REALITY
Big arms crawled and encircled possessively on her small waist from the back. She could feel his warmth embracing her. The maiden studied carefully his face. She misses him deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly. Not a day goes by that she doesn’t look at his picture and smile. Or cry. Or both.
"You're really are here..." eyes misted, Sumire looked up and flashed an affectionate smile at him. Now she could feel him against her, Sumire knew she wasn't dreaming. It is all real.
"Mort." An orb of tears escaped from her eye, Sumire reached for his face and traces every inch of his exquisite features. She noticed his eyebrow cut in half but it looks sexy on him. ' He looks more ferocious and dangerous now.' She uttered in her mind. His aura had changed into something perilous.
"It's been so long...did you miss me, moya luna?" A hot and husky tone whispered in her ears as his warm breath crawl on her nape. A familiar scent she's been missing all day and night now lingered on her nostrils. He planted a small kiss on her neck making Sumire's body tingle.
"I love you past the moon and miss you beyond the stars." The maiden heartily said. Mort brought his palm to her cheek; thumb moving against her lower lip. His hair was sexily disheveled and a pair of green orbs hovered on her, bright with a dark passion she was drawn into. He leaned down on her face while his lips got closer and closer to hers, touching the tip of their noses.
"You have been running through my head every single day of eternity, you little one." Giving in to their heart's desire, Mort lifted her chin and kissed Sumire delicately. His tongue flicked across her lips and slip inside, wandering every corner of her mouth, hot, full, and passionate.
"I damn miss you so much," Breathless, Sumire said between their parted lips. Mort smiled and claimed her lips once more, taking complete possession of her; he drank her in. His hand crawled on the back of her head and pulled her as one hand snaked inside her dress and unlocked her brassiere. He then pawed his shirt off. They continued kissing with urgency and desire. It was infinite and long.
Clinging on his neck, Mort brings her to the golden-black royal king chair with big strides without breaking the intense kiss. He sucked her lower lip with a fiery passion. He sits on his throne chair and placed Sumire on top of him. She could feel his huge bulge pressing between her thighs. Her eyes were closed and gasped at the exquisite sensation. His kisses traveled from her chin down to her neck.
"Mmmm, Mort..." Sumire moaned which made Mort growl on her neck. His warm breath burned on her skin. She was half naked under his burning touch. His rough hands roamed, rubbing her shoulder and back, then his arms possessively wrapped around her, pressed Sumire into him and brought his lips to her chest.
"I miss my babies," Mort said hoarsely as he was facing her erect nipples. He teasingly kissed and then nibbled on them, making Sumire cry in pleasure. Her breath was faster and hotter than ever before and could feel her heart accelerate in her chest.
Her hands stroked on his head, Sumire pulled Mort deeper who was nibbling and sucking her pair of ample bosom one after another, fairly and hungrily. She could feel herself getting wet above him. Sumire gyrated, teasingly rubbing his arousal poking at her wet entrance.
"I want you," He darkly whispered and licked her earlobe, sending a prickling sensation throughout her body.
Mort eases his pants and boxer shorts, letting out his maddening buddy in sight. His engorged shaft slip inside her panty and tease her pool of wetness, rubbing against her hot intimate folds. Sumire straddled him and slowly took all of him. Filling inside her, she cum instantly in one thrust. Sumire milked him, squeezing herself around him.
"Ahh, you are too big..." gasping for air, Sumire moaned, weakened inside his embrace. Hands on his chest, she stared up meeting his eyes. Dark and burning in love and desire.
"You come, huh." Mort sexily grinned. He put the strand of her hair messily arranged in her face at the back of her ear. She could feel him deep inside, pulsating and getting even bigger. Sumire was about to pleasure him when he made her stop.
"Wait," he breathed. "Don't move. You are so smooth and tight, let me take care of you." Mort then changed their position. He laid her down while he was inside her.
"What are you doing," Sumire asked as Mort placed her ankles on his broad shoulders. His massive frame leaned to her and sheepishly grinned. He is gorgeously half-naked, very attractive, very deadly.
"Whenever you're sad, I'll give you my shoulders to put your legs on." He said making Sumire blush hard when she realized their position. It was so hot and indecent. She can't help but bit her lower lip. Mort looks at her intensely, up and down. She felt his eyes caressing her body. Her languid eyelashes of velvet-black blinked once slowly, as if inviting him to conquer her, while her saccharine lips wetly parted and let out a ragged breath. Sumire's face was now expressively erotic.
"This chair suits you, my Queen. Allow your King to worship and pleasure you." Mort huskily said and rammed into her. Sumire ran her fingers along the ridges of his arms and tightened her grip when Mort accelerated his pace.
"Mort! Ah! Ah! Ah! Please don't stop..." Sumire moaned as the sound of the slapping flesh echoed throughout the place. She cupped his face, beads of sweat trickled on his face. Her eyes lowered down seeing him moving in and out, his tip kissing her womb inside.
