It blew my mind how attentive Coral always was to my responses, seeking new ways to please me instead of just taking what I had to offer. That’s stupid guilt attempted to rear its head again, but I squashed it. It was the oddest conundrum that makingherhappy simply required for me to let her bringmejoy.
But all such benevolent thoughts flew right out the window the moment she took me deep into her mouth and began to hum. The vibration would make me climax in no time, which was absolutely unacceptable. My woman would scream my name many times before I would find my own release.
Without even thinking, I summoned my fire and whipped out a fiery tentacle which I wrapped around her neck. It squeezed hard enough to make her gasp, stop, and peer up at me with a mix of shock and outrage. Obviously, I controlled the heat of the flame so that it didn’t actually burn and merely acted like a rope. But I intended to play with that a bit more shortly.
Eyes locked with her, I yanked on the fiery leash, forcing her to get back onto her feet. The bright light illuminating her face indicated that my eyes were glowing as I fed on her emotions. Before she could emit the slightest complaint, I crushed her mouth with mine, my tongue invading hers like a rampaging army. She melted against me, although her hand went straight back to my cock.
I allowed her to stroke me a few more times before I broke the kiss and emulated the attentions she previously gave me. I licked and laved her nipples, pinching and nipping at them just the way she liked. However, as much as my woman enjoyed getting her breasts fondled, having attention paid to her clit was what she truly craved. And I fully intended to deliver on that front.
I kissed my way down to her stomach, teased her outie navel, and then knelt before her to stare at my prize.
“I wasn’t done pleasuring you,” Coral muttered with half-hearted disapproval when I leaned forward to give her engorged little nub a lick.
I glanced up at her with an unrepented look as my fingers teased her seam, already glistening with her arousal.
“You can continue later. It’s your fault for tasting so damn good. And I am hungry. I must feast,” I said shamelessly.
I lifted her left leg over my shoulder and buried my face between her thighs. Coral’s hands immediately latched on to my horns. I fucking loved when she did that. I licked and sucked on her clit, her delightful moans filling my ears, and her pleasure washing over me in a steady flow that I greedily gorged on.
How could anyone taste so damn good? How could mere emotions fill me even more then draining someone’s lifeforce? And yet, with each intimate moment with my woman, her taste seemed to grow even more divine.
I devoured her with relentless hunger, my fingers dipping in and out of her until she started nearing the edge. I abruptly lifted her right leg to place it on my other shoulder. Coral gasped between two moans, her grip tightening around my horns in panic. She yelped when I rose to my feet, my tongue replacing my fingers inside her as I dipped it in and out in a frenzy.
She began gyrating, her legs shaking on each side of my face as her climax grew closer. I extend it a fiery tendril again, and this time used it to whip that scrumptious behind of hers. It washard enough for her to feel a pleasant sting, but nothing that would mark her flawless skin or actually inflict any type of pain.
Coral loved many aspects of BDSM, but she definitely wasn’t into pain or humiliation. She liked experiencing it on the lighter side. The trust with which she abandoned herself to my care did the most wondrous thing to me. It also made me feel even more protective of her. I wanted my mistress to fulfill every single one of her fantasies well feeling safe and respected.
By the emotions radiating from her and the voluptuous sounds tumbling out of her throat, my woman more than agreed with my ministrations. And too soon, she cried out, swept away by bliss. I continued to feast on her for a while longer, until she began to return to reality. Then, I pulled my tongue out of her and abruptly tossed her onto the bed.
Her startled scream as she flew through the air before landing on the soft cushion of the mattress resonated straight in my cock. It poked at the hunter that lurked deep within me. My female craved a bit of danger, which fed my own predatory tendencies. I whipped two fiery tentacles at her, grabbing her by the ankles, and yanking her towards the edge of the bed. She yelped again with a mixture of fright and excitement.
I deliberately took on my more demonic appearance, the frightening one I used when going into combat. Lethal spikes protruded from parts of my body, my mouth widened, my teeth extended into vicious daggers, while each of my horns split into two spears also covered in spikes. My eyes glowed with a terrifying red haze that would have any sane mortal run for their lives.
A shiver coursed through my woman. The sight of her essence trickling out of her sex exposed to my hungry eyes whipped my blood into a frenzy. As terrifying as she found my battle appearance, it turned her on so much that she was visibly getting wetter at the thought of what I would do to her.
She was fucking perfect.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered, my voice sounding doubled and otherworldly.
Another violent shiver coursed through her even as she complied. Although I had just spent a good while feasting on her, my mouth watered, and my cock throbbed watching her dainty fingers slip between her thighs. Watching her painted nails rubbing her clit had me on the verge of throwing myself on her before unleashing my passion.
I growled again and wrapped my hand around my cock, stroking myself almost brutally as she pleasured herself for me. She licked her lips in a slow and provocative fashion while fondling her breast with her spare hand.
My fiery tentacles tightened around her ankles, and I summoned a third one which slithered the length of her legs in a searing caress before probing her opening. Coral’s breath hitched as I started inserting it inside of her.
“Do not stop,” I snapped menacingly when the motion of her fingers rubbing her clit faltered.
Her body jerked in surprise. Eyes wide, she complied, the movement of her fingers accelerating in tandem with my tentacle thrusting in and out of her. The bolts of pleasure shooting out of her slammed into me in a steady flow as she wants more began to crest. The shadowy tentacle inside her swelled and ebbed, maximizing the sensation it procured with each stroke, and rubbing against her G-spot just the way it needed to.
Eyes closed, her breathing labored, my woman prepared to topple over. She was so damn beautiful, her lips parted, her skin flushed with pleasure, and her gorgeous face dissolved in an air of pure bliss. And then it struck her.
Coral threw her head back with a sharp cry as a second orgasm claimed her. Her hand tightened in an almost brutal grip over her sex while the other one fisted the blanket. Her body seized for a few seconds before relaxing. However, her head rolled from side to side on the mattress as she rode the waves ofecstasy, my tentacle making love to her prolonging her rapture a little longer.
As she slowly began to refocus on me, I pulled the tentacle out of her and started wrapping it all around her.
“What… what are you doing?!” Coral stammered when I tightly bound her.
“Binding you, my sweet, before I have my way with you.”
