Unnatural Instinct: Wish

He carries you over to the bed with his seemingly limitless strength and lowers you onto it. His indefatigable erection stands engorged and hard and blushing red. You open your thighs, letting him see you. Letting him see all of you.

‘On your belly,’ he growls.

You do so.

Climbing into bed with you, he straddles your hips, his pelvis sitting against your buttocks, his hot hard rod of an erection stretched out upon your lower back.

He smoothes his hands over your shoulders, then leans in to kiss the back of your neck. Then he kisses you down the length of your spine, leaving a warm trail of wetness behind that makes you shiver.

You soon forget your raging hunger, along with the mysterious person calling your name, as he pulls your hips up and spreads your cheeks.

You claw your fingers into the mattress. ‘I-I haven’t done it this way before.’

‘You’ll like it.’

As he presses the hard tip of his shaft against your soft, wet labia, you instinctively lower your chest to the bed, opening yourself up further to him, bracing yourself. He’s big. And you want to be prepared.

He enters you slowly.

‘Oh!’ you gasp as he slides in deep, deeper than he’s ever gone before. Than anyone as ever gone before.

He smoothes his hands around your cheeks. ‘Feel good?’

‘Y-yes.’ You groan. ‘Deeper.’

He hits bottom and you let out a gasp. He grabs your hips as he slowly pulls out, dragging his erection along the length of your channel, sending it prickling, then burning, then aching. He pulls right out so that the tip is sitting against your lips. Then he plunges in again, faster this time.

You rock your body with him, moving with his plunges, his hips bucking against your backside. He thrusts in again, then holds, his swollen tip pressed hard against your cervix. And that’s when you hear it, during the quiet of your gasping breaths—your name.

You jerk your head up. ‘There it is again!’

You try to pull away as you look around the room but his hands clamp down hard on your hips. ‘You’re imagining things.’

‘But someone said my name!’

‘No one’s here.’ His voice is chilly.

He pulls back his hips and plunges back into you. You arch your neck with a yelp of surprise. A second voice adds itself to the first, and this time you have no doubt; you hear it as clear as a bell. And it’s so familiar it makes your heart skip a beat. It’s a sweet voice. A young voice. You know it. You know it.

It’s someone important but you can’t quite remember …

‘Stop,’ you gasp. ‘Can’t you hear it?’

‘Hear what?’

‘That voice! It sounds like … it sounds like a girl’s.’

‘There is no voice.’

The rage in his voice is so unexpected that you clamp your lips shut in fear. He’s becoming a little too rough now. Why doesn’t he believe you? Why doesn’t he hear it? Or perhaps he does? Something’s not right about this place. Something’s not right with him.

Something’s not right with you.

He’s grunting in your ear as his pelvis smacks against you. His balls bump against your buttocks. All you want is for it to be over. All you want is to hear that voice again. If you hear it, maybe you can find it. More—maybe even figure out what it means.

With a groan, he shudders. His grip tightens around your hips as he ejaculates into you. You feel the warm gush of his semen filling you up, overfilling you. You can feel it trickling down the backs of your thighs. Moaning, he kisses you down the back, then reaches around to grab your breasts.

‘You didn’t come,’ he says.

‘Oh … I-I don’t need to come.’ You strain your ears, listening, but all you can hear is his panting breaths.

‘No. I’ll make you come.’

‘No. Really. I don’t need to.’

He pulls out of you with a wet suck. Taking hold of your hips again, he flips you over onto your back. You stare up at him in surprise. He seems different. A little less beautiful, his expression twisted, his lips pressed too tightly together.

Grabbing your knees, he spreads them wide.

‘Really, I don’t …’

But he dives between your legs. You suck in a startled breath. His smooth, warm tongue is slick against your slit. The pleasure is immediate and you can’t help but moan. He sucks at your lips. He nibbles at your clitoris. He jabs his tongue inside you. Until you’re prickling all over. Until you’re blind and deaf to all else.

You buck your hips with a cry as your body throbs hard. Seizing onto your thighs, he licks you again and again, helping you ride the waves of pleasure flowing through you. As you sigh and relax, he flops into bed beside you, his hand on your hip, his head on the pillow beside yours. He kisses you on the cheek, then on the lips.

You stare into his eyes, finding it hard to think, finding it hard to remember how you got into bed in the first place. Weren’t you eating breakfast? Breakfast. You rest your hand on your abdomen. Somehow, you’re not so hungry anymore. Actually, you’re not hungry at all. Even the dryness has gone from your throat.

‘You seem better,’ he says.

‘I feel better.’

He smiles. ‘Good.’ He brushes your hair from your face, then leans in for another kiss. You jerk back. The voice! It’s back again. Only, it’s a woman’s this time. She seems so close it’s like she’s whispering in your ear. Like she’s there in bed alongside you. ‘Everything is going to be all right,’ she says.

You stiffen, then relax, unwilling to alert the Dark Prince that you’re still hearing things. Why can’t the voices just go away? Why can’t they just leave you in peace?

‘It’s too quiet in here,’ you say.

‘Would you like some music?’

‘Please.’

The room fills with the sound of violins.