He moans as I rub soothing circles into his back. I take my tail in hand, smoothing lube over it before bringing it to his rim. He pushes back, and I hold his hips still while pushing inside him. I fill him slowly, inch by inch.
“Do you feel my tail stretching you open, my dirty little witch? Are you a whore for my tail?”
“Yes, it’s so thick,” he exhales as I push further inside him. “More, more, more.”
I pull out, much to his dismay, then slide back in. His back arches as he meets my thrust.
I spank his ass, reveling in how his hole strangles my tail. “You’re such a greedy little whore. Just wait until my cock splits you open.”
I ghost over a spongy, soft spot inside him and he tightens around me again.
“Yes,” he gasps as I spank his ass a second time. “Fuck, fuck fuck! I’m so close!”
I pull out. The first time I make my summoner come, it’ll be around my cock.
Moving him over, I sit with my back flush to the headboard and my legs spread open. I motion for him to kneel between them.
“Take me into your mouth and swallow me—get me wet.”
He licks his lips, then lowers himself and wraps them around the head. He sucks me into his warm, wet mouth little by little, until he can lick the underside of my cock.
Groaning, I thread my fingers through his ashy blond hair, giving it a slight tug. I sit back and let him work me over at his own pace. His head bobs up and down in a steady rhythm as he sucks me in.
“Go down as far as you can, summoner. Feel my demon cock hit the back of your throat.”
With wide eyes, he relaxes his throat and takes me deep. He grabs my hand, placing it on his head. I push down until he gags. His spit coats me, dripping down to my knot.
“Fuck, Ambrose,” I growl as he rubs his hand over my knot, squeezing it gently. “You’re driving me insane. I’m trying to be gentle with you.”
He pops off, giving me a mischievous grin I’ve never seen before. The way the firelight dances off his face, highlighting his puffy lips and wet eyes, is so beautiful.
“Who said I wanted you to be gentle? I told you to ruin me, demon. Don’t you want to please your summoner?”
“Little witch, you asked for it,” I growl as I grab his hips and pull him into my lap.
I line myself up, catching myself on his rim. He presses himself down, taking me slowly. His ass sucks me up greedily with little resistance. I press down on his hips, and when my knot bumps against his ass, I unleash the beast I’ve kept under control for his sake. I dig my heels into the bed, bouncing him up and down with one hand steadily holding his hip and the other on his shoulder. He moans like a cockslut, taking every thrust and babbling for more.
My summoner is insatiable. Greedy. Just as hooked on me as I am on him. I pull him closer to me, catching his lips in a succulent kiss, then biting his bottom lip. His blood is warm and spicy, like cinnamon and clove. I lick the last couple of droplets as I thrust up into him, hitting that sensitive spot inside him. His eyes roll back into his head and I use the opportunity to work my way inside his mind again.
You look beautiful slamming down on my cock, little witch. Taking me inside you,I mentally link him.How do you feel?
So. Fucking. Good,he thinks as he takes deep, heaving breaths.
I can feel myself getting closer to my own release, so I push his hips down harder, until my knot is battering his rim. When he comes all over my stomach and chest, I push down as hard as I can, wedging my way inside him. My knot swells, joining us together and trapping my cum inside him. The knowledge that I’m claiming him from the inside out—painting his most intimate place with my seed—makes me fucking feral. I dig myteeth into his shoulder, clamping down on his skin and magically willing the wound to leave a scar.
It shall be a permanent mark, so everyone knows who Ambrose Stone belongs to.
He runs his fingers through my hair and makes a groaning, keening sound that has my cock pulsing inside him.
Recalling my shadows, I let his eyes readjust to the light. Leaving his mind is hard—I’d stay forever if he’d let me—but I sever the connection between us. I release his shoulder and pull him into me, littering his face and neck with kisses. I kiss each bite mark from earlier, licking over them like a crazed, possessive bastard.
“Ciarán?” he murmurs.
The high I ride crashes when I hear the exhaustion in his voice. Was I too rough with him?
“Yes, summoner?” I reply, searching his face for any sign of unhappiness or unwanted pain.
“That was….amazing.” He buries his face into my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my neck as he breathes heavily.
