I really hope he isn’t going to ask any more about my appalling dating history which is a series of terrible experiences best forgotten, culminating in a sexual experience which lasted less than thirty seconds.
“A male has put his cock in you?” Dante asks.
“Yes.”
Dante growls, his eyes distant, but he does not remove his arms from around me.
“I will find this male and tear it off,” he says, eventually.
“I wouldn’t bother. It was hardly worth looking at, let alone doing anything with.” I sigh.
“I don’t understand,” Dante rasps. “Do you still want this male and his cock?”
“No! No,” I exclaim. “It’s just…it wasn’t very big.”
Dante takes a step away from me. I guess I’ve overshared.
“With a Sarkarnii warlord, you do not need to concern yourself with size,” he growls.
His hand pushes at his crotch area, and through a slit which I haven’t ever seen before, he produces the most formidable weapon I’ve ever seen.
I don’t even want to hazard a guess at the length and girth. His cock is ridged on the upper side and studded with nodes on the underside. It runs with pearly pre-cum as he slowly fists it with a look of triumph on his face.
“Will my cock suffice?” he says.
“Will it suffice?” My voice is hoarse. “I have no idea how it will even fit!”
ROSALIE
Dante grins at me.
“You have no idea how much I have had to deal with my cock since I bit you, little flame,” he says. “It has gone off in my fist many times while I think of you.”
This warlord has absolutely zero filter, and I seem to have let him loose. Dante closes the gap between us, and as if it was waiting for this moment, or perhaps in surprise, my towel chooses to drop to the floor. It means I get an extremely hard appendage pressed against my stomach.
Dante puts one hand behind my head, tilting it up to him as he gently swipes his thumb over my lips, before dropping his head to press a kiss there. I taste him. The cum on his fingers from where he has been handling himself is salty sweet. His forked tongue does things in my mouth which shouldn’t be possible, but they are.
I am hot, not just because of the steamy environment, but because everything Dante is doing to me, despite his admitted inexperience, is absolute perfection.
“I need to taste you, all over,” he murmurs.
“More bites?”
Dante rumbles into my neck.
“No bites, just licks.”
He pulls the straps of my swimsuit from my shoulders, slowly peeling the garment from me. When my breasts appear, he makes a slow whining sound, and before I can say anything, his mouth is on a nipple, sucking and licking at it, making me moan and grasp at his hair. Dante rumbles over my sensitive peak, and his hands continue to remove the swimsuit until it drops to my feet.
I am bare before him, and Dante is on his knees, his hands grasping at my hips.
“You smell so good, little flame. You have always smelt so good,” he rumbles, his huge thumbs at my apex. “I need to eat you up.”
Without any warning, he shoves his nose into my crotch and inhales. I release a squeak of surprise and delight because almost immediately, he has lifted one leg up on his shoulder, and he has his tongue buried deep within me.
But it’s not enough. Dante wants more. I am helpless in his arms as he swipes me up, lays me flat on the warm, slightly spongy surface of the aquium floor, and really, really goes to town. Both hands are under my buttocks to make sure he can angle me any way he wants as he finds my clit and explores it.
With an accuracy I doubt any human man has ever obtained (and certainly not in my case), Dante nibbles and sucks on the sensitive nub until I can’t hold on any longer. My body contracts, my back arching and my pelvis pushing itself into his face as my cries ring around the vast pool area. I’m pulsing. I’m shuddering my climax everywhere without a care. Pure, simple pleasure plucked from me by a warlord who hasn’t ever done this before…
