Chapter 27 — A Rhythm

Ethan's breath came in heavy, ragged bursts as he stared down at Bella's trembling body, still impaled on his cock, her face a beautiful wreck of tears, spit, and cum.

But the hunger in his eyes had shifted—lower, darker, more possessive.

He wanted to taste her.

All of her.

He pulled his fingers from her dripping pussy with a wet, obscene sound, making her whimper around his shaft at the sudden emptiness.

Then, in one fluid motion, he sat up fully, strong arms wrapping around her tiny waist.

Bella was so small compared to him—light as a feather in his grip.

He lifted her effortlessly, flipping her upside down in a single, controlled movement, her legs splaying wide as gravity pulled her head toward his lap.

Now she hung suspended, inverted, her mouth still stretched around the thick head of his cock, gravity forcing her deeper onto him with every subtle shift.

Her wavy blonde hair cascaded downward like a golden curtain, brushing against his thighs.

Her heavy breasts hung pendulously, nipples pointing toward the ground, swaying with each breath.

And her pussy—swollen, glistening, completely exposed—was now level with Ethan's face, mere inches away.

The position was obscene, animalistic, utterly depraved.

Bella had never been held like this before—not even by Daniel.

This was raw power.

Ethan supporting her entire weight by the waist, her legs draped over his broad shoulders, ankles locked behind his neck, while he sat upright like a king claiming his prize.

Her small body was folded in half, ass up, cunt presented like an offering directly to his mouth.

Ethan groaned low in his throat at the sight so close.

Up close, her pussy was a masterpiece of flushed pink and slick arousal—outer lips puffy and parted, inner folds glistening, clit swollen and peeking out from its hood like a ripe pearl.

The vibrating egg was still buried deep inside, its faint buzz audible now that her legs were spread so wide.

A thin string of her juices stretched from her entrance down toward her asshole, quivering with every heartbeat.

He leaned in slowly, reverently, nose brushing the soft skin of her inner thigh first, inhaling the heady, feminine musk of her.

He watched, mesmerized, as her tiny hole fluttered around the egg, clenching and releasing in needy little spasms.

The delicate opening of her urethra, just above her clit, winked faintly with every contraction.

His tongue emerged—broad, wet, deliberate—and he began at the very top.

He flattened it against her urethra first, the tip pressing gently but insistently right over that tiny, sensitive slit.

Bella's whole body jerked violently in his grip, a muffled scream vibrating around his cock as the unexpected contact sent a sharp, electric jolt through her.

He circled it slowly, tasting the faint saltiness there, lapping delicately like he was savoring the most forbidden part of her.

Then he dragged the flat of his tongue downward in one long, slow stroke—parting her inner lips completely, opening her like a flower.

He didn't miss a single fold.

He traced every ruffle of her labia minora, sucking each delicate petal into his mouth one by one, tugging gently with his lips before releasing with a wet pop.

Bella was lost.

Upside down, blood rushing to her head, mouth stuffed full of cock, pussy being devoured with meticulous, filthy devotion—she could barely think.

Every lap of Ethan's tongue felt magnified a thousand times in this position.

Her clit throbbed, her inner walls spasming wildly, fresh gushes of arousal flooding his mouth.

She tried to moan, but it came out as choked, wet gurgles around his shaft, her throat working him deeper with every involuntary swallow.

Ethan growled against her cunt, the vibration rumbling straight through her core.

He sucked her clit into his mouth—hard—sealing his lips tightly around the swollen pearl like a hot, wet vise.

The suction was immediate and merciless, pulling the sensitive nub deep between his lips until it throbbed against the roof of his mouth.

Bella’s hips snapped upward involuntarily, a strangled cry vibrating around his cock as the sudden intense pressure sent lightning straight up her spine.

Then he attacked it with his tongue.

He flicked the very tip against the underside of her clit in rapid, precise little lashes—sharp, relentless, like he was trying to whip the orgasm out of her.

Each flick made the tiny bundle of nerves jump and pulse, swelling even more under the assault.

He alternated, three quick, feather-light flicks, then one long, slow, dragging stroke with the flat of his tongue that covered the entire surface, coating it in his spit and her own slickness.

He sucked again—deeper this time—drawing her clit fully into the wet heat of his mouth while the tip of his tongue circled the trapped pearl in tight, frantic spirals.

The combination was devastating, the vacuum of his lips holding her in place, the rough texture of his tongue lashing and rubbing in every direction at once.

