Chapter 93: Night Again With Ulriya

Alaric let the last of the whiskey slide down his throat, the burn a familiar comfort. He placed the empty glass on the table, the clink echoing in the quiet room. His gaze was fixed on Ulyria, lying in his bed, the thin blanket doing little to conceal the enticing curves of her body. A slow smirk spread across his face. He’d been looking forward to this.

He kicked off his boots, the dull thuds punctuating the silence. He moved towards the bed, his steps deliberate, each one a promise. Ulyria’s eyes snapped open as he approached, a flicker of apprehension in their depths. She shifted slightly, as if considering escape, but the small room offered no sanctuary. She was his now, a fact he intended to make abundantly clear.

He settled onto the bed, the old mattress groaning under his weight. Ulyria gasped softly, her body tensing beside him. He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest, and reached out, cupping her cheek in his hand. His thumb gently stroked her soft skin. “Relax, sweet cheeks,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “I’m not going to hurt you. Much.”

The fear in Ulyria’s eyes was palpable, mixed with a deep uncertainty. “But… what are you going to do?” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

Alaric’s smirk widened, his eyes tracing the contours of her body beneath the blanket. “Whatever I want, sweet cheeks,” he repeated, his voice laced with a playful menace. “Whatever I want.”

He began his exploration slowly, his hands moving with a languid grace over her skin. He traced the delicate line of her jaw, the curve of her shoulder, the soft swell of her hip. He felt her shiver beneath his touch, a delicate tremor that ran through her body. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “You’re so soft,” he whispered, his voice a husky murmur. “So warm. So inviting.”

Ulyria’s breath hitched, her body tensing further. “I… I don’t know about this, sir,” she stammered, her voice laced with genuine hesitation. “I don’t think we should…”

Alaric silenced her with a playful nip to her earlobe, making her gasp in surprise. “Shh, sweet cheeks,” he whispered against her skin, his voice a soft command. “Just relax. Just feel.”

His hands became bolder, tracing the curve of her waist, the gentle slope of her stomach, the full curve of her breast. He could feel the rapid beat of her heart beneath his fingertips, the shallow rise and fall of her chest. Ulyria’s breath quickened, her body arching slightly into his touch, a silent invitation.

He leaned down, capturing her nipple between his lips, his teeth grazing gently over the sensitive flesh. Ulyria gasped, her back arching off the bed, her hands instinctively reaching up to grip his hair. A small moan escaped her lips, a sound that sent a jolt of heat through Alaric.

He moved to her other breast, giving it the same tender attention. He could feel the frantic pulse of her heart, the raggedness of her breath. He knew she was close to the edge, teetering on the precipice of pleasure. But he held back, savoring the moment, prolonging the anticipation.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he looked down at her flushed face. Her lips were parted, her eyes half-closed, a mixture of confusion and dawning desire swirling within them. “You like that, sweet cheeks?” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl. “You like having my mouth on you, my hands on you?”

Ulyria’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his. “I… I don’t know,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t be feeling this way. I’m a mother, I’m a…”

Alaric cut her off with a sharp smack to her backside, making her yelp in surprise. “You’re a slut, sweet cheeks,” he growled, his voice laced with a playful contempt. “A beautiful, desirable slut who loves having her body touched, her nipples sucked. Isn’t that right?”

Ulyria’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. “No, I… I can’t…” she started to protest, but Alaric silenced her with another, harder smack to her bottom.

“Yes, you can, sweet cheeks,” he insisted, his voice firm and commanding. “And you will. Now, be a good little slut and turn over. Let me see that sexy ass of yours.”

Ulyria hesitated, her body trembling, her eyes filled with a conflict of emotions. Fear, shame, and a burgeoning sense of arousal warred within her. But the force of Alaric’s personality, the raw power that radiated from him, was overwhelming. Slowly, reluctantly, she turned onto her stomach, her body shivering as she exposed herself to him.

Alaric’s breath caught in his throat. The sight of her curvaceous backside, the smooth expanse of her skin, was intoxicating. He reached out, tracing the curve of her spine with his fingertip, sending shivers down her back. He leaned down, his breath warm against her skin. “You’re so sexy,” he murmured, his voice a low purr. “So fucking sexy. I could just eat you up.”

He pressed a kiss to the small of her back, his tongue tracing a slow, tantalizing line. Ulyria gasped, her body arching slightly, her hands gripping the sheets. He moved lower, pressing kisses to the curve of her buttocks, his hands kneading the soft flesh.

“Tell me you like it, sweet cheeks,” he whispered against her skin. “Tell me you want me.”

Ulyria bit her lip, her body trembling. “I… I don’t know what to say,” she whispered, her voice filled with confusion.

Alaric chuckled, his fingers tracing circles on her skin. “Just tell me the truth,” he murmured. “Tell me what your body is telling me.”

He continued his exploration, his hands and mouth moving with a practiced ease. He teased and tormented her senses, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. He could feel her resistance crumbling, her body responding to his touch despite her attempts to fight it. Small moans escaped her lips, and her body began to tremble with a mixture of fear and growing pleasure.

“That’s it, sweet cheeks,” he murmured, his voice low and encouraging. “Let it go. Let yourself feel.”

He continued his sensual assault, his fingers dipping lower, exploring the sensitive skin between her legs. Ulyria gasped, her body jerking at his touch. “No… please…” she whispered, her voice filled with a desperate plea.

