It was around 7pm when I first felt its whispers. From my spot—legs spread wide to stretch on the warm sand—a dark, earthy, slow-as-shit pulse began to seep into my cunt and lick my thighs, calves, and feet. Within 30 minutes, the energy shift was tangible, from Coney Island's daytime chaos of fusion jazz with a thousand cymbal clashes and multiple keyboard lines to evening's more grounded, indigenous bass line of drums that teased and seduced my soul. As folks departed the beach, the natural earth energy, no longer held down by the mass of humanity's emotion and need, rose like a tide to wash over me and snatch me down to its lair.
Stripped of emotions and encased in a cool comforting Peace, every part of me slowed down to a crawl. After revving high for days...weeks...I purred at idled as the sun dropped behind the manufactured lights and gave way to the sharp glow of a New Moon...new beginnings.
That was last night.
More than 16 hours later, this energy still has me drunk...knocked on my ass in an emotionless, disconnected...tranquility. I can barely focus. I can't feel. Its tight grip holds me deep in its underbelly, although now there's an added urge...no...a sheer fuckin need...to fuck. No...that ain't it either. I need...a full physical consumption of souls that reconnects me to my emotions while submerged in this dark rich vortex of Earth energy.
~sigh~ I fuckin hate need. It usually means the unfulfilled kind and outside of my control, but denying myself the acknowledgment will only haunt me. If I allow myself to sit and wallow in it, there's a slight chance I may find some small sense of freedom...
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Strange emotionless tears threaten to rise at the thought of escaping to that dim cool cave so we can indulge in an achingly slow meeting of bodies, so they can silently speak all the truths we can't seem to release into the world. Full conversations had though touch, taste, feeling. Each one relished to its full potential.
The quiet, gentle strip of civilization as clothes drop to the floor. Hands and mouths on flesh. Fingerprint stained skin. Teeth's grip. The taste of sweat and life on our tongues. Sinking deeper into one another...into Us. Licks. Nips. Bites that claim. Blood flow shifts and damp thighs. The relief at coming back together, even though only more...so much more...is needed to satisfy.
A fist in my hair, pulling tight...hard...controlling, to remind me of my place. I follow His lead. My submission handed over without question as I take my first steps toward the path of my destruction and rebirth.
Fuck me...a plead, a curse.
He drags me to my knees and to my back before He claims the space between my thighs as His right and begins to to rip my truths from my soul with every finger that enters my hot, slick, greedy cunt. He's so close...intent. He assesses every inch of me, every response. I succumb to the delicious discomfort of being exposed so completely I have no way to hide or deny what I am with Him.
One...to evaluate and tease.
Two...to open, spread, and torment. Curled fingers run along that sweet spot, and the first orgasm pours into His palm to drip to the floor.
Three...to test and push us toward that darker energy always beating beneath the surface of us...calling for us to embrace. With every stroke I get slicker, wetter, easing His way. Shamelessly, I spread my legs wider and give my cunt up to Him.
Four...to take...His will...His goal...His vision for what will be. His fingers tunnel and twist through my hot, drenched meat. My body speaks the truth...I'll deny Him nothing. My cunt suckles greedily at His demand.
Fuck me...that plead, that curse.
I give in to Him fully, and that primal response we both knew was coming takes hold. My hips grind into His relentless assault. I'm nasty. Greedy. Whorish. Nothing exists beyond where His fingers fuck my hole. I can no longer form sentences beyond simple statements. "Yes. Fuck, yes. More."
With a growl, He shifts his position over me like a beast about to end His prey's suffering. His nearness creates an intimacy that steals something from my soul. My hands clench against his back, and I bury my face in His neck even has I pump hard against His fingers.
He pulls my head back by my hair. "Look at me," he demands with a shake to my senses.
Heavy lidded, I meet his hot soul-searing gaze. His objective control has evaporated, and I meet His primal. Two beasts unchained. My hands thread into His dreads. Every ounce of reverence I hold for Him in my eyes. "Please..." I beg.
Five...to fucking claim.
His deep guttural growl accompanies His fist's deliberate, slow push into my waiting, needy heat. "Mine." His eyes catch my every response and strip me further of my masks. Fully seated, I ride that fist like an animal possessed. I'm in fucking heat. I'm at His mercy. I'm His. "Cum, Kat."
I obey with my own growl, drenching His wrist and forearm, my thighs, the floor in my hot stream.