He hummed low against her, the vibration traveling straight through the hypersensitive core of her clit, making it feel like it was being stroked from the inside out.

When he finally released it with a loud, obscene wet smack, her clit sprang back glistening and engorged, dark pink and visibly throbbing in the open air.

A thin string of saliva and her arousal stretched between his lower lip and the tip of her clit for a heartbeat before snapping.

Without pause, he dove back in—lips parting wide to engulf her entire mound once more, tongue spearing straight for that tortured little button, ready to repeat the torment until she broke completely.

Bella's body seized—every muscle locking at once like she'd been struck by lightning.

Her thighs clamped around Ethan's head with bone-crushing force, heels digging into his back as her hips bucked wildly, slamming her spasming cunt against his face again and again in frantic, animalistic rhythm.

She came—hard.

The orgasm tore through her in violent, shattering waves.

Her pussy convulsed like a living thing, inner walls clamping and releasing in brutal spasms—and then she exploded.

Forceful, hot jets of squirt erupted from her in thick, powerful ropes—blasting straight into Ethan's open mouth, splashing across his chin, his cheeks, his closed eyes, drenching his hair in seconds.

The first jet hit so hard it sprayed outward in a messy arc, splattering his neck, his shoulders, dripping in glistening rivers down his chest.

The second and third came even stronger—relentless, gushing torrents that flooded his face, soaked into his beard, ran in rivulets over his collarbones.

Ethan didn't pull away.

He pressed in harder—face buried completely against her convulsing mound, mouth wide open, lips sealed tight around her gushing entrance like he was drinking from a broken fountain.

He took every single jet willingly, greedily—swallowing what he could, letting the rest coat him, drench him, mark him with her release.

His tongue never stopped moving, broad, relentless laps dragging through the flood, flicking her throbbing clit even as it pulsed with each new squirt, sucking hard on her swollen lips to pull more out of her.

The wet, obscene sounds were deafening—slurping, gulping, the rhythmic splash of her squirt hitting the back of his throat and overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

He growled into her cunt, the vibration ripping fresh spasms from her core, forcing another violent gush that sprayed directly up his nostrils, bubbled out around his lips in milky foam mixed with her clear fluid.

Bella was beyond control.

Her whole inverted body thrashed in his iron grip—legs kicking, toes curling into painful cramps, small hands clawing uselessly at the air.

Muffled, guttural screams tore from her stuffed throat, vibrating wildly around his cock in frantic, milking pulses that dragged him dangerously closer to the brink.

Her pussy kept contracting in savage, rhythmic waves—each clench forcing out another jet, another flood, until the grass beneath them was dark and soaked, a glistening puddle spreading outward.

Through the storm of her release, Ethan stayed locked on—face plastered to her, tongue still licking her pussy even as she squirted around it, lips sucking, drinking, devouring every drop like a man starved.

He refused to let her come down, refused to give her a single second of reprieve.

He was drowning in her—and he loved every second of it.

And through it all, Daniel watched—silent, transfixed, knowing no one had ever held his wife like this, tasted her like this, been utterly bathed in her like this.

Ethan only pulled back long enough to murmur against her dripping folds, voice rough with lust "Bella... I love you..."

Then he dove back in, determined to devour every last drop.

He adjusted his grip on her inverted waist, holding her effortlessly aloft, legs draped over his shoulders, her dripping sex pressed flush to his face like an offering he intended to devour completely.

As a hunter, Ethan’s body obeyed him with supernatural precision—every muscle, every sinew, every inch of flesh answered his will without hesitation.

His tongue was no exception, broad, thick, and impossibly powerful, far beyond the limits of ordinary men.

It could harden like a living cock, lengthen beyond natural reach, twist and curl with terrifying dexterity, mapping and claiming hidden places no human could ever touch.

He began at the surface, pressing the flat of his enormous tongue against her entrance, letting Bella feel the sheer overwhelming size difference.

The wide, hot muscle completely blanketed her swollen lips, sealing her in a possessive, wet claim that made her tiny hole flutter in anticipation.

He dipped just inside—slowly at first—circling the cord of the vibrating egg with lazy, teasing swirls, tasting the thick, creamy slickness that coated it.

His tongue lapped shallowly at the sensitive inner walls near the opening, tracing the soft, ridged entrance with broad strokes that made her hips twitch.

His nose pressed firmly against her asshole, rubbing slow, deliberate circles there while his tongue ventured deeper, sliding inch by inch into her pussy hole, coating itself in her heat.