"Ah! I'm coming!" Her legs quivered behind his waist as Mort continued thrusting hard and deep into her in perfect rhythm.
"Let's come together," Mort said in a hoarse tone and claimed her lips while moving non-stop. He cupped her head and explore her mouth. Second later, Sumire came in intense waves as he shot himself into her. Satiating her womb with a load of his milk.
The smell of sex filled the exhibition room. Sumire felt every part of her was melting. The pleasure is written all over her face. Their foreheads and noses intimately touches, she looked at Mort. His eyes were burning fiery in desire and he looks sexy between her legs. She could feel his erection never calmed down and it was bulging inside her tummy.
Mort slowly rose with his buff, young, rippled-muscle glory. He scooped the weakened maiden up from the chair and brings her to a secret lair in his lonely castle.
A few seconds passed, the sound of moans, groans and the bed rocking broke the place. White curtain bed dancing in the night wind, both are raw naked on top of the bed. Mort growls like a lion while nibbling his mate in the neck. His clothes and her ripped panties were flung against the far wall. Sumire was holding the edge of the bed when he plunged all ten inches of his bulging, throbbing shaft inside her all at once, stretching her walls to the absolute limit.
"Ooooohhhh...Mort, please..." She pleaded for more. Mort takes her from behind. He spread her legs wider and rammed her hitting her g-spot so hard, bringing her to climax almost already. The scent of her arousal filled the air, mixing with his. Sumire couldn't help the ecstasy filling her mind but groan aloud.
"Sumire! Damn...this is where I want you." He held Sumire's hips up and penetrate her red, glistening pearl all over again with intensity. With that, he exploded inside, spurting all his seed into her so hard.
He leaned over her back and with one hand grasping her neck, Mort captured her lips and kissed Sumire full on mouth. Their position was raw and primal. He is like a feral beast in bed, untamed. He groaned inside her mouth as he tasted her deliciously while releasing his loads into her. She was so filled up.
Mort laid her back on the bed and open her legs wide. His tongue travels across her thighs and sucks on her legs while his eyes burn in fire and desire locks on her. Sumire flushed hard and arched her back when he penetrates without a word making her gasp at its thickness.
His gorgeous dark hair fell sexily on his face while a small bead of sweat formed on his forehead. He glanced from her face to her chest full of admiration at the sight. Gasping for air, eyes, and lips half open in pleasure, Sumire looks like a breathtaking piece of art beneath him. Erotic and amorous. His gaze travel down to her stomach and placed his palm on top of it.
"I can't wait to watch your belly swelling with my child, babe." Mort in a deep and husky tone. Her sweet bosom bounced back and forth when he thrust her in a fast rhythm. Their body dance in perfect tune and the slushing sounds of their flesh is like music to the ear.
Sumire began to tremble as Mort's gigantic and engorging shaft pump her back and forth vigorously making a wet popping sound along with his thumb playing her clitoris. She squirt hard while he rammed her non-stop.
"Oh, yes, Mort, aahh...yess!" She cried as Mort thrust his hips even deeper, stretching beyond its limit. Sweat from his perfectly sculpted body dripped over her. Her nails dug deep, clawing his tight muscled back.
Her eyes widened and mouth gaped as a tingling sensation shot throughout her body. She felt nothing but pure happiness and pleasure. He captured her lips and Sumire let him dominate her.
"Ooooh God! I'm coming!" Sumire shrilled and nails dug into his skin. That wasn't enough to make him calm, instead, Mort drilled her harder and deeper with each powerful strokes. She could feel herself near fainting.
Seconds later, her swollen clit exploded in delicious pleasure. Her walls tightened and throbbed. Mort then followed her and he released a feral growl as he came hard. Sumire let out a deep, erotic moan.
"That was amazing," Mort whispered in a husky tone to her left ear as his hips thrust forward letting out more of his essence into her. His forehead pressed against hers for a long moment.
Mort bore his face in her neck and planted a kiss in there. Sumire could feel their hearts thrumming with the same beat. His chest against her, she gently strokes his hair.
"I love you." Genuinely, he said. Mort cupped her head in his large hand and kissed her. His body pressed against her and she felt him rock-hard, stiff, and thick inside. Her skin tingled with arousal.
Limp and sated, Sumire heard him more than a growl. It was only then he began. Arms encircled his neck, she matched his pace. Every rhythm of his pounding was well-controlled, slow, and deep. When Sumire opened her eyes, her gaze locked with his. It embers of fire and desire.
Mort leaned and claimed her lips. He brought her to a peak once more. When she came this time, Sumire felt as if she finally found her home.
The night came, both of them completely naked under the red chenille blanket in his darkened master suite. Mort enjoys his wife's body and moans of pleasure. It was as if he was devouring a living prey till afternoon. After their intense and wild lovemaking, railing her over and over again when he lost control, he finished her before Sumire fainted on top of him.
