A tale of artists, intrigue, and the magical renaissance

Twisted Smut 16.2 – Tenet Noctis Duo {Darkest Night Two}

Umbra only had brief moments in which she could think rationally, the moments when she lifted her hips up and felt Catullo’s rod slide out of her but before she slammed them back down again. While each thrust brought her another wave of pleasure in the deep hungry place just below her belly, Umbra took advantage of those brief moments to consider her particular position.

By the gods Catullo was handsome. She was already practically quivering with lust, but looking down at him now, with his wild black hair laying out on the empty floor, it was almost enough to drive her mad.

She pushed down and his manhood filled her up again, halting her train of thought and satisfying her in a way no flesh and blood man should have been able to. After a few moments she tilted forward to slide him out, and she could think again.

If only she didn’t dislike him so very much. His pretty face and wild hair didn’t quite make up for the expression on his face, the begrudging way he let out each panting breath. Umbra was the one made of stone, why was it so important that he hide his pleasure?

Because, of course, Umbra supplied, trying to distract herself from the way his cockhead rubbed against her opening when he slipped out of her, because he’s only interested in finishing if he’s in control. He’d treat me like an object even if I weren’t, technically, an object, he seems the type.

The next time Umbra pushed down she did it even more forcefully, rewarded with both a grunt from Catullo and a stab of even deeper pleasure as Catullo’s cock rubbed against as-yet-unpleasured areas inside her. Despite her best efforts, a little whimper escaped her lips as she tilted forward again.

It was a vicious cycle, and she really wished there was someone to blame for it. Her pleasure was caused by a man she disliked, and that was making her hate him. She hated him and the fact was making her wet and she hated him for making her wet and that fact just turned her on even more.

When she looked down and caught his eye, Umbra was half-surprised to see the same sort of vehemence in Catullo’s expression.

“This is turning you on, isn’t it?” she asked, voicing her surprise. Catullo tilted his head quizzically, glancing down at the point at which her obsidian lips brushed against the tip of his member, then raised an eyebrow at her.

“Not the sex,” Umbra said, exasperated, “you’re pissed off at me, and it’s turning you on!”

“You have only so long to bring this to a satisfying close,” Catullo said, “don’t you think that time is better spent on achieving your goal rather than trying to suss out my motivations?”

Although Catullo spoke scathingly, Umbra didn’t miss that he didn’t meet her gaze.

“It is!” she crowed. Leaning down so that her warm stone body pressed against him, her face inches from his, Umbra wiggled her rear end back down to take his whole length into her again. Her black hair fell in rivulets around his face, and this close it was easier to watch him and see the reaction in his eyes, the way they searched her face and his lip curled.

“You fucking despise me,” Umbra cackled, pushing in little circles and shivering at the way her clit ground against him, “but it turns you on knowing you get to just use my snatch.”

“You have a foul mouth,” Catullo said, but she could feel his dick twitching inside of her.

“Sorry, you get to use my cunt,” Umbra grinned. “You know I dislike you too, yet here I am pleasuring you, riding you and getting wet for you.”

“Because you’re loving this too,” Catullo said. He still frowned, but his breath came out in small pants that sent shivers down her spine.

“I kind of really am,” Umbra giggled. She’d never had a man inside of her before, but she guessed from the way his hips were involuntarily bucking and twitching that he was close to giving her exactly what she needed to win her wager.

Or I can try for something even better… the thought might not have occurred to her had she not been so horny, but something wild had taken over, and she couldn’t resist it. After a few more strokes, just as Catullo’s fingers dug into her pitch-black skin, Umbra suddenly leaned back on her heels, pulling away from him and sliding his cock out of her completely.

“Whoops,” she said, “you weren’t close there, were you?”

Canicula! Catullo swore, “bona te stupri vexo canicula!

“Such a foul mouth,” Umbra said breathlessly. Her entire body ached with need, her sex almost hurt and it was hard to resist a whimper, but that was nothing in comparison to Catullo’s reaction. As she pulled back from him, he sat up and followed her, and a thrill of danger ran through her. She was made of stone, there was nothing he could do to hurt her, but she knew she was toeing the line of his patience.

It was a fun line to toe.

“Being so pissed off at me makes you even hornier,” Umbra observed, glancing down at his manhood, stiff and quivering despite the anger in his eyes.

“You seem to have no interest in the wager,” Catullo panted, glaring, “what are you playing at?”

“Any human girl can ride you, but I’d bet I’m the only one you can really take your anger out on.” Umbra spread her arms, “you dislike me?”

“I hate you,” Catullo spat.

