Reincarnated Into A Hell Hound - Chapter 113

Tiptoeing I take his helmet off, letting it hit the floor with a loud bang, and the always neutral, hard face of a dark elf comes to view.

As I watch him as I pass my fingers over is black-ebony ink skin, drawing the lines of his body with my eyes and hands, his strong jaw, the always present frown that gives him an even scarier aura that his massive body full of scars already gave.

And yet like a trained hunting dog I knew that I could trust him with my life, even with the looks of a stalking predator that he had.

His white eyes look down towards me, shinning against his black skin, as he lets me do as I please when I start to go to his side and unbuckle his armor.

Piece.

By.

Piece.

Until there was only the thin clothing underneath, unable to hide the thick muscles that were the result of years of hard work and discipline, almost too perfect to be true, like a sculpture made by hand.

It was not the first time that I have tasted him like this, and it would not be the last.

And I remember how intrigued I was in the beginning, how all started just like a little game… A curiosity even, a way to get a reaction out of him.

“Do you remember our first time?” I say when his eyes shine and a small smile curves his lips, which could be considered a full smile from his part in his frozen face.

I chuckle. “Yeah, better keeping it on the past, that much we can agree on haha.”

I look up at him, the smile still on my face as my hands trace down his body over the cloth that only brought more friction on his skin until they stop over his waist.

I harden my grip on his waist then and use his body to keep my balance as I start to slowly move my waist in a slow provocative dance, keeping my gaze steady on his face and reaction as his eyes immediately were sucked in with every move.

Afraid of being found out as a man I had always done a lot of feminine things to keep my moves and body like that of a woman, making my already narrow waist and wider h.i.p.s stand up more with dancing and stretching.

So keeping myself on tiptoe I could move my knees and swing my h.i.p.s around; the true wiggle was made with the legs and knees, not the butt; making an 8 shape with my body, going slow then fast, slow then fast, locking my abdomen in place and bringing all the attention to my moves and h.i.p.s.

And I could see how that was affecting him as his eyes darken.

“Am I exciting you?” I ask, closing the small gap I had left between our bodies with every twist and turn of my h.i.p.s until I was brushing my body on his, still dancing slowly.

His answer was that small smile and the narrowing of his eyes.

“Is that so…? And what are you going to do about it uhm…?”

It was his turn to cup my h.i.p.s with his big hands, forcing them in place and pressing strongly against his body in extremely close contact, enough so that I could just fell how excited my little show had made him.

With easy he pulls me up and I hug him with my legs, getting on the perfect height to kiss him deeply, feeling his manly smell up close and tasting his warm mouth and lips.

It has been so long since our last time together like this that we let out all our frustrations in one go, our lips smacking together, hungry for each other, making me realize we were moving only when we reach the bed.

He sits down with me still on his lap and this position already makes me hot with expectation as my insides seem to clench in anticipation.

Without wasting more time we clumsy take the shirts off each other without breaking the kiss for long, his big hands making a burning warm path were they pressed, massaging my back and going steadily lower and lower until the made their way into my pants and groped my ass.

“Uhm…Nn…Ah!” I m.o.a.n pleasantly while kissing him, feeling him caress my lower cheeks as he starts to rotate them around, stretching my hole in the middle while at it.

“Nnn.. Ugh, j-just finish it already, I want you in, ‘now’.”

He makes a sound, almost like growling, but doesn’t stick it directly in, no, he teases me a little beforehand, passing the tip of his long finger in between while still massaging my cheeks and kissing me.

I push him down, unable to wait any longer, and stay on top of him.

“If you wanted to watch me stretch you could have said so…” I say, my knees on his sides and my hands gripping the sheets, but he nods while his legs open more under me, taking my own knees with the movement and making me open my legs even more while I stayed in four over his body, this position making me even more exposed.

That was enough to make my heart race.

And he knows that.

So that’s why, when he kisses my neck, he pulls my pants down as I reach out for his belt as well, only managing to unbuckle it when my lower body is exposed.

At that his hand finally descents to start preparing me, his tick finger pushing his way in slowly, the tip twisting and turning, making all his moves very known to my insides.

I sigh in pleasure, bending forward to give him better access but that still wasn’t enough so I do my part and start preparing him too, opening the last knot and pushing his pant out of the way, letting into view a semi-erect big thick black d.i.c.k, the veins already pulsating on his member from expectation.

I warp both my hands around it, having to somehow keep my balance on my knees while he touched me there only to grip his d.i.c.k strongly and stroke it up and down, bringing mine in between my fingers too and rasping our skin together, making slopping sounds and trying my best to stroke us both with only my small hands, pressing my thumb stronger than weaker, provoking him and getting his member fully erect in no time, leaving the monstrosity ledge in full display.

