNDER THE MOONLIT CLOUDS, PT2

***[POV: One Wet Wolf?]***

My hands tightened on the tree until I heard the bark splinter and crack. This was another moment where things were usually so different. Where my hired partners would expect me to take some control and help guide them where I felt they needed to be when down there.

But Citra’s warning ran into me like the fully loaded train car it was - every time she’d said something like that to me. The emotional threat is so much worse than any physical one.

Her tongue touched the inside of my thigh right as my thoughts took a dive - and I nearly came apart right there as jolts of fire were left on the light saliva trail. A kiss higher up. A sharp bite to the muscle that made me gasp.

Every touch was deliberate, calculated to drive me insane before she did anything else. Keeping me exactly where she wanted me. So frustrating that it was glorious.

When she spread and tested a breath against my inner lips, the shuddered moan that escaped me sounded foreign to my own ears. I’d never noticed myself making sounds like that. Never been so completely at someone else’s mercy that I had room to pay attention to whose sounds were whose.

"Your response?"

"I’ll be good. I swear."

The words came out as another broken whisper. Some distant part of my mind was horrified at how easily I’d given in. How very desperately I meant it.

I would be good. I would follow her rules. I would let her do whatever she wanted because the alternative - her stopping, her walking away from whatever this is or whatever we might become - was even more horrifyingly unthinkable.

My entire world narrowed to her touch, her voice, the scent of *her* arousal mixing with mine in the night air. Because even though I couldn’t touch her, it was obviously she was turned on by the experience.

Soft, quick pants and moans grew from below as her eyes blazed blue. And her whole body pushed forward in one little jump - like she’d just done something to herself with the hand I’d lost track of, in a place where I couldn’t see.

Opening her mouth and finally finding the target, the sensation of her attack on my bundle of honed sensitivity was so intense I saw stars in seconds. Proving that none of the foreplay ’torture’ so far was wasted.

My back arched with every nerve ending on fire as she worked my nerves with a sort of skill that put every professional I’d ever hired for the job to shame. More than some specific technique, it was the way she hummed against me in her own growing pleasure.

The way she’d pause whenever I released the tree and got too close to grabbing for her. Staring me down and waiting until I remembered the rules. Remembered to force my hands back to the tree, where she’d begin again.

Both for me and for herself.

She was... training me. Teaching me to submit in a way I’d never imagined I could. And the only terrifying part was how much I loved every second of it. Especially lucid looks at her own hips rocking back, proving further that she’d been masturbating this whole time.

Eventually teetering on the edge, my entire body feeling as coiled tight as a steel spring, she suddenly pulled away. Before I could protest aloud that I was close... before I could even process the loss of her tongue, frantic blue eyes were rising up to my chest level.

Then her teeth found the nipple she had teased before and bit down so hard that my entire world exploded. I screamed - actually screamed - as the dam broke. A climax crashed through me that I didn’t expect.

My body convulsed against the forest floor, every muscle seizing in orgasmic pleasure that tore through me in waves that seemed to go on and on. My vision... went black for the first time in my life, my mind completely blank. All except for the incredible euphoria of this release.

I was dimly aware of tears streaming down my temples. My body shaking uncontrollably. Gasping for air like I’d been drowning. But mostly I was aware of her - still touching me, gently and speaking phrases in a language I don’t know.

Drawing out every last tremor with care until I collapsed against the ground in a boneless heap. With my vision still blurred, she was already on her feet. Staring down at me with an expression I couldn’t make out.

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It looked pleased with her work but also... conflicted? Maybe she’d surprised herself with all that happened as much as she’d surprised me. I feel like I’m ruined even more. There can be only her.

I tried to speak, to tell her... something. Thank you, maybe? Or ask her what this meant for us. What we were now. But before I could even test if my tongue could form words yet, her blur was moving away.

But I saw something like that familiar guarded look of hers sliding back into place, like a code-switching barrier. And then she was running. Not just walking away, but running.

Closing my eyes, my body still trembling with little aftershocks, I wouldn’t watch the woman who’d just unmade me so completely... disappear into the forest. Leaving me with more questions than answers.

But one question I didn’t know to have, but had the answer to now was clear. I would let her do it again. Run away as many times as she wanted. But I would never let her do what we just shared... with anyone else.

⧖ ☾ ❄ ☽ ⧖

I’m not sure how long I lay there before half-waking to her scent growing stronger. Not fading into the forest as it had started to do when exhaustion claimed me - but wild and concentrated above me.

I recall trying to sit up... and something being said to me about it. My vision fluttered as gentle fingers ran through my hair, carefully removing bits of leaves and debris. She’d returned. To... check on me? Care for me?

I was still too overwhelmed to do anything but lean into where she held me to her soft dress. Underneath of which she smelled so, so strong of the pleasure she’d released out of herself. Next time, I...

Next time.