“Then go with that,” Umbra shrugged. Catullo continued to glare for a moment, then lunged toward her, grabbing and crushing her to him. Every plane of his body that pressed against her felt as if it set Umbra on fire, and she writhed against him as if she were in heat. The motion ground her sensitive nipples against the cloth between them, it let her feel the warmth of his body, and it did not in any way help the hunger in her sex.

His lips pressed against hers, then bit down on her lower lip, and Umbra gave a little cry even as the hunger between her legs turned into a desperate yearning.

But he’s still holding back, the prick, he can bite any flesh-and-blood girl, the ludicrous thought occurred to her, and with a casual stone strength she shoved him, roughly.

“Pathetic,” she gasped.

“What.” Between the lust and the anger, Catullo’s question came out a strangled hiss.

“A little love nip? That’s all you’ve got?” Umbra could almost see her words burrowing under his skin, as if she had selected the exact combination most likely to make his blood boil. “If you’re going to fuck me like the monster I’m pretty sure you are, then fuck me.”

She knew she was playing with fire, and it made her so dizzyingly wet that she could feel her juices slowly dripping down her smooth thigh. The look in his eye was akin to that of a wild animal provoked to almost a snapping point, like he was handing from a single thread.

“Fuck me like you hate me, you impotent prick,” Umbra breathed.

The thread snapped.

In the split-second, Umbra thought Catullo was grabbing for her face, but instead he grabbed a handful of her dark hair in one hand. When he shoved her backward with his body, he held her up by the hair to keep her from falling over, and his grip remained firm on her as he went.

Catullo slammed her head into the wall with enough force that the plaster made a satisfying crunch as it cracked behind her head. Umbra saw stars and almost came, shivers running up and down her arms and curling around her belly. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could think of something suitably biting he had wrapped his hand around her obsidian throat, holding her so hard he might have crushed her windpipe if she’d been flesh.

His body was pressed against her again, persistent and hot and dangerous. The wetness between her legs was so slippery that it only took one groping attempt for his fingers to slip between them and curve up into her slit, some violent and invasive halfway point between penetrating her and pulling her hips into position.

His fingers tightened around Umbra’s throat, and he lifted her so she had to stand on her toes. Since breathing wasn’t a requirement for her, she knew that the blurriness around her vision had more to do with lust and dizziness than anything organic, but it made the feeling no less exhilarating.

There was barely a half-second to whimper between feeling his cockhead rubbing against her wet stone clit before it slammed back into her. Even pressed as far up the wall as she was, Catullo managed to push his entire length into her far deeper than it had before, or perhaps she had been holding back in a way he was unwilling to do.

Either way, Umbra screamed out a strangled cry as he stretched her, impaling her so deep that it reached even the hungry, desperate places deep within her. There was no more capacity to play games, no more ability to pull away at the last second, nothing but a strong hand tight around her throat and a huge cock skewering and bruising her insides.

She was either going to cum or shatter into a thousand pieces, she wasn’t quite sure yet. The pain and the pleasure were both so intense, both so glorious, that when Catullo’s pace suddenly increased and his grunts became louder, she clawed at his shoulders. If he came without letting her finish, she really would shatter.

He stared into her eyes, no expression on his face but unbridled lust, and her lip curled into a matching savage snarl.

“Hit me,” she said.

Catullo didn’t hesitate for a split second. The full force of his hand snapped her head back, and the resounding slap rang in her ears, and Umbra came with enough force that she almost blacked out.

Her whole body shook with the orgasm, so hard that a breathless part of her was terrified his dick would slip out of her body at the worst possible moment. Her cunt quivered and gripped him, and Catullo kept skewering into her with deep, satisfying blows that sent each wave of pleasure careening through her entire body.

Just as she began to come down from the peak, Catullo shouted and came himself. Umbra’s suddenly hypersensitive insides felt each spurt of his seed filling her. Even if his rod hadn’t pulsed with each jet of cum he released in her, she would’ve been able to tell that he had finished inside.

His legs gave way suddenly, and the pair of them collapsed to the ground in a rough heap. Even though she didn’t breath, Umbra felt the need to gasp for air, collecting herself after the rough treatment. For long moments, the only sound in the room was the two of them panting, slowly recovering.

“I didn’t mean to let you fall so hard,” Catullo broke the silence, “you didn’t chip your ass, did you?”

Umbra lazily lifted her hip and one leg to show him her still-smooth obsidian backside. The motion allowed a trickle of cum so slide out of her, and she watched the droplet leave a milky wide trail down her jet-black thigh.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, monster?” she asked, a half-smile playing about her face.

“Perhaps.” Catullo glared, but despite his best efforts Umbra could see a matching half-smile on the corner of his lips. “I suppose there is always next time.”

Umbra smiled, leaning back to rest her obsidian head against the wall.

“I suppose there is,” she said.

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