Black and Silver

by Gwendolyn Harper

“Words, darling.” He turned the dial up and she let out a completely undignified squeak. “Yes, fuck, yes,” she stammered, rolling her hips. Silas propped his elbows on the tops of his knees, remote in his left hand. “Lean back for me, witchling. Let me see that beautiful pussy split wide on what you think is the size of my cock.” Making a quiet little hiccupping sound, Ivy straightened, bringing her hands to her full, aching breasts and squeezing. His pleas...

“So needy, aren’t you?” He purred, watching as she rubbed her clit against the toy. The click of the dial was her only warning as the motor whirred under her and she cried out from the pleasurable shock. Digging her nails into the soft sides of her breasts, Ivy hissed as little sparks of pain mingled with the heat low in her belly, pushing her higher. But even with all the right elements, her release was just out of reach. She felt Silas’ energetic tethers hooking deeper into her, but he didn’t draw anything into himself yet.

“What is it, Ivy?” He asked, timbre rich and gentle. She shook her head, about to argue, but he shifted to the edge of his seat. “You’re so close, love. I can feel it. Why are you holding back?” Panting, she opened her mouth to give a banal response but those weren’t the words that tumbled out. “Please, please, touch me,” she blurted out, more strained than she intended. “I can’t stand it, I need your hands on me, please. I need your hands on my tits, gripping so tight I ache and scream.” The red in Silas’ eyes flared so bright a red glow spread across the floor.

“I need your fingers on my clit, rough and fast while I—” She moaned as the toy hit her G-spot just right and pleasure danced up her spine. “While I take whatever you give me. A toy, your cock—I don’t care.” “Fuck,” he snarled, fingers curling. Embarrassment tinged the maelstrom of sensation inside her and her face heated. Tucking her chin, she used her hair to hide. “I know, I’m sorry. ...

Ivy struggled to take a breath. “I… I need you…” To her surprise, Silas left his chair and knelt in front of her, ducking until he caught her eye. “I can’t touch you right now, Ivy,” he said, words dripping with longing. “We can’t renegotiate once a scene has started. That would be taking advantage of your heightened state.” Frustration pricked the corners of her eye...

Adjusting one of the dials, Silas watched and gauged her reaction, changing the rhythm of the toy inside her. Groaning deep in her throat, she rocked her pelvis against the outer silicone. “That’s it, darling,” he purred. “Stay with that pleasure, let it wash over you.” Ivy’s core clenched—the first sign that she was going to come soon. “When I’m inside you, I’ll be unrelenting,” he continued, heat radiating off him. “My fingers stroking you, working in and out until your slick coats my hand and your legs are shaking.”

The powerful vibrations had her quivering and Ivy moaned as the toy twisted and thrust inside her, hitting every single perfect spot. “I think I’d enjoy spending most of my time with my mouth on your delicious cunt.” He licked his lips as he stared down at where she was riding the Motorbunny. “Look at how wet you are, love. You’ll make a mess of me when I’m eating you out.” “Oh fuck,” she gasped, pitching forward as the first tremor of her release shook her. Silas nodded his encouragement. “Let yourself fall. Don’t fight it.”

Her scream echoed off the walls and the lights flickered around them. Growling like a lion, Silas twisted the dial, adding more fuel to her inferno. “Imagine my cock inside you, witchling,” he ordered, leaning closer. “The searing heat of it pounding into you over and over as you shout my name, moan it, whimper it, use it to beg for me to give you a reprieve.” Ivy’s lungs seized like every breath she took was made of fire. “I want your soaked cunt milking me,” he snarled as she cried out, another brutal wave of her climax tearing through her. “I’ll be imprinted in the deepest parts of you.” Her broken moan cracked across the space between them.

Silas bared his teeth, flashing his fangs in a possessive display that overwhelmed her nervous system with desire. “No one else will ever satisfy you, love.” He twisted the dial up higher, and she screamed. “No one will ever make you feel the way you feel with me. No one will ever take care of you like I do.” The pulsations changed and the motor rumbled, and Ivy bucked, her release tripling until she was certain her soul was about to be split from her body.

A deep pressure within her finally gave way, and she cried out again as a gush of fluid flowed out of her, drenching her inner thighs and the toy she still rode. Silas chuckled darkly, running his tongue over the tip of his fang. “And no one will ever turn your sweet pussy into a fucking geyser like I can....

“I… I think I’m…” She blinked, her eyes widening. “I’m still coming.” He grinned at her and it was pure sin. “I know, my little witchling,” he purred. “And I’m still feeding.” The air around her buzzed and her skin prickled like the atmosphere had become electric. Cursing loudly, she bent...