His hand shifts from my hair to my throat as His beast is freed of the last bits of common decency between us. He holds me exactly where He wants me, beneath Him. His fist meets my grind and seizes control with a slow, calculated pace to brutally drive, pound, and plunge into me. I can do nothing but take and take and take. His fingers close around my throat. "Mine."
I cum again twice, in dual rolling waves that feel like internal earthquakes, I clenching my walls around His unrelenting fist. He releases my throat. Panting, I whisper, "Yes, Yours." The fullness and intimacy of His hand embedded into me is my undoing. Again and again, I cum, a river responding to my God's demand. "Fuck...yes...this...Us. Don't stop."
Time loses meaning. Only His will and soaking orgasms matter. Breaths are stolen. Every shred of pride laid at His feet. One hand clings to Him. The other I drag across my slick thighs before I seek His hardness to stroke and serve. His darkness only grows. He speeds up His assault, covering my mouth to smother the cry of pleasure ripping deep from my soul and racking my body.
Eventually He eases the rhythm and backs out of my well-used cunt. His cum-soaked fingers smear my flavor across my cheeks and lips before He sinks them knuckle-deep into my mouth. I taste myself...suck and clean and swallow with mindless hunger. His lips replace His fingers to savor my flavor. That unspoken conversation...that sharing...breaks my defenses, and tears slide from my closed eyes. His hand buries in my hair again to hold me in place, so He can leisurely lick and drink my tears. "Mine," He whispers in my ear.
I cum again, lost in Him, as His teeth sink hard and deep into my shoulder, a mark that will claim me as His for weeks.
As my orgasm ebbs, He shifts His weight and position to straddle my chest and lay His heavy dick between my breasts before His both fists sink into my hair and bring my lips to His demanding tip. Without hesitation, I press my breast together for Him to fuck and greedily latch on to suckle, bath, and drench His head and partial length with the hot heat between my lips. He holds me immobile and once again controls the pace...of every stroke...of the taking of my mouth. He'd leans forward and pushes deep into my throat. I choked. He pulls back and waits for me to beg for more.
"Please..."
He repeats the pattern to feed me more and more of Him until I'm gagging before He again takes Himself away. I watch Him watch me. The intent in His gaze. The curious assessment in the tilt of His head. The mild amusement at the edge of His eyes and corner of His lips. Every act drags me deeper into surrender to Him.
His dick hardens and lengthens impossibly, and I feel His energy intensify. He pulls out of my lips with pop. I look up in question and find a dark beast fully in His power. His restraint is gone. His raw need is stark, and my pussy weeps in response. A hand leaves my hair to grip my jaw open, and without apology, He leans down to spit into my used mouth. Shock explodes in my mind and soul, but I close my lips to consume another taste of Him. My body understands what my mind cannot, and I come again, shattering beneath Him.
His eyes flash, and a growl erupts from his chest as He rises to His feet. "Bed."
I scramble to obey even in my drunken state. In moments I'm on all fours at the edge of His bed. He wastes no time and buries His thick shaft into my slick swelling cunt. I clench against Him. Release. Clench. Release. He slowly drags Himself out of me before another deep dive leaves me groaning. He grinds His head into the back of my pussy, and I push back to maximize the friction between us. When he pulls completely out of me, I whimper at the sudden emptiness.
I raise my ass, begging for more of Him. Within a breath, I feel His head press against me again, higher...nudging at the entrance of my ass. I still, understanding dawning. The last remaining depths of surrender consume me and softened all of my edges as I sink face down ass up in total submission. I know what is likely to come... My lioness could fully manifest under His beast. Uncontrolled. Too raw. Too vulnerable. Too...exposed. He'll see me senseless. A rutting animal who knows nothing but instinct and nature's call to mate.
No time for fight consequences. With a flood of warm lube, His head pushes into my tight ring. The seductive burn scorches my sanity. I gasp, but His firm grip at my waist holds me in place. He backs out a fraction as His thumb strokes my hip. "It's all mine."
With His claim and promise, the current of surrender drags me under the comforting weight of His Dominance.
Another nudge...the heat...the stretch...the fullness. I whimper at my imminent destruction and rebirth.
Another two inches... Another... Another...
Fuck me...our plead, our curse.
Buried firmly...deeply...entirely in the me, He begins the long, slow strokes meant to consume our souls, and we both lose ourselves to Us as we drowned in Our rich dark earthy energy.
~DominaKat
P.S. The acknowledgment, sitting, and wallowing of it all only freed my Lioness to pace restlessly. This one is gonna haunt me for fucking days. Fuck me...
P.S.S. Fuck editing right now. I need to dry off my slick thighs.
Update: Finally edited. 07.24.23
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