She would have nodded if she could, but every ounce of effort was focused on keeping her throat relaxed as she approached her climax.
“Come for me!” he yelled, slamming her all the way onto his cock so that her nose pressed against his pelvis, her throat burning even with the numb coating easing his way.
She couldn’t breathe, her body screaming for air as she ground harder onto the ridge, every nerve tingling with need. A moment later, blessed release, her cunt clamping onto Rul’s tail and her pleasure cresting into the heavens, her eyes widening as euphoria grayed her vision.
“That’s my girl,” Rul growled, pulling out so she could suck in a ragged breath, her chest heaving with exertion. “Now open wide.”
Isabelle stuck her tongue out again, barely able to support herself as he stroked his cock, still holding her in place by her hair. Thick ropes of milky seed pulsed out, hitting her tongue, her lips, her cheeks, and dripping onto the bench in front of her. She reveled in the taste of chocolate, tears running down her face from the overwhelming high.
Rul’s groans filled her with pleasure, slowly subsiding until he came to a stop, releasing her from his grasp. His tail pulled out, dragging her sticky arousal with it, then whipped around to scoop up theseed that had spilled onto the bench. He brought the tip to her mouth, and she opened for him, tasting her own musky release mixed with his sweet cum.
When he was done with her, she collapsed onto the bench, her body weak as she floated in a dreamlike space. Every part of her was disconnected, from the room, from her own thoughts, from the voice trying to reach out to her.
“Isabelle? Can you hear me?”
“Hmmm,” she answered, content with lying on the bench and never moving again.
“Oh, poor thing,” the voice murmured, and then there was a dull sensation prickling her skin, a sudden weightlessness as she floated through the air.
She lay on something soft. A mossy bed? A giggle escaped her as a wet cloth wiped down her heated skin, delicate sweetness at her lips as she bit into a cloud. A cool burst of water trickled down her throat, satiating a deep-seated thirst.
The caress of silk against her bare skin made her body tight with emotion, every sensation too stimulating after the euphoric daze she’d been in, though it was eased as Rul pulled her flush with his chest. His voice was clearer, though she refused to open her eyes, curling up in his embrace.
“You did so good, such a good girl for me. I knew Bellinor made the right choice, knew you belonged here with us.”
Isabelle smiled, his seductive voice calming her, warming her, keeping her in that delicious state of bliss.
“You looked so beautiful with my cock down your throat. Did you enjoy it?”
“I did,” she said lazily, pressing her palms to his chest. “Are you…full?”
Rul chuckled, then kissed the top of her head.
“I am. You were perfect. That session will sustain me for many weeks, though I don’t want to wait that long to have you again.”
The part of her that was so eager to serve was happy knowing he had gotten what he wanted from her, that she could provide him with the sustenance he needed to survive. In a strange way, it made her feel powerful to have that kind of effect over someone, even if she hadn’t asked to be here in the first place.
“Rest, sweetheart. Don’t let that mind get too flooded with thoughts. It’s time to relax now.”
Isabelle drifted off, letting the clouds take her as she floated away.
CHAPTER 10
“LOOKS LIKE YOU TWO HAVE BEEN BUSY.”
The commanding voice woke Isabelle from her nap, her head filled with haze as she tried to remember where she was.
“Very busy,” Rul said with a laugh, his arms still wrapped tightly around her. “She’s a good little plaything.”
He nuzzled the top of her head, and she blushed, distinctly aware of the fact that she was completely nude, her body still humming with the sweet bliss of release.
“But we missed you. You should come join us,” Rul added, patting the mattress behind him.
Bellinor rolled his eyes, his arms crossed over his chest as he stood in the open doorway.
“I… prepared dinner for Isabelle,” he said sheepishly, like he was embarrassed about the gesture.
And now that she knew how much effort he put into feeding her, it made it that much sweeter.