I bite my lips, my breathing speeding up as I could already feel him entering me by only imagining it, especially when he forces the second thick finger in until the knuckles, making me lose my balance for a second and stay in all four, enjoying the sensation and going back to stroking our d.i.c.ks.

The pressure behind my balls was growing with each movement of my hands and exploration of his fingers, but once he starts scissoring and opening me enough his other hand comes over mine and stop my stroke right when I was about to climax.

Feeling neglected I try to reach again but his other hand lets go of my ass and hold my wrists together, and once he is satisfied that he has a good grip over my hands and that I could not go back to stroking my d.i.c.k he reaches out and brings my body up and forward, only to slowly descend it.

Right on top of his member.

Knowing what type of music he wanted to dance to I move my hands over his chest to support myself, his hand following and still holding my wrist, and together we start to push my h.i.p.s down, his other hand cupping my thigh as I feel the tip of his big member at my entrance.

As always, at this moment, I doubt that such a big thing could fit in, always thinking about how it will rip me apart, but as always the dark s.e.xy elf came prepared with some lube and coated my hole and his member in the slimy substance.

Still, when the tip pressures my hole and I automatically bend a little, my ass needs time to adjust as my insides embrace his tip that slowly enters me, making him grow for how tight it was.

I stop to take a breather, and move inch by inch with the patience of a lover, feeling him fill me up to the brick, reach far in and rasping my insides, stretching me out more and more.

Once he could not move anymore and was balls deep we stop once more, already breathing short and sweating.

And that’s when he starts to move.

First it was only a few centimeters, up and down slowly so my body could get used to it, only to go back in, every time going further out to quickly go in.

We had already reached the limit of our patience at this point, my strokes had driven us to an almost climax to only leave us hanging there, and since I could not touch myself I had to provoke him into moving faster to satisfy me, so I clench the muscles of my ass hard against his member, earning a grunt as he narrows his eyes at me, receiving a mischievous smile in return.

Which was a big mistake.

Suddenly our positions switch and I find myself looking up at him, my back on the bed, but I have no time to question nor react as my hands were being held tight over my head when he simply takes his member all the way to my entrance, the tip almost leaving me, only to hammer it back balls deep with full strength.

“Aah!”

But he doesn’t stop in one, like a beast awaken from his slumber he speeds up, forgetting about my hands and cupping my waist so I wouldn’t escape his assault nor move with the hammering strong moves of his h.i.p.s going in then out then in then out so fast that the bed starts to creek with the intensity of the movements and my mouth is unable to contain the m.o.a.ns in as my head rolls back and I arch my body with the building sensation of being roughly f.u.c.k.i.e.d.

“Ugh, ah! F.u.c.k, faster! Deeper! Yes, ah!”

Compelled by my words he sits on his knees, bringing my h.i.p.s up with him only to reach deeper and faster with all the strength of his wide strong thighs and h.i.p.s.

“I-I can’t!” I’m unable to speak at this point but he understands as he somehow manages to reach out for my member and stroke it in the rhythm of his hammering, both sensations sending me over my limit and blanking my mind as I reach my climax and c.u.m all over myself, my muscles spasming and clenching his member still inside me, making him c.u.m together, grunting with a frown, sweat shinning against his black coal skin.

We hold each other with strength, but when the climax is over we fall on each other, trying to calm our breathing and caressing each other’s, missing staying like this, so close together, reminiscing the curves of each other’s bodies, patting the hair and back.

And such strong need wasn’t satisfied with just one round, and as our hands roam about we start to get warmed up again, his member growing inside me, giving me a clear sensation of his d.i.c.k inflating against my inner warm walls, filling me up more and more, stretching me, rubbing against my insides.

This time he doesn’t wait long to move again as he brings me up to his lap, making me sit with his member fully inside me, and with easy he controlled my body into going up and down, his big hands and strong arms taking my full weight with easy, barely moving his h.i.p.s and without a need to.

I was unable to help at this point, my knees wobbling like gelly as I hug his neck, the pleasure overtaking my senses as I could only feel his hot member going in and out, so close, too tight, so together like this that it almost looked like we were trying to become one.

As I climax once more I sink my nails on his back, m.o.a.ning loudly as he pressed me down, not stopping his thrust even though I had just come, moving and taking me past my limits, so rough, so gentle, so deliciously mine.

After a few more rounds; two? Four? Who is counting?; we finally lay down on bed, breathing heavily, tired from the amount we came and f.u.c.k.i.e.d together.

Satisfied and happy, that night I close my eyes with a light mind and a weight off my chest, knowing now how foolish I was for being so preoccupied with the church and not having a place to belong to.

Because I’m reminded now by you that the place I belong to is by your side, nowhere else, and there was nothing to fear as long as we stayed together.

A home is where the heart is, and you had taken mine a long time ago.

“My Templar, my dark elf, my lover, ‘Nacon’.” I say, kissing him on the cheek and embracing him fall into a deep sleep, a silly smile playing on my face.