His eyes took in every detail of her bewitching beautiful face and caressed her cheek. She was resting on his chest. Mort lift her finger where the ring is and kissed it.
"My little midget." He traces her long pointed nose down to her parted lips with his thumb but he gets a snoring response. Mort can't help but smile genuinely, marveled at her beauty. He secretly steals a kiss on her forehead, nose, and slightly parted lips.
"Hmmm," adorably cuddling him, Sumire replied with moaning and hugged him tight. The rapture of her embrace and desire to take her return. Mort's jaw clenched, trying to suppress the desire to claim her that boiled inside him.
"Evening," Mort whispered hotly in her ears. Her eyes barely opened, a weak smile formed on her lips. He caressed her face, the softness of her cheek. Sumire captured his hand, twining their fingers together.
"Good evening too, handsome," Sumire said smilingly and kissed him. Their tongues were entwined, he groaned into her mouth which was unbearably sexy. She looks hotter in her morning hair which was a mess.
Mort pulled the back of her head to deepen the kiss. Sumire's eyes widen and blushed when a painting in the throne room flash in her mind. She break their kiss which stunned Mort and eyed him narrowly.
The "Death" she was obsessed to meet with and had been looking for a long time is finally here. Pupils dilated, Sumire can't believe it in her eyes. It was Mort all along. The man she dreamed to meet and the one she loved was the same person.
"Why'd you keep it secret from me?" She asked and a streak of pain between her legs made her face twitch when she try to move but Mort holds her still. He just look deeply into her eyes.
A sudden flash of vague memories flooded her mind. Holding her head and eyes tight closed, Sumire felt her head is going to explode. She could feel the throbbing pain crawling in her veins and it hurts her. The shards of memory keeps coming nonstop which made her stop.
FLASHBACK...
Sunset. The warm setting sun and the summer breeze kissed her skin. Sauntering around, Sumire was in the field of dandelions, surrounded by the pure fragrance of summer grasses and meadow flowers. She watches the magnificent sun glowing marvelous and its beams reflected the infinite ocean. Her dress and dark hair danced in the gentle current of the wind. She went to a shrine of death and made a wish to end her life without killing herself.
After Sumire silently prayed for her early death, she found a mysterious godlike beauty of a man wearing an expensive all-black suit napping while his book was placed on his belly, wearing black eyeglasses. She felt under his spell.
The young man screams danger yet she was dragged by an unknown force to go near him. From his pointed long nose, flawless skin, and that tempting lips, Sumire found herself approaching the man.
"What a handsome man," Sumire breathlessly uttered. Hypnotized, she approached closer to the long table of the shrine where the man was silently sleeping. She climbed up and sat next to his head and stared at him for a long time. Drawn by his beauty, Sumire unconsciously leaned and kissed the man on the lips.
"What the hell am I doing," she slaps her face to come to her senses. After the shameful thing she did, Sumire stared intently into the man's face, feeling like she was kissing DEATH. He was cold, almost dead.
At the top of the man, Sumire stole something from the shrines, bringing the bizarre painting with her. Unaware of the young man's lip formed into a smirk.
END OF FLASHBACK...
"That day, there is this guy I kiss on the shrine...who is he?" Pouted and unconsciously uttered, Sumire's brows knitted into a frown as she now vaguely recalled the stranger's visage. "I cannot remember his face now but surely he's goddamn handsome..." she added, while Mort was listening to her.
"You aren't jealous, right?" Sumire said and shifted his gaze on Mort but quickly fled to the bed headboard when the hunk intensely stared at her. Something in his gaze made him frightened like he was about to feast on her. She drags the bedsheet to cover her nakedness.
"I pretty am," Mort revealed and crawled like a lion ready to pounce on his prey. The way his foxy emerald eyes dilated, and stared at her under his thick and black lashes is intense, hot, and dark. His massive frame trapped her in the headboard of the bed, not letting her have a chance to escape from him.
'And you stole something from me a long time ago. My first kiss.' He said in the back of his mind, gaze locked on hers. 'Now, I'm taking it back what you've stolen.'
In just a blink of an eye, Mort was in between her thighs, pinning her against the bed and gripping her wrists above her head, clawing the sheet away, revealing her nakedness in his sight. He then kissed her wildly.
Sumire moan loudly between their locked lips when Mort suddenly stop and stared deeply into her eyes.
"Do you have plans for tomorrow?" Mort asked in a husky but serious tone. Limping under his touch, Sumire saw the glint of jealousy in his eyes and she wondered why.
"No, I don't-" slightly trembled, Sumire gulped when Mort gave her a dangerous lopsided grin. He then position himself between her thighs with her one leg on his shoulder and aimed his engorging weapon at her wet entrance.
"Good. Co'z I don't think you'll be able to walk after this."












