Chapter 244: Blessed By A Queen 2
She kept riding him.
The sound of it filled the hotel room, continuous and rhythmic, her hips rising and falling with a pace that had nothing hurried about it, like she had all the time in the world and had decided to use it.
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
Liam lay on the carpet beneath her and sweated.
He could feel it.
Not the normal heat of exertion.
Something else.
Something moving outward from his core in slow steady increments, like warmth leaving a room through a gap you couldn’t find.
His body was present and responding the way bodies responded but underneath that response something was being subtracted.
’I can feel it,’ he thought. ’I’m losing something and I can’t explain it in any terms that make sense.’
"Haaa—" She rolled her hips forward on the next stroke and looked down at him with her eyes half closed and her dark hair falling around her face. "Your dick is delicious." She tilted her head. "It’s a shame you have to die."
Her boobs shook with every movement, heavy and full, swaying forward with each rise and pulling back with each drop, the motion continuous above him.
He watched her.
Then he felt it.
A sharp pain in his left hand. Specific and sudden, the kind that demanded immediate attention.
He turned his head.
His hand was changing.
The skin was pulling inward, the color going out of it the way color went out of something drying, the flesh drawing close to the bone beneath.
Not dramatic. Not fast. Just steady and continuous and completely wrong.
Liam’s eyes went wide.
He turned to the other hand.
Same thing.
Both of them. .
Moving at the same pace, the same direction, the same quiet relentlessness.
"I’m almost done tapping you out."
Her voice pulled his attention back to her.
She was looking at him with an expression that had settled into something satisfied, her hips still moving, still maintaining the pace, completely unbothered by the fact that she was watching him react to his own dissolution.
He looked at her horns.
They were bigger than they had been five minutes ago.
Growing slowly, pushing through her dark hair, curving upward with the patient certainty of something that had been building toward this for a while.
"Don’t worry," she said, her voice warm and completely insincere. "At least you get to die doing something with someone like me." She smiled down at him. "Most people don’t get that."
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
The pain from his hands had moved.
He could feel it in his arms now, creeping upward toward his elbows, the same sensation, the same wrongness, spreading through him at the pace of something that knew it had time.
His legs too. Starting at the feet, moving upward.
’System,’ he thought, his jaw tight against the pain. ’Please tell me you’re back online because this crazy lady is about to kill me off.’
The screen appeared.
[0:07]
[0:06]
[0:05]
[0:04]
[0:03]
[0:02]
[0:01]
Time stopped.
Everything stopped.
She was still above him, frozen mid-motion, her hips suspended at the top of a stroke, his dick halfway inside her, her expression locked in its satisfied curve.
Her boobs hung forward, caught in the middle of their swing. Her tail hovered behind her, motionless.
The pain was still there. He could still feel it. The system had paused everything except what was happening inside his body.
Text appeared in front of him.
[System Functions Restored]
[All Skills Fully Operational]
[Host Motor Functions Restored]
[Option 1: Total Domination]
[Option 2: Elimination]
Liam looked at them.
He looked at Option 2 for a moment.
’Elimination,’ he thought. ’Clean. Final. Done.’ He looked at her frozen above him, at the horns and the tail and the satisfied expression and his hands that had started to look like something wrong. ’But that’s the merciful choice, isn’t it. That’s letting her off clean after what she was planning to do.’ He looked back at Option 1. ’She wanted to drain me and leave me empty. I want her to feel every second of the repercussion of her decision for the rest of her life.’
He picked Total Domination.
[Objective: Make her cum five times.]
A grin spread across his face before he could stop it.
’Five times,’ he thought. ’Okay.’
Time resumed.
She came down on the downstroke and found him grinning up at her and her hips slowed.
She looked at his face.
"You’ve come to terms with it," she said. Something in her tone had shifted slightly, the satisfaction still there but with a question sitting at the edge of it. "By the look of you."
"Yeah," Liam said. "I’ve come to terms with something."
He moved his hand.
Fast. Before she had processed that he could.
He pushed one finger directly into her asshole.
"Oh—" The sound that came from her was not the controlled sound she had been making. It arrived before she decided to make it, sharp and immediate, her whole body stiffening above him.
Then he activated Pulse Tease.
The current moved through his finger and into her, that specific pulse of lust electricity that he had used before on Camille, that quiet devastating charge that found every nerve and introduced itself to all of them at once.
Her legs collapsed.
Not gradually.
At once.
The strength went out of them completely and she dropped forward onto his chest, her face landing sideways against him, her whole body suddenly without its architecture.
"What—" Her voice came out completely different. Breathy and unsteady and stripped of the performance it had been carrying. "How are you moving. What did you just do to me."
