Foxy Tales

When I couldn’t take the uncertainty anymore, I pulled back, breaking the kiss even though I desired to linger in it for as long as possible. A foolish kind of hope sparked in me as I met her green eyes, the man I always hid so well surfacing as I tried to let her see the truth of me. For her to feel something other than hate when she looked into my soul.
There was truth in her too as I looked back. A lost girl who had been hurt so many times by so many people that she had long since learned to bury herself behind doors which no one but her sister knew how to unlock.
She brushed her thumb along my jaw, and I tilted into her touch, aching for more of that tenderness in her eyes, for more of her skin against mine.

I took another step back, the water lapping around my waist as she stayed where she was with the waterfall cascading over her shoulders, looking so endlessly beautiful that it stayed my breath in my lungs.
I wanted to say something to bring back the looks she had given me just moments before. I wanted to tell her that it meant something to me which I couldn’t really explain, and for some reason I felt like I wanted to admit to her how long I had hungered to claim this with her. My obsession with her hadn’t
been sated by this act; it had only flourished, wanting more now than I had ever even fantasised over before, and I struggled for the right words to offer her to try and get her to understand even a little of that need in me.

She broke our kiss, her head tipping back as I gritted my teeth to stave off my own release, refusing to end this until I ended her, and I was rewarded within moments as a cry of pure ecstasy escaped her and her entire body exploded around mine.
I lost the fight against my own body as her pussy throbbed around my cock, demanding my ruin alongside hers, refusing to be defeated even in this, and I followed her over the edge,
groaning into her neck as I came deep inside her, thrusting in deep one final time and spilling myself into her.
I crushed her to the rocks as we finally fell still, our chests pressed together, rising and falling rapidly as I leaned my forehead to the rock wall beside her, my cheek scraping against hers.
I found…bliss in that moment. A contentment I swear that I had never known before, the scent of her surrounding me, the warm press of her body against mine and the utter devastation she had wrought on my flesh still humming through my limbs.
I held her legs up, keeping us close like that, our bodies still connected and the feeling of being inside her so utterly right that I was already dreading the moment when I would have to pull back.
I closed my eyes, drinking in the feeling that was passing between us, the way my entire being seemed to hum with satisfaction, and nothing outside of us even mattered anymore.
The water continued to tumble over us, the warmth of it welcome against my skin as she slid her hands from my shoulders, running them down slowly until her palms rested against my chest.
She had to feel the way my heart was pounding for her. She had to feel the shift that had just taken place between us…didn’t she?
I turned my head on instinct and she moved to meet my kiss, the need for this one not a feral, carnal thing like those that had come before it, but something so much more.
I kissed her slowly, deeper this time, my lips skating over hers with a tentative question which she met as she leaned in for more.
I didn’t think I’d ever kissed anyone like this before, much less lingered in their arms after the deed was done. But Roxy wasn’t just anyone. And even though I knew she couldn’t really
be someone to me, I couldn’t deny the part of me which had just admitted that I wanted her to be.
Vulnerability prickled at my skin as I deepened the kiss, losing myself to her and offering…something. Likely something unworthy and as tainted as the rest of me, but it was something real all the same.

She raked her hands through my hair as she kissed me again, dragging me closer and pulling a smug grin to my lips as I felt how wet she was for the man she claimed to hate so much, feeling how close she was to coming for me already with a smug kind of satisfaction.
Had Roxanya Vega spent nights with her own hands between these perfect thighs thinking of me the way I so often did when my hand was fisting my cock? Had her spite and loathing been hiding this want for me all along? This need to succumb to the power of my body taking charge of hers?

Roxy cried out for more no matter how hard I went, her pussy tightening around my shaft as we kept up the relentless pace. She started cursing me as I forced her towards an orgasm which I was determined to ring from her body, and her nails gouged lines across my back, neck, and shoulders. I embraced every mark she left on me, feeling the way she claimed me with them, wanting to brand them on my flesh forever and never let them heal, just so that I could hold on to this moment.

She squirmed in my hold, clearly not used to relinquishing control, and I shifted my other hand in her hair, knotting my fingers into it to keep her where I wanted her while sucking on her throat and marking her as mine.
Her body arched back, her nipples hard and puckering her shirt while I kissed and sucked at more of her neck, marking her over and over again, wanting every Fae in this school to see them and know who had left them there. Wanting to brand her as mine for all to see and keep her as such for more moments like this.

Roxy parted her legs for me to step between them, and I drove her against the rocks again, the force of my passion sending a cascade of gravel tumbling down over us.
I gripped the perfect roundness of her ass as I held her against me, rolling my hips so that every inch of my cock ground into her, and she locked her ankles behind my back.
I kissed her again, unable to get enough of her mouth, enough of her, and the thought of burying my cock inside her blinded me to all doubts and sense and responsibilities, because this right here between us felt inevitable. I was helpless to fight against the destiny of her.
I pinned her in place against the wall and slid my hand beneath her skirt until I found the lacy material of her panties, a groan tumbling from me as I found them soaked for me, the evidence of how much she wanted this setting my blood pumping even faster than before.

Roxy snapped first, her hand moving suddenly, grasping the fabric of my shirt and tugging me into her as she pushed up onto her toes and took my mouth with hers once more.
Magic pulsed between us, pressing to the edges of our bodies and buzzing against one another in a way that lit me up and had my heart hammering with an urgent kind of need.
I kissed her brutally, savagely, the same way I did everything when it came to her, and all of our hate and anger passed between our lips and twisted into the most intense lust that I had ever experienced in my life.
I drove her back against the wall again, needing to feel more of her body against mine, the urgent swell of my cock driving against her as my tongue rolled over hers, and I felt her shiver in my arms.
My hand locked around her jaw, pinning her at my mercy while I took what I needed with that kiss, falling into it and her, and forgetting all the reasons I had to stop this, because I was powerless to do so anyway.

She was a forbidden desire, something I never should have allowed myself to want, let alone take, but I was lost to any form of sense now, captured by the lure of her and helpless to the intoxication of her flesh.
Roxy leaned back, uncertainty dancing in the air between us, but I wasn’t letting her go now that I had her at my mercy, now that I could feel her body reacting to mine and was so close to hearing her moan for me in earnest.
Her head tipped back, offering me more of her throat, even though the wariness in her eyes said she was on the verge of lurching away altogether, but I knew she didn’t really want that. Her body was coiled tight with tension that consumed both of us, and I knew exactly what we needed to do to rid ourselves of it. She could meet the challenge of me and she knew it, she just needed to give in to how sinfully right this was between us.

She was a Vega. A princess born to the Savage King and here to bring about the downfall of all that was supposed to matter to me. Yet in that moment, none of it did matter. There was only her.