The Claiming of Lilith, pt 1

After the Pirate Party, my conversations with Rhavin escalated.  It was an every morning, most of the day, and every night thing.  I told him I was like a junkie for him, and he laughed at my comparison, but the craving for what he offered was unrelenting.

One night, not too long after the party, we were talking and he invited me to come and see him.  I took him up on it though it was questionable if I was spotting or not.  Unusually rough or deep penetrative sex has the ability to get me spotting for a few days, and I had been after the party.  Testament enough to what he is working with for a package, no?

I got there, and we were supposed to watch a movie, or tv, or chat, or something mundane.  I absolutely couldn't do it.  His smell alone drove me insane, and his touch roaming my body.....his mouth claiming mine while his fingers twisted in my hair and held me still for his oral exploration.
I. Wanted. Him.

He did something new that night.  He got behind me and spanked me.  I have never felt a touch like his before.  Forceful, enough to make me whimper and gasp, enough to leave a handprint......I think at some point in the future that I might be able to cum just by being spanked by him, and I let him know it.  The idea of trying excited him.  His hand connecting and impacting my flesh made my pussy wet, made everything flutter and contract.  I needed and wanted him inside me, and I begged him not to care that I was spotting.  He did not.  Though some may find it gross, I find it highly erotic that a man can want a woman so much, that there is no circumstance that will stop him from penetrating her core.

It turned out that my body had decided that it was done spotting when it smelled his hormone again.  He became Dom that night though, commanded me onto the floor to be on hands and knees.  He placed his hand on the back of my neck and pushed my head down to the floor.  He fucked me long, hard, and deep then, and almost done, he pulled out and pushed his wet cock into my mouth and commanded me to clean him.  Of course I would clean his cock after he fucks me, it is my pleasure to lick every part of his body, and especially so when it is coated with my cream.  Our taste together is the finest aphrodisiac.

He withheld his orgasm from me that night, and it was devastating in it's effect.  Never, in my entire life, have I left a man unsatisfied.  I begged him to let me try again, but he was firm in not wanting to cum.  He wanted to keep it from me and leave me wanting.  We had a future date of the following Friday, over a week away, and he said he wanted to wait for that day. I went home, a bit sad, but chatted with him every day waiting for Friday.  I became a ravening beast, mindful of only one thing.....that he would claim me on Friday.  It pulsed in my core like a heartbeat, and no amount of masturbating would quench the need, it would only escalate it to the next level of craving.

Friday finally arrived, and I went to him again.  I was so nervous, and so ready, and so intensely wanting him in every way imaginable.  He spread down a liner for me to kneel on, fed me his cock to suck, and hissed out his pleasure when it went down my throat.  He set his hands on my face and throat so that he could feel the deepness of the penetration in my throat, and groaned when I gagged on the head of him.  All those muscles contracting at once around him made him wild, made him want to fuck my mouth.  He held me still for him, and fucked my mouth deeply, making me gag repeatedly.  It wasn't enough though, wasn't what he wanted.  So he took ahold of my shoulder and told me to turn around and kneel over on my pad.

Ass up in the air, head laying on the floor, I gave him my ultimate submission.  He wanted me to keep still, to not move, to not shove my ass back on his huge cock and fuck him at my own pace.  He held my hips hard, digging his fingers into my waist, and fucked me slowly, maddeningly.  One errant shove from me, however, and he was buried and slamming into my cervix.  It earned me a spank, but he lost his mind and fucked me full throttle until he exploded inside me.  Both of us winded, we collapsed for a minute, and I heard him say "Wow, I guess I needed that more than I knew".  Me too baby, me too.

He grabbed my ponytail, and yanked my head up and back, looking for my mouth to kiss.  He is fascinated with my long hair, enjoys fisting his hands into it and using it as a lever to hold me still for him.  I enjoy it immensely when he plays with my hair...his tugging and pulling a direct highway to my sexual energy.  I love kissing him.  His mouth is made for hours of kissing and licking. Of biting his lower lip in my teeth and sucking the small pain away.  Of sucking his tongue into my mouth the way I love to suck his cock.  Of raining kisses on the corners of his mouth, and then licking my way to his neck where he lets me fasten my teeth around the meat of him, right over his jugular.  He is a wet dream for me; he is beautiful, and alluring, so sexual and commanding.

