Part 14 . . . Reality in the Twilight Zone
In the dark it seemd that new light was being shed on their relationship, the bonds that had come to exist between them, and bind them together in myriad ways.
Neshe's mouth had devoured hers. Snama's had melted in his. While in the darkness, time seemed to stand still, their yearning and lust for each other scaled new heights.
Without ever breaking contact with each other, without ever saying a word, they had melded, denuded, primeval man and woman.
Just a hint of pressure on her shoulders and Snama had slid to her knees, her face warm in the bared trough of his groin as her mouth sought him out to suck.
Just a light tap on the crown of her head and Snama had risen to stand facing him, the whites of his eyes a beacon to her. Neshe's hands had possessed her buttocks and he had found her ready and welcoming, impaling her with his manroot in one swift measured thrust.
Just a tiny little sliding of his hands from her buttocks to the downslope of her haunches and Snama's legs had encircled his waist, her arms going around his hard shoulders, her breasts crushed to his chest.
She could feel him throbbing inside the sheath of her yoni, she could feel herself clasp and clench tightly on him as his hands rocked her on his hardness, his lingam knifing up into her and away again and again.
In that cocoon of darknes, the room, the hotel, the world, time did not figure. What asserted itself was raw need, a desire to consume, to annihilate and be annihilated.
Neshe hands became sharp claws on Snama's haunches. His fingers dug into her soft flesh as he thrust hard, exploding in swift short spurts, his phallus berserk in her kuss.
Snama felt him flow into her, felt the frenzied throb of his lingam vibrate through her entire being, felt its steely strength despite his eruption.
She felt him lift her from his erection, his arms steadying her, holding her in a vicious grip, turning her around till her back touched his chest, bending her down, felt him enter her once again, from behind, her own hands supporting her by clasping her knees, as he again thrust into her repeatedly, brutally.
Her buttocks sizzled as Neshe's thighs and groin smashed into her again and again with a force she had never encountered before. His hands clasping her waist, she felt him thicken even more inside her as he thrust and thrust, till once again she felt the storm in him build to breaking point.
She felt his still engorged penis leave her yoni, but he did not leave her. His hands crushed her down, till she was squatting on the carpet, when with one deft movement he had her lying on her back, his body covering hers, his thighs prising her's apart, his phallus once again seeking out her kuss to fill it. His hands possessed both her breasts now, pulling them painfully as he withdrew right to the tip of his cock and smashed into her again and again, silently, viciously.
With supreme selfishness he ravished her, again and again and yet again, and the awareness of the ecstasy he derived from it, transformed Snama's entire being into one warm, welcoming, hungry cunt. For Him. His.
And with this new awareness of being His, exhausted by his continuous assault on her raw and mangled nerves, somewhere in between orgasm and death, she fainted.
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