The Justiceers - Part Five: Chapter Twelve
the next chapter in my forthcoming novel
Part Three: The Will to Choose
Part Four: Prefinished Business
Part Five: Chrysalis
5.12
Miriam was fucking loaded and this was going to be great.
When The Nebberath II had cut course from Grammaton’s orbit unexpectedly, Arthur found himself mighty curious why Miriam was holding him down so forcefully and telling to just shut the fuck up for a minute.
It didn’t take long for her to get going on him after that.
She’d been awful worked up from fucking with the devil, along with all the vibes she was being pelted by, and they definitely needed to get out of dodge from whatever the hell was about to come out of the Zeus.
There a was part of Miriam who’d thought about warning those people, yet there’d been a most prescient thought which bored directly into her forebrain so forcefully that she wouldn’t resist calling it divine. It went like this, ‘God will sort them.”
Still, somehow, she was doing exactly what she’d been supposed to, pulling her Arthur to safety and eating his delicious pussy inside out, he was going to come so many times tonight she’d wake the God right from out of his magic fucking clit.
Miriam didn’t know if that’s how this worked, but she intended to find out.
She’d torn his pants off before he could think to wonder what was even happening, throwing them over her shoulder and laughing like an evil bitch, diving right into all of that.
Oh my god, he tasted so good, it was unbelievable.
There’s no place better than being neck-deep in Arthur Katrinus’ pussy. Literally, time-space breaks near that bitch’s cunt. If Miriam had to wager, it was God itself.
With the fire in which she’d taken him, all the force she was holding his punk ass down, letting him feel all that Lightfoot she knew he wanted, he’d come so fucking fast his head was spinning.
One
She’d then lifted his legs up over his head and gone straight for his asshole.
Her tongue was in their so fast he’d yelped. Arthur didn’t feel very comfortable with this if he’d not prepared quite thoroughly — he’d get over it though — Miriam didn’t give a shit.
Those two perfect fingers slipped right in, he was so fucking wet Miriam moaned like it was her fucking pussy; hint, hint.
Two
Next up were his tits, those were going to fucking bleed tonight, Miriam Halafax would see to that if it was last thing she ever did with her time in The Periphery. He was going to love every God damned second of it too.
She’d gone round and round, up and down, all fucking around.
Nothing felt better to her heart than being near Arthur’s chest like this, it broke her ass open too, made her feel whole. This was heaven to Miriam.
He was starting to shake all around her fingers being held so deeply inside him, she’d not let those budge one bit, except to move them out just that hair, one little fraction at a time, bringing him to fucking beg for it.
Three and Four
Miriam thought for one single second about what might be happening back in orbit of Grammaton, then flipped Arthur over, and started fucking him so hard he’d bashed his head right into the wall. Miriam grabbed his hair and pulled him back.
“You stay put,” she’d told him as she went to fucking town.
She knew he liked this the very best, from behind, so she went hard as hell. Great minds think alike. Miriam pounded that boy to oblivion. He was shuddering from head to toe.
Five
He thought she’d stop then, but she wasn’t even close to being done.
“That was fucking first gear, bitch”
She’d whispered that into his ear while his pussy was convulsing so hard there was no way back in. She waited him out though, just long enough, and then went to second gear.
Her hands were wrapped around his most luscious hips, gripping him like the little bitch he was, making him fucking scream like a lunatic.
Miriam didn’t need any visages; she was all it took.
Six
Skipping third gear entirely, refusing to let his most powerful cunt force her out with its furious force, this was going to be a good one.
Miriam grabbed his hair in the ball of her first, dragging his head back just enough to make his heart open that little bit, back arching just right, then taken her other hand around his throat.
“You ready for the big one?”
Seven
That wasn’t it — not even close, he would fucking dream it — they were going all the way tonight, Miriam’s favorite number.
It was time for more of that heaven, but she’d tie him up first.
Miriam was a getting a little tired, so she had her visages do that part while she drank some water and smoked a bowl.
Daphne’s going to take a break real quick-like.
We may have forgotten the water part, but we’re back, and Miriam was running full tilt like the crazy bitch she was always made to be. A non-stop freight train, baby, here she comes.
Not really, that’s nearly impossible.
Daphne swears we’re ruining the whole story right now, but I’m telling y’all we’re not, though we might be keeping her roommate up with how hard she’s laughing.
This too was written — they’ll fucking deal with it.
Eight
Arthur was just after shocking now but she wasn’t going to let him get off easy tonight.
Miriam took her time with the next one, she coaxed it out of him real slowly, watching him bite his lip and curl those fucking eyes back.
He’d said his thing, ‘Yep, mhmm.’
Yeah, that’s the stuff, Miriam loved that one.
Nine
Arthur would wish that was the multiple of three they were going to. This was going to be fucking greatness personified in form of ecstasy.
Miriam’s fucking greatness — Arthur’s fucking ecstasy.
This bitch was a star, and she was going to make him into the icon he’d been born to be; that kind of thing.
All out, nonstop till sunrise slut-bag, that last train to catch is not coming anytime soon. This bitch is riding your ass till the day she dies.
She doesn’t give a fuck — she’s been filming all of this — live broadcast, baby.
Making money, ho, that’s what it’s about. Money doesn’t buy happiness, but it sure makes fucking in really cool places easier — which most definitely buys happiness.
This next one was going to slap.
Miriam loved to see how far inside she could get her tongue, it always seemed like there was a chance for more, something new to discover in there. Mysteries of her Arthur so found by the exploration of her taste and all those feelings she brought back into herself so near his Godhood.
Ten
Almost there — you got that right, ho-fuck— we’re going to twelve.
Next one took no time at all, she’d just waited for the perfect moment after that last eruption of her most favorite drink in the entirety of space-time — which she’d unfortunately missed because of her positioning, this once — then waited for him to stop shuddering like a little bitch and clenching like a tease, before taking back her home right at the very moment he released that dreadful squeeze of denial.
That just made him cum laughing, he’d never been rocked so hard in his life, giggling like the little boy who always wanted to get fucked raw by The Goddess he was in his heart.
Eleven
Here we go, this one was going to stick, he’d remember this forever.
Miriam did the thing she always knew he wanted most, and she’d not been gentle at all about it. You see Miriam’s hand had regrown long ago.
Oh boy, did she get it in there.
Mission accomplished, life goal achieved at last, just as good as he knew it would be. Even better because she was calling him ‘her little fucking cum geyser’ while she’d done it.
She wasn’t going to miss this one, that was for sure.
He’d wanted her to let him to do it for the longest time before she had, getting in all the way to her elbow, watching him squeal, feeling his magic fucking pussy try and push her out with all his load.
Not yet, almost though, she’d wanted another taste of his clit, and so she’d taken one.
It was worth it.
Twelve
That’s the one, right on the spot.
She drank every drop of that fucking life-fuel. Oh, it tasted so good. She’d carry it around with her in a bottle if she could. Maybe they’d work that out some time.
Afterwards she’d let him convulse in private for a while, taking another little break to get hydrated, that shit wore her ass out.
When she’d come back to hold Arthur, slipping in bed besides him, swimming in his ocean of love. She’d kissed his cheek and held him to her chest while he thanked her profusely. Miriam hadn’t had that much fun in cycles.
There was a lot going on in her heart, and even more elsewhere, this had really got her going if you know what I mean. Her body was tired, but her mind just wanted to fuck his ass to sleep.
Miriam decided they could do three more.
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