We took a break, snuggled on the futon, watched some anime together. Earlier he'd asked me about the floggers, and suggested that he wanted to learn them.  So I'd brought them, and he was ready for the first part of the lesson:  feeling them on his own skin.  I started with my smallest flogger, showed him techniques, outlined good and bad zones to aim for.  I showed him how to keep the most control over the weapon, and we moved on to something larger.  We went through each flogger, him stoic and unflinching...me apologetic and clinical.  He suffered each blow without reserve, and when I was done, held out his hand and waited for me to place the flogger in his possession.

My turn.

He was tentative at first, and I was a bit apprehensive about how it was all going to turn out.  But he warmed up my back with my smallest flogger, quickly tiring of it's limitations, and moving on the the long leather flogger.  He likes this one, likes the length, the heft, and the grip.  He continued to warm me up, and then had me attempt, in my shortness, to hold on to his lintel.  Though I wasn't able to grab it firm, I kept my arms raised, understanding that he needed my quiescence.  He began in earnest then, the blows landing on my back and ass, and I understood in that moment that he was born to be Dom.  The flogger was a natural extension of his arm, and my little crazy laugh emerged, Lilith entirely took over my person and she was THRILLED!  She laughed, she taunted ("you hit like a girl"), she goaded, ("is that all you got, bitch?"), and she was satisfied for the first time in a very very long time.  She laughed triumphantly as the lash bit into my flesh, left his mark for all the world to see.  He came up behind me then and connected his hand with my ass making me scream for him.  It burned, and I knew an imprint of his hand would be with me for the week.  He let me down, and I fell to my knees then, drunk on pleasure, and incapable of standing anymore.  He fucked me hard and long, making me squirt on his hard wood floor.  I knew then, and I'm sure he knew as well.....he was meant to be my Dom.

Rhavin

A young man started chatting with me a few weeks ago.  Referred to me by my girlfriend, he was interested in erotic photography, and was hoping I may be able to find him a venue to practice his craft.  He shared a link with me of some of his art work, and I found out he was good....he had a great eye for light, for composition, could "feel" the rightness of what he was looking at through the viewfinder.  It's a sign of raw talent when someone can do that without any training.  I offered to accompany him on a photo shoot sometime.  I love photography, and haven't been able to indulge in a long time.  And he seemed very nice.

We continued to chat via Yahoo Messenger, mostly daily.  I was up nights, watching Netflix, and unable to sleep, and he was up, not sleeping and watching Netflix.  We seemed two peas in a pod.  He was well mannered, well spoken, cute as a button, and very engaging.  I enjoyed my chats with him, looking forward to him popping up on my screen.  He kept me company at night, and I could talk with him about everything.  We didn't honestly talk about sex too much in those early chats, just about everything else.  He knew who and what I was, and accepted it without question.  I even chatted to him about my date with Atlas.

My party for Pirate Fetish Night happened and he attended.  I was upset because, like clockwork, Satan had an excuse for why he couldn't make it that night.  Poison Ivy...on his shaft.  Really?  I instant messaged Rhavin making sure he was still coming, hoping that at least I'd have someone to talk to.  He did come, and I gave him a huge hug.  We went out to the backyard, and sat and chatted in the pavilion tent.  He was obviously nervous, but we had that prior connection, and we laughed, and joked, and talked about everything and nothing.  Rhavin was going through some things in his personal life, and it seemed like every time he and I got into a good conversation about it, something in my hostess duties would take me away from him.  I felt really bad, but unfortunately, as the hostess, duty called.

One of my regular guests made a request for me to go flog her.  I was already feeling antsy that night, beast barely in check, and my anger at Satan making her wake up, shake her mane, and get ready to do some damage.  Flogging someone wasn't what I should have been doing, not at all.  But the lure of having it in my hand, and feeling it descend on flesh called to her, and I couldn't resist.  Rhavin followed me, and stood back in a corner to watch.

I started slowly, warming up my victims flesh with my smallest leather flogger.  Around and around, lightly scoring, just enough to turn it pink, and land a couple of heavier descents, nothing too serious as the flogger was just too small to inflict any real pain.  My breasts moved with my arms, and still Rhavin watched me.  I switched to my longer leather flogger.  It's beautiful, hand made for me by Passionate One.  More warming up, and a series of light hits, culminating in some much heavier landings.  It was time to switch to the Duct Tape flogger.

