“I want- I think I want-”By the Gods, please say what I think you are going to say.
“You want what, baby?” I’ll start begging soon if she doesn’t say it.
“I want you to fuck me.” My whole body reacts to her vulgar words. I groan and roll my hardness against her, fingers on both of my hands flexing against her soft flesh. She releases another whimper, and I can deny her nothing, but I’ll try one last time.
“I am not a gentle man. I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back with you,” I try to explain through my lust-addled brain.
“Well, see, that’s the thing. You’re not a man at all.” She stands, and I instantly want her back on her perch in my lap. She begins pacing, and I’m starting to get nervous. She wants me, and I crave her, so what else could she have to say? If she’s unsure, we should not do it. Once I have her, there will be no going back for us.
She bites the skin on her thumb before shaking her hands out, then kind of rubbing one over the other as if to soothe her nerves.
“Belissenda,” I start, “There is no need to do this. You are free to do as much or as little as you want with me. We can continue watching your show and I’ll keep my claws to myself.”
She looks at me like I’ve just uttered the most ridiculous words she’s ever heard, “Of course, I want this. That’s not a question. I just think… I just was thinking about what you said the other day. About how, like, your existence not being disclosed would make consent not real or whatever?”
“I’m not quite following. You are perfectly aware of what I am,” I search for clarity.
“Yeah. Right. Exactly. So like this person in front of me is not you. Not really.”She can’t possibly want-“So it wouldn’t actually be fair to you if we fuck with you like-” she gestures at my body, “this, right?”
“Well, that’s notexactlytrue. They are both me. The other one is justmoreme,” I explain, and she begins to respond, but I keep going, “But youwantmy true form?” I raise a brow at her.
Covering her face with her hands, she nods yes. I bark out a laugh in disbelief, “Oh, Little Dove, I should have known. You trulydoprefer monsters to men.” Allowing a growl to escape me, I stand and grab her face in my hands, tilting her up towards me, “If that’s what you want, I’ll gladly give it to you.”
“Really?” her whole face lights up with that familiar sordid anticipation I’ve grown to adore.
“Bel, there’s nothing I’d love more than to watch your pretty face morph with agonizing pleasure from trying to take all of me inside that little body,” I tell her, excitement growing in every breath. “You’ll squirm. And scream. You’ll cry so beautifully, and I’ll wring every ounce of ecstasy from you before you beg me to do it over and over again.”
With her face still cradled in my hands, I allow my body to grow to its true form, watching her expression drop into one of apprehension and wonder. The clothing I’m wearing rips against my skin until it’s barely hanging on by its last threads. Bel gazes up at me, and she looks so tiny right now that part of me wonders if she’s going to shrink away in fear and change her mind.
Instead of doing anything I expect, she pulls my hands off her face and uses them for stability as she steps onto the couch, bringing herself to my height. Then she slowly reaches out and runs a fingertip along one of my antlers, sending shivers down my spine and all the blood in my body rushing between my legs.
“Like velvet,” she mutters in awe.
“Explore later.” I grunt out, grabbing her by the back of her knees and slinging both legs around my waist, “I need you. Right now. Hold on tight.” She does as she’s told and grips my antlers with both hands, yelping in surprise. I nearly run us up the stairs toward her room, ready to lay claim to my sweet sacrifice and make her scream my name.
You Can Take It
Caspian
I move as quickly as possible, kicking open her bedroom door and throwing her onto the bed. She giggles and tries to roll off the other side of the bed to run, but I catch her by the ankle and drag her to me. Her deep red tresses create a waterfall of color as she’s brought closer to me.
Laughing, she kicks my hand and tries to crawl away again. She wants to play but I am in no mood. With a growl, I claw off the tiny bits of clothing hiding her from me, forcing a gasp from her lips. I crawl over her, pinning her legs down with mine, grinding against her. The only thing separating her from me is the threadbare remains of myjoggers,as she called them.
She moans at the feeling of me pressing against her, and the scent of her arousal fills my nostrils. Were I feeling less frantic, I’d take my time and explore every inch of her perfect skin, but I’m aching to have her wet warmth wrapped around me. We have all the time in the world to play and learn each other. Next time we have our third playmate, I’ll have him pin her arms and legs while I lick her all over.
She seems to be on the same page as me, pleading, “Please, Cas. I’ve been teased for days, I need you.”
“It’s not beingteasedif you’re getting all the orgasms you could ever want, My Dove.” I get up to my knees, straddling her legs, “Teasing is whatyouwere up to in those frilly little pajamas, rubbing yourself against me like a wanton whore.” She whimpers, looking up at me from her trapped position. I rip the last bits of my pants off and give myself a few slow tugs, watching for her reaction.
Her jaw drops as she eyes my cock, and I swear to the Gods her mouth is watering. “There’s no way that’s going to fit inside me,” she says quietly to herself.
With a laugh, I remind her, “Do not forget, I have seen your collection of toys, Bel. You can take it,” she nods, still unsure, “but first, I’m going to eat this little cunt until it’s soaked and ready for me.”
I drag the point of my tongue between her breasts, all the way up her neck, over her jaw, and shove it into her too-small mouth, nearly gagging her with it. At the intrusion, she moans and subconsciously pushes her hips up, seeking the friction she needs. As I thoroughly ravage her mouth with mine, I run a hand back down the trail I left with my tongue and roughly grab one of her tits. Using the claw on my thumb to rub little circles, I force more delicious, muffled moans to escape her.
After giving the other one the same attention, I start moving down her body, leaving sloppy kisses and gentle bites in my wake, careful not to scrape her with my antlers. Finally reaching my destination, I lift her legs up over my shoulders, baring her completely to me. I bury my face in her, inhaling her sweet honey and growling out my pleasure.
She releases a harsh sigh at the brief contact, already so wet and needy. I start with one long, teasing lick against her, beginning at her beautiful opening and ending with a small circle around her clit. Her little cry urges me on, so I repeat the motion. She’s fisting the sheets, trying to remain composed, but I need her as messy and feral as I feel.
