Elora
Sugene wasted no time once we entered his bedroom. He dropped me on his bed, making me bounce a few times. With a smile, I watched him
lift his shirt over his head, revealing his lickable abs and back muscles that were to die for.
Noticing my dreamy expression, he lifted a brow at me, almost as though he was challenging me. Eugene slowly walked to the edge of the bed, smirking down at me. He gently ran his hand through my hair. “I’m going to go grab a few things,” he nodded to the door. “When I come back, I want you naked, face down, ass up,” he ordered, giving me a stern stare. “Got it?”
My mouth was open in shock, and anxiety filled me. The thought of being naked and him seeing my girlie parts and my butt… didn’t sound flattering. If that was what he wanted, though, I’d just have to blush through it. I gently nodded, “Okay.”
“Good girl,” he cooed with an approving grin. He stepped away, walking to the door. “And I’d hurry, Love,” he advised. “I won’t be gone long.”
He left the room, and my heart thumped in my chest. Nerves filled me, wondering what things he was retrieving. What was he going to do to me? I was sure whatever it was, I would like it. There hadn’t been anything that I hadn’t liked so far, so I trusted him.
With haste, I undid the hooks on my top, remembering his warning. How long did I have exactly? All I knew was I wanted to listen to him; if I’d learned one thing, it was better to just do what they said, or I wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.
My cheeks heated as I undressed. I almost wanted to go under the covers and put myself in the position he told me to, but I fought the urge.
Shifting onto my hands and knees, I lowered my head to the pillows, making my back arch and my holes nicely presented for Eugene whenever he walked through that door.
…This was embarrassing…and cold.
I let my mind fill with thoughts of what might happen as I waited for him. Although I was still anxiously waiting, I felt myself getting excited.
The seconds turned into minutes, and I found myself pondering how long it would take him to grab the things. I shifted uncomfortably, wondering if he may have forgotten about me.
He said he wouldn’t take very long, but he was. Tension filled me as more and more thoughts of what he was doing crept into my mind.
I watched the clock on his nightstand for 20 minutes, a mixture between anxiety and arousal plagued my mind. Wetness cascaded down my thighs, and I almost wanted to break my position, just for a second, so I could look out the door–but I didn’t.
I heard footsteps behind me and tensed. Turning my head, I saw Eugene walk in, his gaze on my ass. I pushed my eyebrows together, only seeing the butt plug he got me in his hands. That was what took so long?! Didn’t he know how anxious I’d been just waiting here for him?
“What took you so long?” I pouted.
He smirked, walking up to me and lightly running his finger along my slit, soaking it instantly. “You’re going to act upset when you’re drenched? Next time, I’ll make you wait longer,” he threatened.
At a loss for words, I closed my mouth. He made me wait just to tease me? Well, it worked; he was cruel. I sucked in a breath, feeling his finger push into me slowly.
He hummed in approval, painfully slowly pushing his finger into me. “Such a good little girl, following orders like a good slut,” he rasped.
I bit my lip, feeling my walls clench around his finger. God, I loved when they called me a good girl.
With his finger still teasing me, he placed himself behind me on his knees. He kept slowly pumping his long finger into me, curling it up toward my spine.
Softness surrounded me as I dropped my head to the pillow, a low moan escaping my lips. My hips moved on their own accord, and I rocked back on his finger.
He palmed my ass with his other hand and chuckled, stopping my movements. “Ah, ah, ah,” he scolded. “Now, Love, you’ve got to learn patience.”
“Have I not been patient? You left for half an hour, and I waited here just like you asked,” I ranted, pushing myself back on his finger again, just to show him how serious I was. I was sick of the waiting and his slowness. I wanted him to fuck me. It wasn’t complicated.
Eugene gave my ass a firm smack that hurt like a burn. My cheek stung, and I flinched forwards, wincing. His finger pulled out of me, and I heard him unzip his jeans. “I’m going to fuck that attitude right out of you,” he warned.
