Test Subject — Chapter no 7

Chapter 7

His Way

I don’t know what to say. How could he possibly go longer than Sylvan? I’ve never felt the amount of pleasure I felt yesterday, and he’s

promising more.

I hope he’s not lying.

Before I can think of what to say in response, an invisible finger rams inside my pussy. I shriek and involuntarily fall to my knees, giving that finger even more access.

Mehdi laughs, and with the hands I can see, he starts stroking his crotch.

Meanwhile, his invisible finger rubs along my folds before entering again. I bite my lip and try to fight the arousal rising in me, but I can’t.

Then there’s a second finger sliding in. And a third. With the fourth finger, I open my mouth and moan quietly. And when the fist rams inside, my moan ramps up into a near-scream.

“Mmm, that sound is really yummy,” Mehdi says, and pushes down his waistband so I can see his erect dick. It’s not as long as Sylvan’s, but very thick, and there are strange silver markings all along the shaft.

Lovingly, he strokes his dick, even though it’s already rock-hard.

“Come here and I will release you from the tension,” he whispers, but I bite my lip. That fist keeps ramming into me, making my body rock back and forth.

“No,” I moan. I try to stand up, but it’s very hard. Mehdi laughs at my attempt, but on the second try I manage to stay upright, still with his fist inside of me.

Then, it stops ramming, just stays inside of my pussy, while I wobble to the table.

“I…need to take…your blood,” I stammer. I can still feel the fist turning and tickling inside of me, inching its way farther into my depths.

“How about a deal?” Mehdi smiles. “My fluid for yours. I will feed you not only with my blood, but with my semen and my magic. All you have to give me”—he licks his lips—“is that juicy pussy.”

“Why?” I groan, and Mehdi laughs.

“Because I heard your splatting for a long time yesterday. Without being able to be the origin of it. So be a nice girl and…obey.”

His fist starts thrusting again, and I stumble forward and fall to my knees again. My first orgasm is about to happen, and I can barely keep from falling on my face.

But…there’s never the relief of pleasure reaching a peak and then descending. Orgasm hovers just out of reach.

“Oh, I forgot”—Mehdi laughs, his voice unabashedly horny—“you can’t orgasm until I’ve fucked you to my satisfaction. You won’t be able to get rid of this feeling until you are filled with my fluids.”

At first, I try to fight it. But the longer I hover on the brink of release, the hornier I get and the weaker my arms and legs feel. Slowly, I start crawling forward, Mehdi’s laugh accompanying me.

I reach his body and grab hold of his legs as I rise to kneeling. I desperately want to take his penis into my mouth, to get some kind of relief.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Mehdi shakes his head and grabs my hair to pull my head back. Then, with his other hand, he clutches his club of a cock and gently smacks it against my cheeks.

I open my mouth and try to catch it, but he keeps my head still. I stretch out my tongue, just to taste him, but he grins and evades me. The fist in my pussy keeps thrusting, making it hard to focus on anything but the sensation.

“So desperate… so hungry,” he whispers. I look at him, nodding; I’d agree to anything right now. “You’re a nice little girl, aren’t you?” I nod again. “Beg. Beg me to take you, to release you.”

“Please,” I moan, running my hands up his legs, “fuck me. Fuck me hard and do everything you want to me.”

He raises his eyebrows and smiles like he didn’t expect that.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, I reach for his balls and grab them tight. He groans, surprised, and then his eyes flash with what might be literal flames.

Without warning, he takes my head and rams his cock into my mouth.

Again, my eyes roll to the back of my head, but there’s no gag reflex setting in.

He keeps hammering his dick into my mouth. Tears start streaming down my face, but I can’t get enough. His fist is picking up the pace again, driving me insane in my pussy.

He thrusts a couple more times, until he fills my mouth with his semen.

I swallow and swallow as it keeps coming. All the while, his fist keeps relentlessly stretching the walls of my pussy from the inside.

When he pulls back his penis, the symbols on it start glowing and it gets warm. I await my relief, but it doesn’t come.

“Oh…” He chuckles. “You thought we’re done here?”

I slowly nod. He laughs out loud.

“Not. Even. Close,” he moans. I fall back on my ass, desperately rocking my hips, trying to make the fist bring me to orgasm, but it still won’t come.

“Let me fuck you my way now,” he says, and his eyes turn red.

“Yes, fuck me your way, please,” I whisper. I hold up my legs in encouragement.

Mehdi looks at me lying on the floor with my legs held high, grins, and snaps his fingers so that the fist inside of me disappears. I feel a kind of relief and sigh audibly, closing my eyes, but then I feel something weird at my entrance.

When I look, Mehdi is looming over me with his toe rubbing my folds, hoggishly licking his lips and staring down at my crotch.

“It has been decades since I’ve last tasted pussy. I want to eat you, suck out all your juice, and hear you scream my name,” he moans. The dirty talk just makes my arousal surge higher.

Suddenly, I feel invisible hands pulling me up by the feet and holding me upside down. Then they turn me around, so I’m face to—well—penis.

It’s beautiful, and I don’t need any more encouragement to reach for his cock, but Mehdi just laughs.

Two more invisible hands appear, holding my wrists hostage. The hands around my ankles spread my legs very, very far apart, and then I magically float closer.

Mehdi’s dick is just inches from my lips now, and I strain my neck forward, but I can’t move enough to take it in.

Then I feel his tongue on my other lips, hot and somehow vibrating. I moan and open my mouth in pleasure, and before I know what’s happening Mehdi thrusts his hips forward and presses his dick into my mouth.

He wraps his arms around my body. I’d forgotten about the chains holding him against the wall until the cold metal grazes against my legs.

He starts thrusting with his hips, while simultaneously licking my pussy like it’s a damned ice cream cone. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and I’m going crazy, screaming while he sucks me dry.

He licks, rams his tongue in, scoops inside, nibbles on my clit, and so much more I can’t pinpoint.

Once again I feel like I’m about to orgasm, but I know I won’t be released. I feel my mouth getting hot where it’s wrapped around Mehdi’s dick, which must mean that the symbols are glowing again.

This seems to be the cue for Mehdi. He pulls out and snaps his fingers again; his invisible hands turn me right-side-up and set me down so I’m facing him.

“You taste like I thought you would,” he moans. If that was all just his tongue, I can’t wait to feel his dick inside my pussy. “You’re so greedy,” he says, watching me, “yet still you’re trying to hold back. Why?”

“I…need…your blood,” I groan. He laughs, sending chills down my spine.

“First, you need my semen inside of you. Again.” He waves his hand in the air and once again the invisible hands do their work, bending me backward until I’m in a bridge position with only an invisible force to keep me steady.

“What a sight…now, wait to feel something you’ve never felt before.”

Mehdi puts his cock against my entrance and slowly starts rubbing, but the fact that he’s not penetrating is driving me crazy.

“Give…it to me,” I hiss. He laughs, smacking my thigh.

“Don’t be so impatient, kitty,” he purrs.