Then he truly pushed inside.

Bella’s eyes flew wide, a choked, desperate moan vibrating around the cock still filling her throat.

His tongue invaded her slowly but inexorably, stretching her tight passage in a way no toy, no finger, no ordinary lover ever had.

At first, it entered as a thick, rigid spear—hardened by his hunter’s control—splitting her velvet walls apart, the broad surface dragging against every sensitive ridge and fold with deliberate friction.

The tip curled upward instinctively, scraping along her front wall, pressing hard into that swollen, spongy spot that made her hips jerk uncontrollably.

He softened it then, letting it undulate like a living serpent—twisting, coiling, rippling inside her with terrifying precision.

The length extended further, impossibly long, probing deeper into the slick, clenching depths.

Every inch of her interior was mapped and claimed.

He swirled along the upper wall in slow, heavy circles, grinding against her G-spot until fresh gushes of cream coated his tongue.

He dragged the flexible tip in wide, deliberate loops around the deeper pockets she rarely felt touched, teasing the hidden ridges that made her inner muscles spasm wildly.

Her pussy reacted instinctively—clenching hard around the invading muscle, trying to trap it, to milk it, the velvety walls fluttering and squeezing in rhythmic waves that only encouraged him deeper.

Each contraction pulled him in, her body betraying her surrender, gripping the thick, undulating intruder like it was starving for more.

He cleaned her methodically, obsessively—lapping upward in long, greedy strokes, collecting every drop of her creamy arousal, swallowing it down with low, satisfied growls that rumbled straight through her core, vibrating against her most sensitive flesh.

When he finally reached the vibrating egg buried deep inside, he didn’t hesitate. His tongue—now lengthened and prehensile under his command—curled around it with perfect control, tasting the smooth silicone slicked in her essence.

He pressed against it, pushing the intruder aside like something unworthy, then hooked the base with the tip and slowly—torturously—dragged it outward.

Inch by slick, glistening inch, the buzzing egg was pulled free. Time seemed to fracture.

The moment the toy slipped from her depths came with a lewd, wet pop—a sound so obscene it echoed in the sudden silence of her mind.

Bella felt it—every millimeter of its departure—like a thread being severed from her very soul. The sudden emptiness was brutal, intimate, irreversible.

With his free hand, Ethan reached up in one swift, careless motion, fingers hooking the thin strap of the battery pack still strapped around her thigh.

He ripped it free—velcro tearing with a sharp rip—letting the entire device tumble away, cord and all.

Bella didn’t need this useless toy anymore.

Every ounce of pleasure, every trembling climax, every shattering release from now on would belong to Ethan alone.

He had torn it away—not out of spite, but because he wanted her to feel it in her bones: her ecstasy, her surrender, her everything would come from him, only him, and nothing else would ever be allowed inside her again.

Bella's eyes—already wide, already glassy—locked downward in the inverted haze.

There, in slow, agonizing motion, the small pink egg tumbled past her field of vision.

It spun lazily in the air, cord trailing like a broken leash, still humming its pathetic, mechanical buzz.

It caught the sunlight for one cruel heartbeat—shiny with her slickness, glistening like a discarded secret—before it hit the grass below with a soft thud.

There it lay.

Buzzing uselessly.

Vibrating on the ground like a dying insect, forgotten, powerless.

That was the egg Daniel had slipped inside her—hours ago, when he still believed he controlled her pleasure from miles away.

The thing he'd commanded while watching, while she moaned under Ethan's hands.

The last fragile tether of his presence in her body.

Now it was gone.

Discarded.

Cast aside on the dirt like trash.

Bella's hand twitched instinctively—fingers reaching out, trembling, desperate to grasp it, to shove it back inside, to cling to that final piece of her husband.

Her arm felt heavy, distant, as though the blood rushing to her head had stolen her strength.

Before she could touch it—

Ethan surged.

His tongue plunged forward in its place—thick, hot, impossibly deep—filling the void with a single, claiming thrust.

But Ethan didn’t stop at filling her.

He made his Hunter tongue move like no human tongue could, broad and thick at the base, yet prehensile, flexible, lengthening with deliberate effort.

He began to clean her—methodically, obsessively—sweeping through every fold, every hidden crevice inside her spasming cunt.

The wide surface dragged along the slick velvet walls, scooping up thick ropes of her creamy arousal, the remnants of her earlier releases still clinging to her depths.

