The vibration of my groan makes her cry out again.
Interesting.
I’ve now learned that if I keep going, alternating between long licks through her folds and focused attention on her clit. Then I dip my tongue inside her, tasting her deeper. She makes a sound I’ve never heard before—desperate and keening and utterly perfect. She’s definitely grinding against my face now, chasing her pleasure, and I let her use me. I grip her thick thighs and hold her steady, giving her something to ride while I devour her.
“Keric—I’m going to—I can’t?—”
Yes. Give it to me.
I growl against her, the vibration pushing her over the edge.
Her whole body convulses. Her thighs clamp around my head. Her pussy clenches against my tongue. And she screams my name so loud it echoes off the cave walls, bouncing back to us again and again.
Keric. Keric. Keric.
I work her through it and drink in every tremor or whimper that escapes her lips. Only when she’s limp and gasping do I finally release her thighs and let her slide down my body.
She collapses onto my chest, boneless and breathing hard.
“That was...” Anna can’t seem to finish the sentence.
“That was only the first time,” I promise.
While I was focused on her pleasure, my body was completing its transformation back to normal. The unnatural bulk is gone. My tusks have returned to their usual winter length. They are still long and prominent, but not the daggers they were before. My horns have lost their wicked curve.
I’m still big but I’m myself again. And my cock is still hard and aching.
Anna lifts her head from my chest and looks down between us. My shaft lies against my stomach, thick and green and leaking from the tip. Still larger than average, but no longer monstrously so.
“Better,” she murmurs. Then she shifts, moving to straddle my hips instead of my chest.
I suck in a breath as her wet heat presses against my length. “Anna?—”
“Your turn.” She looks down at me with hazy, satisfied eyes. “You took care of me. Now let me take care of you.”
“I’ve never—” The admission sticks in my throat. “This will be my first time.”
Her lovely expression softens. “I know. And I’m honored.” She leans down and kisses me. I taste her arousal on my own lips and groan into her mouth. “Let me show you how good it can feel.”
She rises up on her knees and reaches between us, wrapping her hand around my shaft. I jerk at the contact, my hips bucking involuntarily. Her hand is so small compared to my cock, her fingers unable to fully close around my girth.
“Is it going to fit?” she asks, a hint of nervousness in her voice.
“I prepared you.” My voice comes out strained, barely controlled. “Go slow. Take what you can.”
She positions me at her sopping wet entrance. I can feel her heat, her wetness, the soft give as my leaking crown presses against her.
Then she sinks down.
After the first inch I nearly black out.
Nothing in my life has ever felt this amazing. Wet heat gripping me, squeezing me, pulling me in. My claws dig into thepile of clothes beneath me as I fight the urge to thrust up into her.
“Oh,” she breathes, pausing to adjust. “You’re... that’s...”
“More,” I grit out. “Please. More.”
She takes more of me, working herself down onto my shaft with agonizing slowness.
