He expected her to be soft, maybe even pull away shyly.
Instead, her grip on his ankle tightened.
Before he could even yelp, her other hand shot up, fingers curling around the back of his neck to pull him down.
When their lips met, it wasn't a gentle greeting.
The kiss was deep and hungry, their tongues dancing in a frantic, wet rhythm.
Alex groaned into her mouth, tasting her sweetness and the metallic tang of desire.
He felt her tongue push deep into his mouth, claiming his space, asserting a dominance that left him breathless.
Breaking the kiss just an inch, she whispered against his lips, her voice a low, sultry purr that vibrated through his chest.
"You have no idea how long I've waited for someone like you to wander in here," she murmured, her breath hot. "I can smell how much you want me, you sweet little thing. I want to feel every inch of your desperation."
"Come here, you like what you see, don't you?" she purred, her voice dropping an octave, losing its fearful tremble entirely.
It was silken, throaty, each word a caress that seemed to sink directly into his gut. "You've been staring at my tits since the lightning flashed. Do they make your cock ache, little human?"
Alex shuddered, his resistance crumbling. "Y-yes."
Her free hand left his ankle and slid up his thigh until her palm pressed flat against the massive bulge straining his jeans.
She squeezed with a strength that felt like iron, yet oddly careful, as if measuring his response.
His hips bucked involuntarily, a groan tearing from his throat.
"So hard already," she murmured, her blue eyes glinting with something ancient and hungry. "I can feel it throbbing against my fingers."
"You want to stick it inside me, don't you? Make me yours, fill me up until I scream your name?"
He couldn't lie. "Yes... yes, I do."
"Good boy, tell me what's your name?"
She pulled him down forcefully, locking her arms around his neck.
"It's Al.. Alex," Alex crashed chest-first into her. The impact knocked the wind out of him, squashing her huge, wet breasts against his chest.
He felt every inch of her soft curves through his clothes, the heat radiating off her body scorching him.
Her thighs wrapped around his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back, grinding her soaked cunt against the denim of his pants.
The friction sent a spike of pleasure up his spine so sharp he saw stars.
Then, she smashed her lips against his.
It wasn't a romantic kiss at first. She forced his jaw open, her tongue invading his mouth, hot and tasting of something exotic, like wild berries and copper.
But as Alex surrendered, something shifted.
The kiss deepened, slowing, becoming achingly sensual.
Her tongue traced the roof of his mouth, toyed with his, retreated just enough to make him chase her, then sucked his lower lip between her teeth with a soft, wet sound that made his balls tighten.
"Mmm," she hummed against his mouth, the vibration traveling straight to his groin. "I love how eager you are. How desperate. Do you know how long it's been since I've felt warm hands on my skin?"
Her words ignited something unknown in his chest.
Alex's hands, which had been frozen at his sides, suddenly came alive.
He slid them up her sides, feeling the soaked silk bunch and slid under his palms.
He didn't stop until he cupped her face, thumbs brushing the delicate curve of her jaw. He stared into her eyes, breathless.
Then she tilted her head, exposing the long, pale column of her throat, a clear invitation. "Kiss me here," she breathed. "Taste me. I want to feel your mouth everywhere before I let you have more."
Alex didn't need to be told twice.
He trailed his lips down to her jawline, then buried his face in the crook of her neck and began to suck and bite at the sensitive skin there, leaving his marks on her pale skin.
She arched her back, a sharp moan escaping her as she gripped his hair, pulling him closer.
"Yes... right there," she gasped, her voice dripping with dirty intent. "Suck on me, Alex. Mark me. Let everyone know you've found something you can't possibly handle."
He complied, latching onto the juncture where her neck met her shoulder, sucking until she let out a sharp cry that was half pain, half pleasure.
Her thighs tightened around his waist, and he felt the rhythmic grind of her hips, she was getting off just from this, just from his mouth on her neck.
The thought made him impossibly hard.
