Kept by Luna Voss

Chapter Twenty-Three

Melyta

I’m not sure I’ve ever seen Barion so hungry for me, or so animalistic in his expression of it. Every breath that comes out of his mouth has a growl hidden beneath, and by the time we reach the apartment we’re staying in, the beacon on his forehead is shining bright gold. I feel his cock through his pants as he fumbles with the key card, his shaft impressively erect, and he lets out a groan.

“I’ve been thinking about you all night,” he breathes, his words strained with need. “About you sitting there with your ass plugged and my cum all over your hot little cunt.”

“Believe me, I’ve been thinking about it too,” I half-whisper, half-giggle, stroking the length of his shaft with both hands. “You make it hard to forget who I belong to, Vostra.”

Barion growls in frustration as the door to the apartment refuses to let us in.

“Here, I’ll do it,” I laugh, taking the key card from him. My mate is a little too frenzied right now to be doing delicate things.

The light on the door blinks green and the handle turns. Barion swings it open aggressively, pulls me inside, then slams it shut by pressing me against the other side. I sigh in satisfaction as I feel his warm, muscular body enveloping me, pinning my wrists. The position is comfortable, familiar. It makes me feel safe and secure and dominated all at the same time.

“Mine,”Barion snarls, reaching down to grope my ass under my dress. I moan, feeling his fingers squeezing my most intimate places, putting pressure on the plug. “My mate. My perfect, submissive little vulta. Mine to fucking own and mark and knot and spank.”

I whimper as I feel him spread my cheeks apart, then slip one of his fingers into me from behind. I’m so wet that he slides in easily, both from my own arousal, and from the mess he left.

“Barion,” I gasp, squirming my hips and riding his finger. “Vostra…”

He silences me with a kiss, crushing his lips down onto mine. I open my mouth eagerly and he invades it with his tongue, drinking me in, tasting me. Another finger slips inside me, and I moan through the kiss.

Barion dominates my mouth with his, holding me by the neck as he slides his fingers in and out of me, thumb on my clit. All I can do is writhe against him, trying to stimulate his cock with my hand, impossibly turned on. Everything I was forced to repress at dinner, every bit of burning arousal, is being released now. I can barely keep still, and so he takes both of my wrists, lifts them above my head, and pins them against the wall, still moving his fingers inside me.

I struggle against him, trying to free my hands, wanting him to dominate me even further. He just smirks, a little growl escaping him as he keeps my wrists exactly where they are, not allowing me even a tiny bit of freedom.

“You’re not in charge here, vulta,” he whispers, his eyes flashing. “I am.”

“Prove it,” I shoot back, my voice breathy, almost a purr.

With a snarl, he spins me around so that I’m facing the wall, pressing himself against me, pulling in ragged breaths right next to my ear. A moment later and my panties are around my knees, and I can hear him unzipping his pants.

“Careful, vulta,” his voice hisses, sending goosebumps all across my neck, “or you just might get exactly what you ask for.”

He slides his cock across my swollen, sensitive pussy lips, coating himself with my wetness. Then, with a satisfied grunt, he starts to push himself inside me, firmly gripping my hips.

“Fuck,”he growls, as though it feels even better than expected. “Fuck, you feel good.”

Then he starts to make slow, forceful thrusts inside me, letting out a throaty grunt with every stroke. I mouth wordlessly against the door as his thick cock stretches me open.

“You like getting fucked with that plug filling up your little punishment hole, don’t you?” Barion growls in my ear, giving me a spank. “You like it when I treat you like a naughty little vulta and show you who’s in charge.”

He keeps thrusting at that same pace, spanking me occasionally. I moan as I feel his fingers slide into the back of my hair, gathering a handful. I love it when he pulls my hair.

“Fuck me, Vostra,” I whimper, the pleasure inside me mounting. “Please keep fucking me just like this.”

He does, and soon I can feel a climax building, aided by the deliciously naughty pleasure of the plug. I moan loudly, my fingers starting to scramble desperately at the door in front of me.

“Vostra, can I come?” I beg, worried that soon, my body won’t give me a choice. “Please…”

“Yes,” he growls. “Come with this thick cock stretching you open and that plug in your ass. Let me hear you whimper as you come for your Vostra.”

The giddy relief I feel is quickly replaced by overwhelming need as Barion’s thrusting sends me tumbling into a climax. I feel my pussy squeezing around his cock, my ass clenching the plug, and I moan uncontrollably, right into the door. Barion puts a hand over my mouth and keeps thrusting, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable as each stroke heightens the intensity.

By the time my orgasm fades, my vision is fuzzy and I’m panting for air. Behind me, I hear Barion’s ragged breathing. He takes a handful of my hair and pulls my head back so that my ear is right next to his lips.

“What do you say when your Vostra lets you come?” he growls.