Oh, yay!
I grinned at the pillow, thankful he couldn’t see my smug expression. They’d called me spoiled, greedy, and desperate. They were definitely all correct–they’d made a monster out of me.
Eugene’s tip rubbed my entrance, and I delightedly closed my eyes. I slowly pushed back onto him, feeling the familiar stretching sensation.
With a needy moan, he grabbed my hips and pulled me flush against him.
Gasping, I bunched the sheets in my hands. The angle felt new and strange. I wasn’t sure if I liked this new position. It made him feel deeper, almost painful.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Love,” he slowly rocked his hips.
My mouth dropped open, allowing a desperate string of moans to echo off the walls in the room. “Eugene,” I panted out. He felt so much deeper than Duke or Felix had, and it wasn’t because of size. They were all relatively similar from what I’d seen and experienced thus far. The position was slowly becoming a favorite of mine.
He used my hips as handles as he picked up his pace, pushing into me. His thrusts weren’t fast, but they were hard and forceful. Each time he thrust into me, he hit a sweet spot that made me see stars. It wouldn’t be long until I came if he kept doing that.
“Look how good this little pussy takes dick,” he teased. I could hear the smirk in his voice. He pulled all the way out, and I pouted for a second before he slammed back into me.
My back arched for him, pushing my hips higher for him to use me as he pleased. I bit my lip, trying not to come undone, as he pulled out and
slammed back into me several more times.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my body up by it. A gasp escaped me, but it was more from surprise than pain. It hurt, but it was a good pain that made my core ache. He yanked my hair back and forced me to look upside-down at him. “Don’t cum, Love,” he threatened.
I pouted. “Wha–” I shrieked as he started pounding into me, speeding up his thrusts so they were hard and fast. I felt tears in my eyes. The only thing that stopped my orgasm was my stupid need to listen to him. I fought with everything in me not to cum.
He held onto my hair, viciously thrusting into me. The only sounds in the room were my cries and the sound of his groin smacking against my ass. I was panting, my legs shaking, with tears of pleasure falling down my face. Holding it was starting to become painful. “Eugene, slow down or let
me cum, please,” I cried.
He looked pleased as he let go of my hair, making my head fall back to the pillows. His thrusts slowed, once again steadily pushing into me. I panted, still fighting the urge to cum.
His hands were all over my ass as he hummed. “You’re doing so good, Love. I know it’s not easy,” he complimented.
I tensed, feeling his finger circling the area around my asshole. I blushed, “Eugene?” I questioned wearily.
“Are you okay with this?” He asked hesitation and hope in his tone.
Was I? The thought of anything around, or especially in my ass, was scary. “I–I don’t know…” I knew I said I’d try, but it felt weird. It felt like it was something really naughty that I shouldn’t do. I knew most of the things I’d been doing were a bit strange but–
“If you don’t like it after trying it, we’ll never ask you to do it again.”
Lucifer’s voice calmed my thoughts.
Eugene placed his fingertip against my hole, still thrusting into me slowly. I couldn’t even think when he was inside me. “For me, Love?” Eugene asked.
It wouldn’t hurt to try it, I supposed. “Only if you let me cum,” I bargained.
Eugene chuckled. “Of course, you don’t actually think I’d leave you unsatisfied,” he agreed easily. His speed picked up again. “Try to relax for me, my finger will go in easier,” he said gently.
I couldn’t even nod. I was just focusing on the feeling of his dick hitting that sweet spot inside me. I moaned, rocking my hips back with his thrusts.
I heard a faint click, like a toothpaste cap opening. Something cold and wet on my ass made me tense. “Cum for me, Love. I want you to cum on my cock and soak it in your cum,” he moaned, his finger starting to push into my ass as his thrusts became violent again. “When we’re done, I’m going to make you swallow my load, and you’re going to lick your little slut juice off my cock,” he rasped.