His arm came around her, holding her in place, her face against his chest.
"What you should be worried about," he said, "is what I’m going to do next."
She pushed against his chest with one hand, trying to lift herself, the strength only partially returning to her arms.
She looked up at him from close range and her expression had changed. The satisfaction was gone. Something else had taken its place that she was actively trying to manage.
"There’s nothing you can do to me," she said. Her voice was working to recover its composure and getting most of the way there. "A human can’t kill my kind. That’s not how this works."
"You said it yourself," Liam said. "Blessed by a queen of your kind." He looked at her. "I’m guessing that changes some things."
She looked at him.
"And so?" she said.
He looked back at her. "Time to show why I was chosen."
He moved.
He kept his arm around her and rolled, putting her beneath him, her back against the carpet and him above her, still inside her, and before she had fully registered the position change he drove forward.
"Oh—"
He didn’t slow down.
His hands found her waist and he held her exactly where he needed her and he started moving with everything the restored skills were giving him, deep and deliberate, each stroke reaching somewhere that produced immediate and involuntary responses from every part of her.
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
"Oh god— what— haa—"
Her hands went to his back, her nails pressing in, her body arching up from the carpet. Her boobs shook with every thrust, their weight shifting with each impact, her nipples dragging against his chest on the deeper strokes. Her tail moved behind her without direction, curling and uncurling with each wave of sensation.
He kept the Pulse Tease running at a low continuous frequency, not the burst from before, just a steady current threading through every point of contact.
"Haa— oh— what is that— stop— don’t—" Her words were arriving without connecting to each other. "Don’t stop—"
He didn’t stop.
The room filled with the sound of it. The rhythm and her sounds and the specific sound of her body against his, continuous and building.
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
"Oh— oh god— I’m— haa—"
Her horns had fully receded. He wasn’t sure when that had happened. Her tail had gone still. All of it overridden by whatever was currently taking priority in her nervous system.
"I feel dizzy," she managed, the words coming out between sounds, her eyes not focusing on anything specific. "Can you actually— are you actually—"
He drove forward harder.
She came.
Her whole body locked, every muscle going rigid at once, her nails dragging down his back, a sound tearing out of her that was nothing like the sounds she had been making when she was the one in control.
Long and raw and completely honest, filling the hotel room.
He felt her shake through it.
He held the pace through every second of it.
When the last wave passed through her he pulled back slightly and looked at her lying beneath him, her dark hair spread across the carpet, her chest heaving, her expression having traveled somewhere very far from where it had started this evening.
She looked up at him with eyes that were trying to find their focus.
He smiled at her.
"Four left," he said.
She stared at him.
"What?" she said.
After hearing that Liam moved.
He took her by the hips and turned her over onto her back fully, her hair spreading across the carpet around her head, her chest still heaving from everything that had just passed through her.
He came up onto his knees between her legs and spread them wide.
She tried to close them.
Her thighs pushed inward and found his hands already there, holding them open, and the strength that should have been available to her wasn’t.
Whatever the Pulse Tease had done to her nervous system was still sitting in it, her muscles receiving instructions that weren’t arriving with their full authority.
She looked up at him from the floor.
"Don’t," she said. Her voice had lost the controlled quality it had carried when she was above him. It was still composed. Just less certain than it had been.
He looked at her spread beneath him and put one hand flat on her chest, his palm covering one of her boobs completely, pressing down.
She felt it coming before it arrived. His hand through the Pulse Tease, the current moving into her from the point of contact, spreading outward from his palm through her chest and downward.
"Oh—" Her back lifted off the carpet.
He pushed into her at the same moment.
The two things arriving simultaneously, his dick driving deep and the current pulsing through his hand on her chest, and her body received both of them at once and made an immediate and comprehensive decision about it.
"Oh god— haa— oh—"
She came again.
Faster than the first time.
Her legs tried to close around him and couldn’t, his knees holding them wide, her hands going to his wrist where his hand was on her chest and pressing down on it like she was trying to make it stop and pulling it closer at the same time.
Her boobs shook under his palm, the full weight of them moving with each wave that passed through her, her nipples hard against his hand, the current still running steady and relentless through every point of contact.
The sound she made was longer than the last one. More of it. Less controlled.
When it passed she lay there beneath him looking at the ceiling with her eyes wide and her chest rising and falling rapidly and her hands still on his wrist.
He looked down at her.
"Try to last longer next time," he said. The grin was fully in place and he made no effort to do anything about it.
She turned her head and looked at him.
Her horns were completely gone.
Her tail was flat against the carpet, completely still, doing none of the deliberate curving it had been doing when she was in charge of the evening.
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