He lapped upward in long, greedy strokes, collecting every drop, every string of slickness, then drew it back into his mouth with slow, satisfied swallows.

Low growls rumbled from his chest as he tasted her—pure, unfiltered, hers alone—swallowing her essence like it was the only thing that mattered.

Then he pushed further.

His lips sealed tight around the swollen outer lips of her pussy, forming a hot, wet vacuum.

He strained—muscles in his jaw and neck tensing visibly—extending his tongue inch by torturous inch deeper into her core.

The effort was palpable, veins stood out on his forearms as he held her aloft, his breathing rough against her flesh.

Slowly, relentlessly, the tip of his tongue crept forward, probing past the places any normal man could reach, until finally—after a long, straining moment—it brushed the soft, puckered entrance of her cervix.

The contact was explosive.

Bella’s entire body seized.

Her small hand—still outstretched, fingers trembling toward the forgotten egg on the grass—froze mid-air.

Her mind blanked. Because the deepest, most sacred part of her—the place no one, not even Daniel, had ever touched with anything but the shallowest thrusts—was being licked.

Not fucked. Not penetrated with cock or toy.

Licked.

Tasted.

The hot tip of Ethan’s tongue circled the tender ring of her cervix with reverent slowness, pressing gently but insistently against the slightly open mouth of her womb.

He had fought to reach it—his tongue stretched to its supernatural limit—and now he savored every second.

He flattened the tip against the sensitive surface, then pointed it, tracing slow, deliberate spirals around the puckered entrance, lapping at the faint, intimate salt of her core.

Each tiny movement was hard-won, his tongue trembling slightly from the strain, but he refused to retreat.

He wanted to taste everything—the very essence of her womanhood, the place where life could begin, the place that had always been hers alone.

Bella’s cervix fluttered under the assault—clenching and releasing in helpless spasms, as though trying to draw him even deeper.

The sensation was overwhelming, too deep, too personal, electric jolts shot through her womb, radiating outward in white-hot waves that made her thighs quake, her toes curl into painful cramps.

Fresh tears streamed upward across her inverted face, mixing with the drying cum and spit.

She had never felt so utterly exposed, so completely owned from the inside out.

At the exact same moment, Ethan’s hips began to move.

He pulled back slowly—his thick cock sliding out of her throat inch by inch—giving her a fleeting second of air, a desperate gasp around the fat head still lodged between her lips.

Then he thrust forward again, filling her mouth completely, stretching her throat once more in a punishing rhythm.

The dual invasion was merciless, tongue straining against her cervix from above, cock fucking her throat from below. Every time he withdrew from her mouth, she felt a momentary relief—only to be claimed again, deeper, harder.

Her body convulsed between the two points of invasion—pussy spasming wildly around his invading tongue, throat milking his shaft in frantic, involuntary pulses.

She was lost in the storm of sensation, the impossible depth of his tongue worshipping her womb, the brutal stretch of his cock owning her voice, her breath.

And then the real ravaging began.

The broad, thick tongue pulled back and plunged deeper into Bella's spasming cunt with brutal, rhythmic thrusts

No longer gentle, no longer reverent—now it was a weapon of pure, animalistic hunger.

He fucked her cervix like he was trying to break through, the pointed tip battering the soft, slightly gaping entrance to her womb over and over, stretching the tender ring, forcing it to yield with every savage curl and stab.

Each deep invasion scraped along her most sensitive inner walls, dragging through the creamy slickness that poured from her in endless floods, tasting every secret fold she had never let anyone touch so mercilessly.

He sucked at the same time—lips locked around her entire swollen mound like a starving beast, creating a vacuum so strong it pulled her clit inward, made her inner lips flutter and suck against his teeth.

The suction was vicious, obscene, loud—wet, slurping gulps that echoed across the lake as he drank her down, swallowing every gush of her arousal like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

Bella was shattering.

Her upside-down body jerked and thrashed in his unbreakable grip, legs kicking uselessly in the air, toes curling so hard they cramped.

She had never— never —been taken like this. Not by Daniel. Not by anyone.

Ethan was stealing her firsts in the most depraved ways.

The first tongue to taste her cervix.

The first mouth to drink her squirt under the open sky.

The first man to make her feel like a bitch in heat being claimed by the alpha.

Her screams were muffled into wet, choking gurgles around the fat cock still buried in her throat, but they vibrated straight through him, making him growl louder against her cunt.

Tears poured upward across her face, mixing with the drying cum running in thick white streaks into her hair.

