All thoughts of biting flee. Arousal ignites along every inch of me. He is going to give me his incredible cock. I sit up ramrod straight in my chair. Mal’s dark eyes flash. He likes my eagerness.
He leads me to the next room. I watch as he pulls all the covers and pillows from his bed and places them on the floor.
“Make yourself a little nest. Get comfy with your ass in the air,” orders Mal.
That’s a command I don’t mind obeying at all. I hurry to comply and am soon kneeling on some pillows, with my head on a blanket,ass up and presented for Mal. My robe is short enough that it has slid down, revealing everything Mal needs access to.
I hear him kneel behind me and a shiver of anticipation dances through me. My cock is already hard. My nipples peaked. My body and soul are in complete alignment, both wanting what Mal is about to give.
I truly don’t think he is going to punish me for running away. It is confusing and bewildering, but I’m overjoyed by it, nonetheless.
A warm, wet sensation over my hole makes me squeal. He is licking me? I was not expecting that! Is he truly going to pleasure me with his tongue? A whimper of need and yearning spills from my throat.
“Oh, do you like that, Little One?” he drawls.
“Yes,” I plead.
He laps at my hole again, and the sensation is exquisite. I cry out my pleasure and rock back into him. His confident hands take a hold of my hips and I understand. I am to take no more and no less than he chooses to give me. I must remain still for him.
His tongue is hot and oh so soft. It dances over my most delicate flesh. It seems to know exactly where to caress, where to flick, and where to drag to give me the most ecstasy. My fingers curl into the blankets beneath me. My muscles quiver and tremble. My lungs cannot find a rhythm. A strange keening noise is pouring from me. My cock is hot and throbbing, but all my attention is focused on my hole where Mal is lavishing me with attention.
His tongue goes around and around my hole. Over it. Beside it. My entrance flutters and softens for him. Finally, the tip of his tongue eases inside me. I can feel his warm wet heat breaching me. I sob. This feels wonderful. Physically and emotionally. No one has treated me with such care in forever. Theo always preferred to receive pleasure rather than to give it, and I delighted in feasting on his carnal ecstasy.
Being pampered like this is intoxicating. It could so easily become addictive. My new obsession.
Mal’s tongue sinks deeper into me. It feels so damn good. So soft, gentle and tender. This doesn’t feel like sex, it feels like making love. A broken sob wracks my body. My face is wet with tears. Mal continues to gently fuck me with his tongue. Wet heat sliding in and out.
My orgasm comes out of nowhere. Immense and all-consuming. It rips through my body like a fierce wild fire, burning every part of me. Leaving every molecule shining brightly.
I collapse bonelessly onto the blankets and pillows beneath me. Mal leans over me. His body emitting fierce heat. His cock nudges at my entrance and gently sinks in. I’m too soporific to do more than moan weakly. He thrusts and I rock. I’m like a rag doll for him to use. It feels peaceful and calm. He is going to give me his seed, and I don’t even have to work for it.
He goes still. He grunts. Wetness floods my insides. A good sized load. Delicious. The ether of his gift seeps into me. Now I am sated in all ways. Full and content. Just a strange niggling hunger remaining, but it is easy to ignore.
A sleepy purr rumbles out of me. Mal chuckles and strokes my back. He pulls out but soon there is a warmed plug pushing into me. Keeping his seed exactly where I want it. Even more thoughtfulness from Mal.
He lies down beside me and pulls my lax body into a spoon against his firm chest. My purr grows louder. He kisses the top of my head, and I float away to sleep.
Chapter sixteen
It is just before dawn. I’m in my hammock. Mal is sleeping in his bed. I was asleep a moment ago. What woke me? Everything feels quiet and calm.
Another strand of lust coils deliciously in the air. Someone nearby is having very joyful sex. The feel of it is enticing. This is what has woken me.
I look over at Mal’s sleeping form. He still hasn’t punished me for leaving to find Theo. And that was days ago now. Does that mean he won’t mind if I go elsewhere in the house? I’ll still be on the property.
I think it’s okay. Silently, I climb out of the hammock and follow the tantalizing scent. It doesn’t take me long to find the source. It’s coming from the contraption at the back of the house. A big square thing on wheels. The others call it a motorhome. It is where the mage who empties Pink’s magic resides. And they are both in there right now, having a lot of fun.
I sit down on the dewy grass right outside the motorhome and make myself comfortable. I pull my knees up close to my chest, rest my chin on them, and wrap my arms around my legs.
The lust and desire spiraling through the air is wonderful. I pull some of it into me. A tasty little snack. Like a human sucking on a boiled sweet. Flavorful but no sustenance. Still fun though. So I do it again. Savoring the different aromas.
Two orgasms spill out into the twilight air. One after the other in quick succession. Pink’s magic loosens, and the mage draws it into himself. The transference is complete.
I’ll wait here in the hope that they will go for another round or two.
A short while later, the door opens and Pink steps out. Well, that is disappointing. The tiny human heads towards the house, not really looking where he is going. He nearly steps on me and then yelps in fright.
“Gray! You frightened the life out of me!”