Every slow dip that made her think she was finally done only shot up high again, sending more sparks up her spine and liquid heat welling over, dripping down her thighs. With each inhale she was riding the endless ecstasy and with every exhale she was begging for it to finish. Was he doing this to her through his feeding connection? Was she doing this to herself? “S-Silas…” Her hips thrust against the toy of their own accord. “Si-las, plea-se, I… I c-can’t… I th-think I’m—” She was going to break clean in half like a fractur...

she faded back into her consciousness, layers and layers of fog lifting. And then her legs completely gave out. Turning the Motorbunny off, Silas reached behind him for a blanket. He brought it around just in time for her to slump to the side, nearly collapsing to the floor. He caught her by the shoulders, wrapping the microfiber around her tightly. “Shhh, it’s okay,” he soothed, careful not to let his lips graze her ear. “I’ve got you, little witch. You’re alright.”

Ivy shivered. “What happened?” “I think you got stuck in a loop.” “What?” She frowned. “It’s possible your magic locked into my energy,” he said, rubbing her back over the blanket. “And it started feeding back to you the pleasure I was feeling, which in turn made you climax more and around and around it went.” She took several deep, even breaths. “That’s never happened to me before,” she said. “You’ve never been with another magical being before,” he countered with a crooked grin. “Don’t worry, love, it isn’t dangerous. Just overwhelming.” A raspy laugh escaped her. “No kidding.”

“Did it… work for you?” He arched an eyebrow. “Work?” “Are you fed? Or did I accidentally take it all back?” He chuckled, tightening his hold on her. “It worked, trust me.” “Thank God.” Ivy winced. “Sorry, I’ve got to stop doing that.” Massaging her shoulder, but keeping the blanket in place, Silas watched her carefully. “You opened up more that time,” he said after a moment of quiet. “You used your voice and told me what you wanted. That’s a big step.” Wor...

He smiled down at her. “I think that’s even better. It was an instinct. You trusted me and didn’t over analyze.” “Kind of hard to do that when you’re teetering on the edge of a massive orgasm.” Silas laughed—a full bodied laugh that warmed her all over—and tightened his hold on her. “I suppose that’s...

As he tugged the corners of the blanket around her securely, he ran his hands over her arms, shoulders, back, and upper legs in long, calming strokes. Ivy wanted nothing more than to drop her head to his chest and close her eyes,...

“Do you know what other Infernals call Incubi?” He said finally, tone impossibly deep. Ivy shook her head. “Mindless leeches.” She went utterly still, waiting for him to continue. “They think we’re slaves to our base natures. That we can’t control ourselves when it comes to the method we use to feed.” A muscle feathered in his jaw. “To them, we’re scum.” Ivy jolted. “You’re not though.” Something unreadable flitted across his stare, and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards. “I’m glad you don’t see us that way.” “It’s not about how I see you,” she said. “It’s about how you are. And you’re not a mindless leech.” She hated even repeating the words. “I’ve seen monsters in this world, Silas,” she continued. “And you’re not one of them.”

His arms tightened around her. “That’s kind of you, Ivy.” She snorted. “Kind is helping someone change a flat tire. Telling someone the truth is just… honest.” Silas tilted his face towards her, breath ghosting over her cheek. “Then I appreciate your honesty, witchling.”

“So that’s why you won’t touch me,” she said. When he only arched a brow in question, she added, “Because you don’t want me to think of you as an out of control monster.” “I wanted to prove my worthiness to you first,” he said. “I can’t demand your trust. I have to earn it. I’ve earned it with all my previous partners, and you are no different—bargain or no...

“Is our session over?” She asked. “Technically?” Silas furrowed his brow. “I suppose it can be.” “Good,” she said before reaching for him, cupping his jaw and pulling him down for a soft kiss. She didn’t miss how he shuddered as she probed the seam of his lips with her tongue, seeking entry that he yielded almost instantly. “Thank you,” she whispered against him. “For the kiss?” “For treating me like…” She tilted her head. “Well, li...

“I think that’s going to become a new favorite,” she said, gesturing to the Motorbunny and grinning. Silas purred like a house cat at her back. “Good. It was unbelievably sexy watching you ride it.” “Careful, or I’ll be right back in here tomorrow night climbing on it like a horny cowgirl,” she laughed. Leaning over to grab a bottle of water from his mini fridge, he said, “You say that as if I’ll stop you.” Handing her the water, he said, “Well, I suppose I’d have to veto tomorrow, but any other day is fine.”

“I have a meeting to attend with all the Infernal leaders in Dublin,” he said. “It’s nothing more than posturing and inane jabs back and forth but—” “Can I come?” He blinked at her. “You… want to be there?” “You just told me the rest of those fuckers think you’re a parasite on two legs,” Ivy said between sips of water. “I’d like to look them in the eye and tell them just what I think of them.” “Ivy—” “I’m joking. Mostly.” She took another gulp.