I made this one myself.  It is pink, blacklight reactive duct tape.  The handle is the trunk of a very small tree cut down in my yard.  It snaps, it stings, it makes lots of noise, and it delivers.  I love this one, and so does my beast.  After 5 minutes, I could feel myself choking on her, and I stopped to breathe.  Rhavin asked me if I was ok, and I let him know I was simply trying to make her settle.  More work with the flogger, and my eyes started to anticipate seeing red.  Beautiful red welts, red cuts, and red blood dripping down my willing victim.  None of this occurred, mind you, but my beast, the bitch, wanted it so bad I could taste it.  Rhavin had seen the change come over me, and I was sure I'd scared him.  He had left us there, and with him leaving I realized I was perched on a precipice.  If I continued, I was going to seriously and intentionally hurt the person laying so submissive beneath my lash.  Hurt her irrevocably.  So I sat down defeated, and told her I had to stop.

I spent the rest of the party out by the fire pit, listening to people chatting, and having Rhavin by my side.  We chatted again, not about much, since so many others were also relaxing by the fire.  People started to leave for the night, and when the last person left, but Rhavin was still there....I asked him if he wanted to have that chat finally.  He said yes, and I asked him to help me bring my sleeping things to the tent I'd be using that night, and come in and warm up under the blanket.  I was cold, and so was he.  I had no ulterior motive.....honest.  :)

I was attracted to him, I enjoyed his hesitant but honest communication. The other ladies had dismissed him as a submissive man, too non aggressive, too quiet and shy.  We snuggled under the blankets, and after simply laying under the blankets side by side and chatting, he pulled me over to him and he held me.  He's large....over 6 feet tall, and he made me feel.....safe.  He made me feel smallish, and surrounded.  He was wonderful, until he decided to go with the tickling.

Tickling is my downfall.  My mother used to often say that tickling someone was a form of torture, and she was not incorrect.  He knew just where to get me, and I was very soon on my back begging quarter.....utterly submissive.  I had gleaned from bits of our conversation, that he was not a submissive man, had even made the statement to him that he was a Top.  He had confirmed my suspicion, and he was ready to show me a preview of what he was.

We kissed, he touched me, he fingered me, and he made me squirt.  His mastery over my body was relatively quick, and as he made me cum for him over and over again, I realized that I had also made a crucial misjudgement in how I had sensed him.  He was not merely a Top.  He was a Master....though not experienced enough to quite own it.  I have sworn many times that I will not train someone, but I realized at some point that he called to my beast, and he was something I had to have or die.  I saw him in my mind, I saw what he could become with guidance and experience.  I saw what he could be to all of us and I decided to see what would happen.

I wanted to devour him, really.  I wrapped my teeth around the pulse in his neck.  My tongue could feel the flutter, just under the surface, and I started to bear down with my teeth, to lick and suck his neck like I was just waiting for the warm wash of coppery liquid over my mouth.  As the thought of puncturing him became more and more clear in my mind, and I realized Lilith was taking over again, I shook myself out of it, apologizing profusely, and I realized that not once had he feared, not once had he expressed hurt or discomfort.  He enjoyed my beast and the small pains she needed to give.  He was getting off on it.

He turned me onto my hands and knees, climbed behind me and rubbed his beautiful thickness all over my thighs and ass.  I begged then, no better than a bitch in heat, needing him to fill up the emptiness inside with his cock.  He positioned himself behind me and placed just the tip inside, maddeningly there, but not.....and I decided to take matters into my own hands and slam my hips onto the delicious length of him.  He gasped in his own right, but then dug his fingers into my hips and roughly positioned me where he wanted me, saying without saying "You don't move, I move. You don't do this, I do this.".  My beast knew, as I know now, that he was not fucking me, he was mating me. Claimed. Marked, Scented.

His cock filled me entirely.  There was no small inch that wasn't touched by him either inside or out of me.  He stayed till morning with me, despite his protests that he wouldn't.  He held me all night, maintained his contact on my body at all times regardless of the level of sleep we were at.  When morning came, I realized that being with him was an addiction of a particularly virulent nature.  He texted hourly, and I was interested in what he had to say.  And he was so close....just 20 minutes away.  My beast found it offensive that he wasn't even closer.  We wanted him on a primal level to do those things that no one else but a Master could do.  He was strong, he was capable, and he was willing.  God love him.  Rhavin....even his name is like a wash of warm breath playing across my skin, branding me with his mark.

There is so much more to the story now.  But this particular chapter of the story ended when we went home for that day.  It continues, however.  Good and bad, I am changing, and so is my beast.  We are so much more closely integrated.  We are becoming happy.