“Th— thank you, Vostra,” I whimper, savoring the tingles spreading all over my scalp.

I let out a gasp as he pops the plug out of my ass. Then he pulls his cock out as well, and I’m left with a sudden sense of emptiness.

“Over to the bed now,” he orders gently, pulling my dress over my head.

I step out of my panties, now completely naked, and allow him to maneuver me over to the bed on shaky legs.

“Down,” he whispers, pushing me onto the mattress on my back. He grips my legs and drags me over to the edge of the bed. “Spread your legs for me, vulta.”

I do, showing off the sticky cum he left before we went to dinner. I can’t help but stare at the thick white fluid coating my clit and pussy lips. I’m glazed like a donut.

“I love that you’re covered in me,” he growls. “Your neck isn’t the only part of you I want marked.”

“I’d say you’ve marked me, all right,” I giggle shyly, still looking down at the mess between my legs.

Slowly, deliberately, he pulls off his shirt, and then his pants. “Almost.”

I watch with rapt attention as he begins to stroke his cock, looking me dead in the eyes. Fuck, that’s hot. Without even thinking about it, I reach down and start to touch myself, my pussy tingling for stimulation. I feel gloriously dirty as I rub his cum into myself using my finger.

Then Barion’s face screws up, and for a moment his eyes close. He flares his lips and extends his fangs in a primal expression of climax.

His cock begins to twitch. I can’t pull my eyes away as he shoots rope after rope of hot, milky cum directly onto my pussy, drenching my fingers and my clit. I let out a moan as I feel its warmth covering me, trickling down my body.

“Keep touching yourself,” he orders, watching me with hungry eyes. “I want you to make yourself come with your pussy all messy like this.”

I whimper and do as he commands, feeling intensely sexy at the pure desire on his face. He puts a hand on my inner thigh, stroking me gently as I masturbate with his cum.

“I’m close,” I whisper after a couple minutes. “Vostra, I’m going to come for you.”

Barion leans over me and his hand finds my neck. I moan, enjoying its presence. He knows how much it turns me on when he does that.

Gasping, I writhe around on the bed as I have my orgasm. I’m comfortable enough with him at this point that I don’t feel self-conscious, and I realize that, maybe for the first time, I can really just let go. My voice comes out loudly this time, and I start to thrash around so violently that he smirks and puts his weight on me to hold me in place.

“Barion,” I moan, “yesssss…”

As my climax fades and I convulse with the aftershocks, I realize that even more milky fluid is releasing from his cock. I glance down at it, and then at him. “Did you just come again?”

“I don’t… think so,” Barion gasps, his voice labored. “I don’t… something about you just makes me pre-cum so much. It’s been happening more the longer I’ve been with you. I think your pheromones must be affecting me.”

I half-smile, half-laugh, then lean up to kiss his lips. He kisses me back, and I sigh at the skin-to-skin contact as he presses his bare chest down onto mine.

“I’m going to knot you now,” he whispers.

“Yes, please,” I sigh happily.

“Do you want me to put the plug back in?”

I bite my lip shyly. “… Maybe.”

Barion grins. “Naughty little vulta. Fuck, you turn me on so much.”

I whimper as he scoops up a big glob of cum from my pussy with his finger and uses it to coat the plug. Then he presses it against my tight hole, and I inhale as he pushes it inside.

“Vostra,”I gasp as I feel the head of his cock part my glazed, sticky pussy lips.

“Vulta,” he replies, pushing his cock inside me.

He doesn’t wait long before he knots me this time. My body shudders as his knot expands, forcing my sensitive pussy walls to stretch to accept him. I press my lips against his desperately, trying to diffuse some of the overwhelming tension.

And then everything becomes perfect.

“Vulta, you feel so good,” Barion moans, sounding completely overcome by pleasure. “Fuck, I just… fuck…”

He buries his head in my shoulder, and I swear he’s having another orgasm as his cock twitches inside me.

“You’re going to… god, you’re leaving so much cum in my pussy,” I gasp, both aroused and amused. This is new, somewhat. He doesn’t usually come this much.

“Your fault,” he tries to laugh, still overcome with climax. “It’s all because of you, Melyta. You do this to me. You turn me into a fucking animal.”

He slumps into my shoulder, holding me very tightly. I wrap my legs around him, burying my face in his chest, savoring everything of this moment of closeness, of connection. I feel so filled up with his knot inside me as well as the plug. But it’s nothing compared to how full of love I am for him. My husband. My mate.

My Vostra.

“I don’t ever want to be apart from you,” he whispers, cradling my head against his chest and squeezing me. “Melyta, you complete me. All of my fucking craziness, everything I’ve done, it’s worth it because I have you.”

I squeeze him tightly, kissing his chest, feeling loved, cherished, whole as he begins to move his knot inside me.