I circled the perimeter, moving slow, claws leaving trails in the sand. I let the anticipation build, let her think she had a chance in this playground we'd created together. The night air let the scent of her fear and excitement mix, let it curl up my spine until every muscle in my legs begged to give chase. I moved slow at first, dragging each step through the sand so she’d hear how close I was. The wind shifted, and I caught the sharp, electric tang of her sweat, her feral want, her laughter trembling just out of reach.
As I carefully approached her, the sand crunching beneath my feet gave away my proximity. The wind shifted, allowing me to catch the scent of her sweat, tension, and laughter just beyond my reach. She was luring me in, and I was more than happy to follow.
Annie thought she could easily maneuver through the dense cluster of barrel cacti due to her size, but I had other plans. With a grin and a mighty display of my wings, I stepped off the path and charged through the cacti as if they were made of tissue paper. Pain seared through my thigh as spines dug deep, but ithardly mattered as the mix of blood and pheromones heightened my senses, driving me forward.
Hearing me closing in, Annie shrieked and tried to outrun me by darting towards the opposite side of the clearing. Despite trying her best to escape, she glanced over her shoulder to gauge my distance. In that split second, I took advantage, jumping forward with arms outstretched. Grabbing her waist in a full tackle, I lifted her off the ground as she let out an exhilarated scream.
I carried her a few more feet before pinning her down onto the sand, my claws encircling both wrists above her head. She arched against me, her body a perfect curve beneath mine as I straddled her hips. When she bucked upward, I growled low in my throat and tore the skirt from her dress with one fluid motion, the sound of ripping lace like thunder in my ears. The scent of her arousal hit me instantly—she'd worn nothing underneath, the minx. Moonlight caught the slick evidence of her desire as she writhed beneath me, her eyes challenging even as her body betrayed how desperately she wanted this. Wanted me. But my Annie would never surrender too easily.
With my free hand, I traced a single claw down the center of her bodice, the sharp tip catching on purple lace.
"Last chance to save this dress," I growled. She arched her back in response, pressing herself against the point of my claw. I sliced downward in one fluid motion, the fabric parting like water, exposing her completely to the night air. Her sharp intake of breath was all challenge, no surrender.
I released her wrists but fixed her with a look that burned. "Keep them there," I commanded, voice rough with desire. "Don't move them."
Only when she nodded, eyes half-lidded and defiant, did I begin my descent. I traced the curve of her throat with my mouth, lingering at her collarbone, then lower still. I circled onepebbled nipple with my forked tongue before drawing it between my teeth, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. The second nipple received the same attention, my fangs grazing the sensitive peak until her back bowed off the sand. Her body arched beneath me as my tongue finally found the heat between her legs. Each time her hands twitched, instinctively wanting to reach for me, I paused—a sweet punishment that made her curse and writhe against the sand.
I growled against her inner thigh. “Tell me what you want."
She gasped as my tongue traced dangerously close to her center. "Please," she whimpered, hips rising desperately. "Use your words," I demanded, breath hot against her slick folds.
“Make me come with your mouth," she finally commanded.
I devoured her then, my forked tongue working its dual magic—one side circling her clit while the other plunged inside her, creating a rhythm that had her thighs trembling against my horns. "Don't stop, don't—" she cried out, her words dissolving into incoherent pleasure as the twin sensations overwhelmed her. She shattered completely, back arching off the sand, her body convulsing around my tongue as I continued my relentless attention to both spots at once.
Without warning, I slid up her body, my claws digging into her hips as I flipped us over. I positioned her above me, her slick heat hovering just inches from my mouth.
"I need to taste more of you," I growled, pulling her down. She gasped as my tongue found her again.
“My turn," she purred, and before I could react, she'd pivoted above me, her hair cascading down as she bent forward. "I want all of you," she whispered, her breath hot against my throbbing cock. When her fingers wrapped around me, I bucked involuntarily. "So responsive," she teased, her tongue flicking out to taste the tip.
I was slick with sweat , breath heaving in the hot night as Annie slid her mouth down my cock in one smooth motion, so deep the tip hit the soft back of her throat. I clutched at her thighs, greedy for her taste, locked on the pulse fluttering under the skin just above her knee. She braced herself on my hips, the heat between her legs smashing onto my face with a confidence that made me want to destroy and worship her in equal measure.
"Fuck," I groaned, as she tightened her grip at the base, twisting her wrist while she sucked me down to the hilt. I let my tongue find the slick seam of her cunt and split it open, tracing lightning patterns over her clit. My tail wrapped her calf, pinning her there as I focused all the chaos of a week's wanting into the flick and curl of my tongue.
She moaned around me, the vibration shuddering up my cock so hard it nearly ended me then and there. I dug my claws into her ass, pulling her down as if I could swallow the whole of her into me. I didn't let her up for air, not for a second. Each time she paused to gasp, I buried my face deeper in her, fucking her with my mouth until she was shaking so hard she had to prop her knees against my ribs and hold tight or else risk melting straight into the sand.
I liked her like this: feral and unguarded, her want running wild over the neat borders of her self-control.
But I also liked the way she took me in her mouth: greedy, unashamed, like she'd been designed in a lab for the express purpose of blowing my mind and every other thought out of my skull. For every inch I gave her, she pushed me further, humming my name between soft, wet slurps, her tongue sliding the ridge, the sensitive veins, the thick base of my cock as if memorizing topography.
I flicked her clit hard enough to make her yelp my name.
"You're close," I said. "Close enough I can taste it."
I took her back into my mouth and redoubled the effort, twin tips of my tongue working in tandem: one circling her clit, the other sliding inside to curl up and beckon, right at the spongy spot that made her entire body tense. She sucked air through her teeth, then retaliated, bobbing her head and swirling her tongue under the head, her hands working the knot with a tight, perfect grip.
Her arms started to shake. She balanced on her elbows, jaw working, brain barely tethered to her body. "Samiel—fuck—" she said as she tried to hold back, but her hips betrayed her, grinding against my mouth with uncoordinated, desperate rhythm.
The edges of my vision blurred. Everything narrowed down to the pulse of Annie’s body on my tongue, the hot, salt-slick taste of her, the tremors starting in her thighs and rolling up her spine. I locked my hands around her hips and pulled her all the way down until her cunt sealed over my mouth, and I flattened my tongue, working back and forth with a pressure I knew would finish her. The wind whistled over the yard, but I could still hear the wet, obscene sounds of her getting closer, her breath chopping up into animal whimpers.
“Sam, I—fuck—” Her voice split, breaking on the edge of a scream.
She came hard, harder than I’d ever seen her—her whole body a live wire, knees buckling as she arched backward and let loose a sound torn straight from the bottom of her lungs. My name echoing off every wall of the goddamned night. Her body went soft. For a second Annie just sprawled over me, panting and blinking at the sky, pupils so blown that her eyes looked like abyssal pits ringed in blue. Sweat dripped down her back, sawed the rip in her dress into dark rivers. I licked her clean, slowly, and nipped her inner thigh, feeling the tremor that shot straight to her toes.
I could have let her float there. I could have spent the rest of the night under her, letting her cum in my mouth until the sand turned to glass. But I was past the edge. All patience was gone. I needed to be inside her—needed to claim her, brand her, ruin her with every part of me she'd ever touched.
Before she could recover, I flipped her, planting her knees and elbows in the sand and caging her in with my body. The shredded fabric of her dress littered the ground beneath her, framing the pale skin of her back like a torn flag. I pressed my cock to her entrance, dragging the head through the slick mess I'd made of her cunt, and watched her shudder with anticipation.
