His tongue laves over each of my hardened nipples, biting down gently on each of the barbells, and I can’t suppress my whimper.

This is going to happen. I can’t stop it.

“Please,” I beg, meaning to beg for mercy. For this to end. For him to get up and walk away.

But he’s drowning in my spell just as much as I am. And what he hears instead is me begging for release. Little does he know that our release is his end.

Hooking one arm beneath my leg, he thrusts up at a new angle that has the little hairs all over my body standing on end. Electricity crackles through the air, the fluorescent lights blinking, as his perfect cock hits that perfect spot inside me.

He brings the end upon himself.

The hand that doesn’t have a death grip on my ass falls between us, and he rubs my clit roughly just as he bites down on the swell of my breast—hard. Pain slices through me as his teeth penetrate my skin. Blood gushes from the wound and drips down, soaking the front of my dress that is bunched up around my waist.

Fuck.

Everything shatters around me. My fever breaks instantaneously and my body locks up. The inner walls of my pussy clench down so hard he nearly chokes before following me over the edge. As if he ever had a choice otherwise.

My body is made for this. To take his lust, take his release and turn it into power. Even if I don’t want to, my body takes and takes until there’s nothing left. My curse. I can’t control it. As my pussy pulses, drawing out every last drop of cum from his body, I sob through the ecstasy of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” My cries are muffled into his neck as my body saps the life-force from his.

Shaking, involuntarily relishing the rush of ecstasy pulsing through my body as his life-force thrums through my veins, I try to prepare myself so I don't fall when he does.

Except he doesn’t fall. He doesn’t collapse into a pile of ash.

He holds me against the wall for another moment, kissing me deeply before pulling out of me and setting me on my feet.

Breathlessly, he braces himself on the wall over my head, not bothering to pull his pants up yet. “Fucking shit, that was intense. Are you okay? I didn’t mean to be so rough.”

His forehead crinkles as he looks down at me in confusion, his strange green eyes narrowing as he wipes the tears and smeared mascara from under my eyes. His eyes are glazed over and dazed, watching me like he’s trying to unravel a puzzle. “What are you, exactly?”