“It only exists because of you.”
He’s said something like this before.
“And it wants to nudge between your spread legs, into your delicate human cunt. It craves to wield you until your sweet channel has no recourse but to accept it,allof it.”
My lips part.
“I have barely come to terms with this, this ferocious desire gnawing inside my gut. Thisneedthat urges me to claim you from the inside out—to never let you go.” His voice is hungry and edged with warning. “I am not a male of your world, Summer. I will not be like any male you know.”
I nod.
“I am not human.”
My gaze lingers on his horns, his wings. “I know.”
He squeezes my thighs. “If I enter you, I will be inside you forever.”
I lift a hand to my branded breast. “You’re already there.”
The corners of his lips lift. “I am.”
Lifting a hand from my knee, he hooks a single claw into my panties and shifts them aside. Cool air brushes my sensitive skin.
Spreading my legs further, digging the sides of them into the desk, his smile drops and so do his eyes. Staring at my exposed pussy, he groans, nostrils flaring again. I wrap my hands around his horns and lean back, leveraging, resting my feet on the hard edges of his upper wings.
His breath hits me first, and then his rigid tongue thrusts out to taste me.
He doesn’t lick me but jabs at my opening, thrusting directly inside of me. Tiny gasps tear from my throat as his tongue presses and prods, lodging deeper. Clamping around it, his mouth seals against my flesh, his face tight upon my sex. He sucks once and then stills.
To still my squirming, he grabs my butt, holding me firm while he does nothing else, his thick tongue tasting. Pinned upon it, I whimper and shake, trying to grind against him.
And then he jabs.
And jabs.
And jabs again.
I cry out, and his tail slips up my body, teasing my breasts as it approaches my mouth. He fills me there next, twisting his tail between my lips, plunging it in synchronicity with his tongue.
My body convulses. His tongue circles my inner walls, pushing against them. Screaming around his tail, I come hard, fighting my entrapment, kicking out, biting down on him. My hips shunt side to side, trying to dislodge him.
When his tongue slips out of me, I sag, heaving, his tail sliding from me too. He wraps it loosely around my neck as he peers at me.
“Again,” he demands.
I don’t have time to react before his tongue rams back into me.
He keeps my orgasm continuous, his focus honed like he knows exactly what I need. He gives me a moment to rest, only for his tongue to continue fucking me once more. Each time, he stretches at my inner walls, spreading them gently.
At another time, I’m lying across another table, at another angle, but I don’t remember when we changed positions.
I lose my panties but don’t know when. I’m down to one sock, then they’re gone completely.
Eventually, he releases me and stands overhead, his cock bobbing at eye level. He’s licking and fondling my breasts, playing with them like he’s just discovered them, fascinated by their softness. Languid with pleasure, my eyes hood and I let him do what he wants. Because everywhere he touches, penetrates, kisses, or licks, he leaves bliss in his wake.
His tongue tastes my inner ear, behind my knees, and at one point drifts over my clit, driving me once again to the brink. His fingers fill my mouth, his tail working my pussy as his hands palm my breasts, thumbs rubbing my nipples. He nips at my neck, caresses my brands, and brushes my hair with his claws.
I can feel how much he wants me without ever receiving what I really need.