My eyes rolled back as I came, my body shivering as he simultaneously pushed his finger into my ass. “Oh God,” I moaned as he pumped his finger along with his dick, drawing out my orgasm.
It didn’t feel like I thought it would. It definitely wasn’t as good as having one of their fingers in my pussy, obviously. But I kinda liked it…
Eugene’s free hand ran up and down my spine soothingly. “Good girl. I’m not going to play with your ass too much today, Love. That’s for another day,” he hinted.
I bit my lip in thought. Were they going to… was he going to sex my butt?
“It’s called anal, Kitten. And yes.”
I blushed, realizing that I was kind of excited for that. Of course, I was nervous, but if his finger felt good, I was sure their dicks would too.
Eugene’s thrusts picked up again. “I’m close, Love. I’ve been waiting to fuck this wet little pussy all day,” he groaned. His thrusts got sloppy as he pulled his finger out of my ass. “I’m going to put the plug in, okay?” He tried to explain through his lust-filled moans. “It’s going to be cold, and you’re going to feel pressure. Be my good girl and relax,” he coaxed.
His sexy voice was enough for me to do whatever he told me. I was a sucker for their whimpering voices in the seconds before they came.
I felt something cold against my ass but tried to focus on his dick rather than the plug. It wasn’t hard, especially with him desperately pounding into me. The plug being pushed into my ass was an afterthought as I came for the second time.
“Fuck,” Eugene whispered. “Turn around and open your mouth,” he ordered, pulling out of me.
Following his orders, I quickly turned and opened my mouth. He looked down at me darkly, pushing his dick down my throat.
I gazed up at him, thinking he looked delicious right now, with his hair messily falling around his face and his eyes bright red. I wrapped my lips around him and sucked, bobbing my head.
He looked surprised as his mouth fell open. “Shit, Elora,” he moaned before I was swallowing mouthfuls of his cum. I continued to lick him clean, just like he wanted me to. His thighs twitched, and he pulled me away from him. “Fuck, if I didn’t have a soul before, I definitely don’t have one now,” he chuckled down at me.
Huh?
He sighed, wrapping me in his arms and lying on his bed. He ran his big hand up my bare back. “The next time your friends interrupt us, I’m just going to fuck you in front of them, yeah?” He suggested, no hint of a joke in his tone.
“No!” I denied with a giggle. I cuddled into him for a few minutes. I’d fall asleep if I wasn’t hungry, but I was. My stomach growled loudly, and I blushed. “Eugene?” I started.
“Hungry?” He chuckled. I nodded. He sat up with me in his arms, placing me on my feet. I shifted uncomfortably, with stickiness between my thighs and an object in my butt. “Come here, let’s get you cleaned up, Love,” he grabbed my hand and started walking towards the bathroom.
“Um–Eugene, you forgot to take the thing out,” I reminded him shyly.
He grabbed a warm cloth and started wiping away any stickiness. “It’ll stay in for a few hours every day. It’s meant to stretch your ass, so when we fuck it, it won’t be as uncomfortable if we don’t prepare–”
“It’s called anal.”
Eugene straightened, looking down at me with his eyebrows knitted together. He tilted his head, a confused expression on his face. “Elora, you didn’t know what regular sex was–how do you know what anal is?” He questioned, giving me a speculating look.
I shrugged. “Lucifer told me,” I answered casually.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Lucifer told you…” he repeated, looking deep in thought. “And has Lucifer corrupted your mind with anything else?” He asked.
I laughed, walking back into the room, pulling my clothes on, moving a bit wonky from the plug. “Not really. Why? Are you worried?” I smirked at him. Sometimes it was helpful having him in my head. Instead of the devil on my shoulder, I had Lucifer; and he was much dirtier.
Eugene pulled on a pair of sweats. “No, I’m not worried,” he chuckled. “He can just be… intense. I don’t want him telling you about things you don’t need to know yet,” he mumbled, looking like he regretted the words right as they came out.