His hands grew bolder. He dragged them down from her face, over her collarbone, and finally, finally cupped the full weight of her breast through the silk.
The robe was so wet it did nothing to hide the give of her soft flesh, the hard nub of her nipple pressing into his palm.
He groaned into her neck, kneading her gently at first, then rougher when she moaned her approval.
The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he could feel her heart hammering against his chest.
"That's it, Ahaaa!!" She let out a loud, guttural moan, her head tossing back. "Oh god, your hands... they feel so good," she whispered, her voice becoming more commanding, more possessive, her dirty voice now a desperate, needy growl.
"Tease my tits. They've been aching for you since you walked in. Pinch my nipple, baby. I want to feel the sting."
He found the tight peak through the thin fabric and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, pinching just enough to make her gasp.
Her hips bucked against him, rubbing the seam of her cunt along the ridge of his erection. A wet spot was spreading on his jeans from her arousal.
She was soaking through.
"You like that?" he rasped, amazed by his own brazenness. Her responsiveness was a drug.
"I love the way you touch me, but you don't realize it yet, do you? Alex. You're mine now." she mewled, dropping her head back.
"But the robe... it's in the way. Take it off me. I want your mouth directly on my skin. I want to watch you suck on my tits like a starving man."
Alex's heart thundered.
He grabbed the strap that had already fallen and pulled it down her arm, peeling the wet silk away.
Her large breast bounced free, pale and impossibly soft-looking, a rosy nipple peaked and glistening.
He stared for a heartbeat, stunned. Then he dipped his head and captured her nipple between his lips.
She cried out, a sharp, beautiful sound that echoed in the decrepit shrine.
Her fingers twisted in his hair, holding him in place as he sucked, using the flat of his tongue to caress the underside while the tip teased the very peak.
He alternated, learning what made her shiver, light flicks, then deep suction that hollowed his cheeks.
Her hips never stopped moving, in a slow, torturous roll.
"Fuck, I'm not letting you leave," she panted, looking down at him latching to her breast.
The sight of him there, so focused on pleasing her, seemed to undo something inside her.
She cupped her other breast, offering it to him. "This one too. Worship me, Alex. I want to feel you everywhere before I guide you inside."
He switched, giving the other breast the same lavish attention while his free hand slid down her side, over the curve of her hip, and then beneath the edge of her robe to grip the plump globe of her ass.
Her skin was blazing hot compared to the chill of the storm. He squeezed, kneading her flesh, marveling at how she gasped and pushed back into his hand.
Finally, She pulled his head away by his hair, forcing him to meet her gaze.
The innocent pleading from before was entirely gone. In its place was a creature of pure seduction, yet there was a strange, almost tender vulnerability in the way she traced his jaw.
"You've been so good for me," she whispered, her voice now a velvet knife. "But I can feel how close you are to losing control."
"I can feel your cock twitch every time I move. You want to fuck me, don't you? Want to push inside me and feel how tight and wet I am?"
"Yes," he groaned, his hips jerking. "Please…."
She leaned forward, her breath hot against his ear. "Then listen closely, my sweet human."
"You're going to make me come first. With your mouth. Right here." She grabbed his wrist and pressed his hand against the sopping heat between her thighs, still hidden by the robe. "You feel that?"
"That's how much I want you. Now be a good boy and taste me, and maybe… maybe… I'll let you keep me forever."
Her legs fell open wider, the robe parting to reveal glistening pink flesh and the intoxicating scent of her arousal.
Alex's vision blurred with desperation.
He lowered his head, tongue stretching out, and just as he was about to taste her for the first time, he felt a strange, heavy warmth spreading from where she touched him, a sensation of being absorbed, as if she were trying to pull his very essence into her own.
Or more like forcing her own into his body.
He was trapped in her embrace, caught between the overwhelming pleasure of her body and the terrifying realization that she wasn't just tempting him, she was possessing him.