Each one was like beautiful torture, making his cock jerk and thicken further in tandem with her ministrations.
“The bedroom,” he grated out with his feet moving quickly.
“Why? I was happy to ride you on the couch.”
His muscles bunched when desire speared him in the gut so violently he considered ripping their clothes off right there in the hallway and ravishing her against the closest wall.
He didn’t. He somehow refrained.
But picturing her riding him like some feral, lusty woman for his cock nearly felled him.
“I have something else planned,” he said, his voice tight with strain, hoarse with need, and he had to stop himself from kicking down their bedroom door with haste. Instead, he opened it by pushing down on the handle with his tail.
He entered and almost tossed her off him to separate them before he lost his mind and pounced on her. Yet, as always, evenwhen he was quaking with need, he handled her with care and placed her on her feet next to the end of the bed.
A frown started to form across her dark brows, but she’d soon learn why he brought them here, and why he hadn’t tossed her on the bed and leapt on top of her... yet.
He forcibly steadied his hands as he grabbed the bottom of her shirt and bunched it in his fists. He dragged it up her body, revealing a gorgeous stomach glinting with a navel bar, then lovely breasts tipped with pierced, rosy nipples, before yanking it over her head.
Panting, she immediately searched for the bottom of his shirt so she could pull it off, and he helped her only because he’d want it gone for later. She also liked the view of him, and he wanted to be in his most attractive state for her. He halted her hands when she went for the button and zipper of his pants, though.
“Not yet,” he told her, his tail curling in disappointment at himself. “If you take them off, I’ll be inside you within seconds.”
Her black-painted lips pulled into a confused pout. “Isn’t that the point?”
His throat was thick with emotion as he shook his head, then curled his clawed fingers into the waistline of her pants. He’d unsheathed them again since she seemed to prefer them except for when he was touching her while reading – apparently it was too overstimulating and distracting.
He drew her pants down her legs and offered his other hand for her to hold to stay balanced.
Then his witch was naked before him, and Vorg’s mouth watered. His dick strained against his jeans, so desperate and angry for release from its entrapment that it’d burst the zipper at any point.
Skylar was much shorter than him, and so much smaller, so fragile. Her average weight had curves to it, revealing anarrow waist, wide hips, and toned legs. Her arse was soft and big enough for him to nearly hold in two hands, and her tits, although moderate in size, were just so fucking breathtaking that he wanted his mouth around one right now.
He wanted to lick every inch of her, like he’d already done a few nights prior.
Her nipple bars glinted in the glow from the bedside table lamp, as did the gem on her hanging navel bar, and they merely added to her allure. Although it was a new development, she was cute and naughty enough to begin styling the hair on her pubic mound with a heart just for him.
He’d been fuckingecstaticwhen he’d discovered it.
Still holding her hand, he was happy she didn’t feel insecure in her nakedness with him and hadn’t attempted to cover herself while he looked his fill.
She gazed up to him with so much trust that Vorg knew he was unendingly lucky this witch had been the one to accidentally conjure a metamorphic being such as him.
With nothing but a thought, he cast a spell upon the floorboards and carpet that spanned around the bed. A blue ring of light formed a wide arc around her feet, just as a glowing appendage emerged from the ground like a creature breeching the surface of water.
It slapped over her right foot, and she gasped and tore away from it before realising what it was. Another appendage breached the magic circle, then another, and before long, over two dozen were flailing through the air. Some wrapped around her feet, ankles, and calves as they grew in length.
The light coming from the magic circle dimmed, although it didn’t fade as the spell settled, and she stood in the middle of something that very much looked like his initial form.
“What did you first call me? Mr Tentacles?” he asked around heated breaths. “If you wanted tentacles, all you had to do was ask, rather than read about them. Next time, I might even morph into that form just so you can replay that night properly.”
He leaned forward when her breaths grew shallower, and he could practicallyfeelthe anticipation vibrating from her. The temptation to kiss her was intense, but he managed only to lower himself so he could whisper in her ear.
“However, this time I want to watch.” Unable to help it, he nipped the side of her neck with his teeth and fangs, and she moaned. He yanked himself back – he had to or else he’d ruin this and fall upon her. Still holding her hand, he demanded, “Now sit.”
Skylar didn’t even hesitate, and it only reconfirmed that she was perfect.
Slowly kneeling, she released his palm once she was settled and greeted the appendages of his spell with her hands. The ends directly in front of her licked against her palms, while others slid across her skin, some clinging and others caressing.
