The Karma Project

Chapter 41 - Third Law

Zoe

Seven. Max has made me come seven times. We have not left this room, we have barely moved from the couch. My body is trembling, and I've lost all functional use of my legs. I'm not complaining, but I know for a fact I'll be sore tomorrow. I have been fucked into the couch cushions with my head pressed into them, my legs have been practically behind my head, not to mention the ruthless skull fucking he's delivered as a form of punishment for purposely spitting on his boots.

I wince as I try to sit back up on the couch from the slumped over position he tossed me aside to. I let out a deep sigh as a poor attempt at trying to relax the shakes that are rattling my bones.

"Don't tell me you're tapping out already, Harpy?" Max teases, "I thought you can handle it? I thought you wanted to learn."

I do my best to not glare at him. After studying him for so long I know he needs me to be subservient to him. He needs a sense of control. Instead of shooting daggers with my eyes, I lose my lids and let out another deep breath.

"I'm not tapping out." I say with as much confidence I can muster. And in all honesty I'm not tapping out, I think it's my body attempting finally giving in to the wear and tear he's put me through.

"Good because you owe me one more." He runs his fingers through his sweat matted hair and sits next to me on the couch, also seeming to feel the exhaustion that's trying to take over.

"Why specifically eight?" I ask, it's been a nagging thought this whole time and I figured there is no time like the present.

"Well, I figure when you finally take all four of us you'll need to be able to take two orgasms each. For you, Harpy, we know one is just never enough." He gives me a boyish wink, and it may just be the most human I've ever seen him. The relaxed flirty gesture makes my heart stutter, but I try to ignore the nagging feelings starting to bloom behind my once dead heart.

"So would you say this is training?" I ask, trying to push away very true and very real feelings that have officially made themselves known.

"Training?" He laughs, and it's a comfortable and homey sound that makes it harder to ignore exactly what is happening inside my chest. "I'd more so call it priming."

It's my turn to laugh and his smile drops, I instantly think I must have done something wrong until he quickly moves to push me onto my back and he hovers over me. "That is my favorite sound." He whispers. His hair falls forward and tickles my forehead.

"What?" I ask. "My laugh?" I let out a nervous chuckle, and he has yet to let his perfect smile return.

"Yes." He says in such a sure tone, that he almost sounds like he's making a promise. A vow.

I don't get an opportunity to respond because his lips suddenly crash into mine. The kiss is welcome, and so much more. There's an intimacy behind it that I'm not completely familiar with, and I've given up on trying to ignore the warmth that rapidly increases within me.

Max's hand slowly trails from my hip to my side and between my breasts, until it lands in a comfortable spot at the crook of my neck and my jaw. His kiss deepens as he adjusts and starts to press into me. The tip of his dick is teasing at my entrance and despite the blooming soreness, I arch closer into him, needing contact.

He smiles against my lips and at an agonizingly slow pace he slips into me and pushes himself so deep that my breath disappears from my lungs. "There you go, I knew you could take more."

Words aren't possible so I opt out of trying to speak, and a low soft moan falls from my lips to his. "Do you need me to go soft on you?" He plants a kiss against my jaw.

"Don't you fucking dare." The growl that comes out with my words is borderline feral, and he hisses at my response.

"I didn't plan on it." And in an instant he pulls out and slams his dick into me at a harsh pace, once again lifting my legs by my ankles and lets them drop onto his shoulders.

I shriek at the sudden change in pace and force, reaching my arms around his back in search of something to cling to. I dig my claws into his shoulder blades and he groans in pleasure. The stink of my nails biting into his skin seems to just encourage him to cause even more damage.

"You take me so well, Harpy." He compliments between each thrust. "You were made for me." He says as an echo of what every other brother has said to me.

Made for him, made for all of them. My men.

"I'm yours." I confess, without a single thought of apprehension I declare it so clearly to him. "All of yours." I groan when he hits the spot so deep inside of me my vision blurs.

"Yeah you fucking are." The moment he finishes speaking, our eyes clash. There is something so raw and so honest in our eyes that we both just stare for a moment. He continues to pummel into me but our eyes never leave each other, we are saying so much while saying nothing at all. His eyes are showing that same emotion I can never decipher, but I'm starting to think the expression mirrors mine.

Raw craving, a need, devotion, an emotion so strong it can only be the enemy of hate.

Love. This is love. It's rough and dirty and in some ways so wrong, but that's exactly what I'm feeling. Emotionally and physically.

"You're going to cum on this cock, one more time aren't you?" He asks with grit. He's roughly pounding into me and the second his pace falters and stutters I know he's close. To see him finally lose control of himself, control of me, and control over everything, I'm just as close.

"Fuck, Max!" I cry out, my voice cracking. "I'm going to-" And in sync we both leap off the ledge and into an eternal bliss I never want to rise from. Nothing could ever take this feeling away from me.

"Fuck, Zoe!" He roars my name to the ceiling of the room, and the sound echoes back down to us.

For a moment the world stops, and completely ceases to exist. An explosion tears through the room, and bright colors fill my vision. I'd be concerned if I didn't know for a fact that the explosion was seeping out of me and all over Max. Everything moves in slow motion, and I know from this act alone a million stars have burst and combusted in our galaxy. The foundation of my very being has cracked and quaked and has started its own natural disaster.

We stay like that for a moment. Stuck in a time warp of the most incredibly devastating bliss that has just occurred in this very room.

It takes us a few long minutes to finally catch our breath, and his cock is still buried in me refusing to soften as it pulses and throbs within me.

Moments after that the world fades in and out of my mind. I blink and I'm being cradled by Max. I blink again and he's carrying me down a hall. Another blink and I'm in a bathtub. Another blink and I'm in my bed.

The last thing that I think as the world fades into nothingness and peaceful rest is: I am in love with Max Karma.