Chapter 94: Enchanted pleasure device

Stefan's POV

The Pleasure Device didn't feel like ordinary heat.

It felt like someone had switched a powerful vibrator on inside my skeleton and left it there.

A deep, buzzing current ripped through me the second the liquid hit my stomach. My cock went from semi-hard to painfully, almost agonizingly hard so fast it made me suck air through my teeth. Every heartbeat throbbed in it. Every pulse of blood felt magnified, like the skin itself had become too sensitive for regular air. I looked down and saw I was already dripping - thick, clear precum running in a steady string from the flushed head and onto the furs.

Jonquil was in the exact same state.

Her thighs clamped together hard and she let out a broken, open moan I'd never heard from her before. The sound was raw. Needy. Completely unrestrained. Her whole body trembled with fine, continuous vibrations. Her nipples had gone tight and dark. When she rubbed her thighs together the wet sound that came from between them was filthy enough to make my mouth water.

"Fuck," I breathed, half laughing from pure disbelief. "This thing is insane."

I didn't waste another second.

I grabbed her by the waist, shoved her back against the nearest wall, and hooked one of her legs over my arm, opening her wide. My cock slapped against her soaked cunt once, twice, smearing precum all over her. Then I thrust in hard. One long, brutal stroke that buried me to the hilt.

The second I bottomed out the vibration doubled.

It felt like her cunt itself was buzzing around me - tight, scorching, and so wet it was almost dripping down my balls already. Jonquil cried out, loud and shameless, head tipping back against the wall. I felt her cream on my cock almost immediately, a hot rush of slickness that made the next thrust sound filthy.

I didn't slow down.

I fucked her against the wall like I was trying to leave the shape of my cock inside her permanently. One hand mauling her heavy breast, squeezing and pinching the nipple while the vibration turned every nerve ending into pure pleasure. Jonquil was moaning constantly now, broken, open sounds spilling out of her with every impact of my hips. The usual controlled warrior was gone. In her place was a woman who couldn't stop making noise.

She came apart within a minute.

Her cunt clamped down hard, fluttering and spasming around me, more wetness flooding out of her. But the Device didn't let her go soft afterward. It kept her wound tight and oversensitive and desperate. I could feel her still clenching, still twitching, still needing more even while she was coming down from the first orgasm.

I pulled out, spun her around, and bent her forward so her hands slapped against the wall for balance. Then I slammed back into her from behind in one rough stroke.

The new angle dragged a louder cry out of her throat. I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and started railing her properly, watching her ass bounce with every thrust, watching the way her soaked cunt kept dripping and gripping me. The vibration made it feel like I could fuck her for a whole day without getting tired. Every nerve was lit up. Every stroke felt denser, sweeter, almost syrupy with how good it was.

"Listen to you," I growled against her ear, not slowing down. "Usually you're so quiet. Now you can't stop moaning. Feels that good?"

Jonquil tried to answer and only managed another broken sound. Her fingers scratched at the wall. She came a second time with a choked scream, legs shaking so hard she almost collapsed. I had to lock my arm around her waist and hold her up while I kept thrusting through the orgasm, chasing my own.

The way her cunt milked me during that climax was filthy. I lasted maybe ten more strokes before my own release tore up my spine. I buried myself as deep as I could and came hard, pulsing thick ropes of cum into her while the vibration made the pleasure stretch out longer than it had any right to.

My cock didn't soften.

Not even a little.

I was still rock hard and aching inside her, still dripping, still desperate for more. The Device clearly had no interest in letting either of us recover.

I pulled out, breathing heavily, and manhandled her toward the bed of furs. Jonquil's legs were unsteady. Her thighs were shiny with cum and her own slick. When I pushed her down onto the furs she went willingly, eyes dark and dazed and hungry.

"On top," I ordered, my voice rough. "Reverse. I want to watch you work for it."

She climbed on with shaky limbs, turned her back to me, and reached down to line me up. Then she sank down in one slow, wet slide that made both of us groan. The heat of her swallowed me completely. She was so slick with our combined mess that the sound was obscene. I grabbed her waist and started thrusting up into her hard while she bounced, the vibration making her thighs tremble violently every time she came down.

Cream ran down my cock and onto my stomach in thick streaks. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the cottage. Jonquil was moaning again, louder than before, one hand braced on my thigh for balance while she rode me. I watched the way her ass moved, the way her cunt stretched around me, the way fresh wetness kept dripping out of her every time I bottomed out.

She came a third time with a raw cry, grinding down hard and shaking through it. I didn't stop thrusting up into her. I fucked her straight through the orgasm until she was whimpering and twitching and soaking me even more.

I still wasn't finished. The Device had made sure of that.

I dragged her off my cock, flipped onto my back, and pulled her up my body until she was straddling my face. The scent of sex and the Device's strange sweetness hit me at once - thick and musky and addictive. I yanked her cunt down onto my mouth and licked into her like a man starved, tasting my own cum mixed with hers. Jonquil moaned, loud and broken, and immediately dropped forward to take my still-hard, glistening cock into her mouth.

We locked into a filthy sixty-nine while the vibration kept rolling through both of us without mercy.

I ate her messily, my tongue fucking deep, sucking on her swollen clit, spreading her open with my hands so I could get more of her. Jonquil bobbed and moaned around my cock with zero restraint, spit running down the shaft, her earlier composure completely destroyed. Every time she started to come she tried to pull her mouth off to breathe and I just dragged her hips back down and kept licking until she was crying out around my cock and dripping onto my face.

It was hot.

It was dirty.

It was overwhelming in the best possible way.

The Pleasure Device turned every sensation up past the point of sanity. Every lick, every suck, every clench of her cunt around my tongue felt denser and sweeter than it should have. I could feel another orgasm building in her, and another one building at the base of my own spine, and I had zero intention of stopping until both of us were completely wrecked.

I sucked hard on her clit and thrust my tongue as deep as I could, and Jonquil came again with a muffled scream around my cock, thighs clamping around my head, fresh wetness coating my chin and mouth. I groaned into her and kept going, already chasing the next one, while she trembled and moaned and tried to keep sucking me even through the aftershocks.

The cottage filled with the wet, filthy sounds of us devouring each other.

Either of us was going to sleep anytime soon.