Alaric paused, his eyes meeting hers in the reflection of the small mirror on the wall. He saw the conflict in her eyes, the struggle between her desire and her shame. A cruel smile played on his lips.

“You don’t want me to stop,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive. “You want this. You crave this.”

He took his time, exploring every inch of her. He squeezed her buttocks, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, leaving red marks in their wake. He spread her cheeks, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of her most intimate place. He couldn’t wait to make her scream, to make her come, to make her his.

He started slow, his fingers tracing gentle patterns over her sensitive flesh, feeling her shiver beneath his touch. He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. “You’re soaked, sweet cheeks,” he murmured, his voice a low, husky growl. “Absolutely dripping. You’re loving this, aren’t you? You’re loving having my hands on you, my mouth on you.”

Ulyria moaned softly, her body arching slightly against the mattress, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. A complex mix of emotions played across her face: fear, shame, and a burgeoning desire she couldn’t quite suppress. “Yes,” she gasped, the word a breathy mix of surrender and dawning pleasure. “Yes, sir. I… I think I do.”

Alaric’s smile widened, a predatory curve to his lips. His fingers moved with increasing urgency, his touch growing more insistent, more demanding. He felt her body responding in kind, the way her muscles tensed and released, the way her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her moans growing louder with each touch. He knew she was close, teetering on the precipice of climax. This time, he wouldn’t hold back. He was going to push her over the edge, send her tumbling into the abyss of pure sensation.

He leaned down, his mouth finding hers in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue thrust into her mouth, mimicking the rhythmic movements he was making with his fingers. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts, tracing the curve of her waist, delving between her legs, teasing her with the promise of more. He felt her body tensing, her breath quickening, her moans escalating into cries of raw, unadulterated pleasure. And then, with a final, shuddering cry, she came, her body convulsing beneath him, her screams echoing through the room.

When the tremors subsided, Alaric pulled back slightly, his eyes burning with a triumphant gleam as he looked down at her flushed face. Her eyes were glazed, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. “Good girl, sweet cheeks,” he murmured, his voice a low growl of approval. “Good little slut. Now, let’s see if we can do that again, shall we?”

The night dissolved into a haze of intense sensation. Alaric took his time, meticulously exploring every inch of Ulyria’s body. It was a slow, deliberate exploration, a journey into the depths of her sensuality. He used his hands, his mouth, his teeth, his tongue – every touch designed to elicit a reaction, to push her to the brink and beyond, to make her his completely.

He brought her to climax in a multitude of ways, each one more intense than the last. With his fingers deep inside her, his thumb circling her clitoris, his mouth sucking on her nipples, teasing them until they were hard and incredibly sensitive. He brought her to the edge with his tongue buried between her legs, his fingers kneading her buttocks, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin, leaving small, love bites that would serve as a reminder of their encounter. He made her come with his hands cupping her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples, his mouth tracing a path of kisses down her neck, leaving a trail of warmth and desire in its wake.

With each orgasm, he whispered words in her ear, his voice a complex blend of contempt and raw, undeniable desire. “You’re such a slut, sweet cheeks,” he’d growl, his voice low and rumbling. “Such a dirty, filthy slut. Look at you, coming apart at the seams, screaming like a banshee. You’re a disgrace, you know that? A disgrace to motherhood. You’re nothing but a dirty little slut who loves having her body touched, her pussy fucked, her ass spanked.”

And each time, Ulyria’s response was the same: a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure that washed over her, her body convulsing beneath him, her screams echoing in the room. She was lost in the moment, completely consumed by the sensations he evoked. She couldn’t fight it, couldn’t resist the way her body responded to his touch, his words, his every command. She was his, completely and utterly, her body his to command, his to control, his to pleasure.

As the hours passed, Alaric lost count of the orgasms he brought her to. Five, six, seven… the numbers blurred together, becoming meaningless. The only thing that mattered was the raw, unrestrained pleasure he elicited from her, the way her body writhed beneath his touch, the way her screams mingled with his own heavy breathing. He was pushing her limits, exploring the depths of her sensuality, and she was meeting him every step of the way, her initial apprehension replaced by a raw, uninhibited desire.

He pulled her legs up, spreading them wide, his eyes fixed on her exposed core. He ran his fingers through her wetness, teasing her clitoris with a slow, deliberate touch, making her moan and writhe beneath him. He leaned down, his tongue tracing a slow, tantalizing path from her clitoris to her entrance, then back again, teasing her with the promise of penetration, drawing out the anticipation until it was almost unbearable.

Finally, as the first light of dawn began to filter through the window, Alaric pulled back, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He looked down at Ulyria, her body limp and exhausted, her eyes glazed with pleasure and fatigue. He smiled, his heart swelling with satisfaction and pride.

“You did good, sweet cheeks,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “Real good. Now, get some sleep. You’re going to need it.”

And with that, he pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her naked body, his own body pressed tightly against hers. He could feel her heart beating, her breath coming slow and steady, her body warm and soft and inviting.

As he drifted off to sleep, Alaric knew that this was just the beginning. The beginning of a long, slow, sensual exploration of Ulyria’s body, of her every desire, her every need, her every secret pleasure. And he couldn’t wait to see where it would lead, couldn’t wait to see what the future held.

For now, though, he was content to simply hold her close, to feel her body pressed against his, to know that she was his, completely and utterly, his to command, his to control, his to pleasure. And as he drifted off to sleep, a smile playing on his lips, he knew that the night ahead held endless possibilities, endless pleasures, endless delights. And he couldn’t wait to explore them all.