Shame scorched her from the inside— this is outside, in broad daylight, with the wind on my asshole and the sun on my dripping cunt —but the shame only made her wetter, only made her hips buck harder, grinding her cervix against the relentless spear of his tongue like she was begging him to split her open.

Then the rhythm became merciless—synchronized destruction.

Ethan orchestrated it perfectly.

He pulled his cock back slowly, just enough for Bella to snatch a single, ragged gasp around the swollen head—then, in the same heartbeat, his tongue plunged forward with brutal force, battering her cervix anew.

A split second later, the pattern reversed, his tongue withdrew in a wet drag, scraping every sensitive fold on the way out, while his hips snapped upward, slamming his thick shaft back down her throat, filling her completely, stretching her gullet until her eyes watered.

Again.

And again.

Tongue deep—cock out.

Cock deep—tongue out.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

The wet, obscene sounds filled the air in perfect counterpoint.

slick… gluck… slick… gluck…

slick-gluck-slick-gluck-slick-gluck…

Each withdrawal from one end was instantly answered by a devastating invasion of the other.

slick-gluck-slick-gluck-slick-gluck…

slick-gluck-slick-gluck-slick-gluck…

No pause.

slick-gluck-slick-gluck-slick-gluck…

slick-gluck-slick-gluck-slick-gluck…

No mercy.

slick-gluck-slick-gluck-slick-gluck…

slick-gluck-slick-gluck-slick-gluck…

Her body became a living circuit of violation—throat convulsing wildly around his pulsing shaft, milking him with every choked gag; pussy clenching desperately around his invading tongue, trying to trap it inside her spasming core.

Every muffled scream she forced around his cock vibrated straight through him, making his growls rumble deeper into her cunt.

Every frantic buck of her hips ground her cervix harder against the relentless spear of his tongue, begging—without words—for him to break her open completely.

The dual rhythm was unbreakable, hypnotic, punishing.

They were locked together now—two ends of the same storm—building toward the inevitable collision.

The pressure built together. Inevitable. Catastrophic.

Her orgasm and his arrived at the precise same heartbeat.

Bella’s entire body seized—back arching violently, thighs clamping around Ethan’s head like a steel trap—as she exploded.

Hot, forceful jets of squirt blasted directly into his mouth, flooding his tongue, splashing across his face in messy, violent arcs that soaked his hair, his neck, his chest.

Wave after wave erupted, each more brutal than the last, her pussy convulsing in rhythmic, desperate spasms that tried to trap his tongue forever.

Clear fluid gushed in thick ropes, drenching him completely, dripping down his chin in glistening rivers, pooling on the grass below.

At that identical instant, his cock—buried to the root in her spasming throat—swelled one final, savage time.

He thrust forward with a primal snap of his hips and came like a volcano—exactly as her squirt flooded him.

Thick, heavy ropes erupted straight down her gullet in endless, punishing spurts—more than before, hotter, thicker—flooding her until it overflowed everywhere.

Cum forced its way up her nose in burning torrents, bubbling out in milky foam that dripped across her face in obscene white webs.

It leaked from the corners of her stretched lips, cascaded down her chin, soaked into her hair. She snorted, choked, swallowed frantically, but it was hopeless—semen poured from every opening on her face, coating her in glistening ruin.

Their climaxes collided in a vicious, perfect feedback loop.

Her muffled screams milking his pulsing shaft, drawing out every last drop.

His guttural growls rumbling straight into her oversensitive cunt, prolonging her squirting spasms, forcing jet after jet.

He drank her flood while she drowned in his.

She bathed him in her release while he emptied himself completely into her throat.

Ethan stayed sealed—sucking harder, tongue still thrusting deep through her squirting waves, lapping and swallowing with greedy, guttural gulps—insatiable, refusing to let a single drop escape.

Bella went completely limp in his arms—body twitching with aftershocks, face a ruined mask of cum and tears, pussy still fluttering weakly around his tongue, throat convulsing in final, helpless swallows.

They had broken together.

Under the open sky, drenched in each other, nothing left but the raw, shared ruin.

The egg lay forgotten on the grass.

Buzzing uselessly.

Alone.

Bella's eyes fluttered, unfocused.

She was gone.

Sated. Ruined. Owned.

The small, pathetic toy blurred at the edge of her vision... then vanished entirely from her mind.

Daniel blurred too.

Forgotten

Like the toy.

Only Ethan remained.

Only the taste of him.

Only the feel of him.

Everywhere.

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