CHAPTER 46: A DAY OF FIRSTS (AND SECONDS, AND THIRDS...)

Something wet and warm enveloped my cock, pulling me from a deep, dreamless sleep. My eyes fluttered open to the sight of purple hair spilled across my thighs like expensive silk. Natalia knelt between my legs, her lips wrapped around me with a confidence she definitely hadn’t possessed last night.

Holy shit.

Her tongue swirled around the head, her hand gripping the base with just the right amount of pressure. The wet sounds of her mouth working me filled the quiet room. I groaned, fisting the sheets beneath me.

Natalia’s eyes opened at the sound, violet irises locking with mine. Without releasing me, she hummed, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure up my spine.

"Mmmphhh... wake up, sleepyhead," she mumbled around my cock, her voice muffled but unmistakably bratty. "I’m hungry."

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, her head bobbing at a steady rhythm. She took me deeper with each downward stroke, her throat working to accommodate my size. The wet, obscene sounds grew louder.

"Fuck," I hissed, my hips bucking involuntarily. "Where did you learn to—"

She pulled back just as I was about to finish, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of my cock. Her face was flushed, lips swollen and glistening.

"Not yet," she said, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "I want you inside me. Now."

"Is that right?" I growled, grabbing her wrists and flipping our positions. She squealed in surprise, landing on her back with me looming over her. "Since when do you get to make demands, Princess?"

Her eyes flashed with that familiar defiance, even as her body arched toward mine. "Since I woke up with your cum still inside me and decided I wanted more."

Jesus Christ, that mouth on her.

I seized her by the waist and lifted her off the bed. Her legs wrapped around me instinctively, her arms looping around my neck. She laughed—a wild, uninhibited sound I’d never heard from her before. Her hair was a tangled mess, her neck and collarbone marked with evidence of last night’s activities.

She was perfect.

"Where are we going?" she asked as I carried her out of the bedroom.

"Everywhere," I promised, heading for the living room. "Starting with that couch where your daddy interrupted us."

Her body tensed at the mention of her father, but the way her legs clenched told me everything I needed to know. The little deviant liked the danger.

I tossed her onto the couch—the same one where we’d engaged in our risky game of stealth orgasms just hours ago. She bounced once, her bare tits jiggling with the movement. I grabbed her ankles and yanked her to the edge of the cushion, positioning myself between her spread legs.

"Wait," she gasped, her hand pressing against my chest. "Are my parents really gone?"

"Dad had that conference, remember? They left at dawn." I leaned down, hovering just above her lips. "We have the whole place to ourselves until tonight."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

I slid into her with one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Her back arched off the couch, a strangled cry tearing from her throat.

"Oh god," she moaned, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. "So full..."

I hooked her legs over my shoulders, folding her nearly in half as I began to pound into her. The new angle let me hit spots that had her eyes rolling back in her head.

"Harder! Fuck me harder, Satori!"

Who was I to deny such a polite request? I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh hard enough to leave marks, and increased my pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, accompanied by the wet squelch of her arousal and the protests of the couch cushions beneath us.

"Is this what you wanted?" I grunted, driving into her with enough force to shove the couch back a few inches. "To be fucked like a whore on your daddy’s expensive furniture?"

"Yes!" she cried, her hands flailing for purchase against the smooth leather. "Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop!"

Her telekinesis flared with her mounting pleasure, the coffee table scraping across the floor without anyone touching it. A vase of flowers wobbled dangerously before toppling over, water spilling across the polished surface.

I felt my orgasm building, that familiar tightening at the base of my spine. Rather than finish inside her again, I pulled out abruptly and stroked myself over her prone body. Thick ropes of cum splashed across her stomach and tits.

Natalia looked down at herself, covered in my release, and a look of pure, debauched satisfaction crossed her face. She ran a finger through the mess on her stomach and brought it to her lips, sucking it clean while maintaining eye contact.

"Fuck, you’re going to kill me," I muttered, already feeling my cock stirring again thanks to my new Mysticism trait.

"Not before I get what I want," she replied, pushing herself up from the couch. My cum dripped down her torso as she moved, leaving a trail across the leather.

I caught her hand and led her to the kitchen. Without warning, I lifted her onto the cold marble countertop. She gasped at the temperature against her bare skin.

"Turn around," I ordered, spinning her so she faced away from me. "Hands on the counter."

She complied, bending forward and bracing herself on the marble. Her ass was raised invitingly, her pussy glistening with arousal. In this position, she could see our reflection in the gleaming stainless steel of the refrigerator door.

I stepped behind her and pushed in slowly, savoring the tight heat of her. Once fully seated, I grabbed a fistful of her purple hair and pulled her head back.

"Watch," I commanded, nodding toward their reflection. "Watch me fuck you."

Her eyes, heavy-lidded with lust, fixed on the warped image of our bodies in the steel surface. I began to move, my hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. The wet sounds of our coupling echoed in the kitchen.

"Who does this pussy belong to?" I growled in her ear, keeping a firm grip on her hair.

"You," she moaned, her fingernails scraping against the marble. "It’s yours, Satori. Only yours!"