Her face flushes, and then her thighs fall open wider.
“Give me your tail, Bambi.”
“Thalún ves’vaira. Kae’sorin veskae. Virae’nai ves kai’morûn,”(Let it be sacred. Let her stretch without breaking. Let her core remember who she belongs to.)
22
THWIP
Andrik-
She called me Bambi.
She’s not disgusted by me. She’s not afraid. She wants this.
My tail moves before I consciously command it, sliding between us like it knows exactly what she needs. The black luminescent fur catches the firelight.
I drag it through herlunhae first, coating it in her slickness. She gasps, hips lifting.
“You feel so good, Andri.”
“Getting it ready for you, snowdrop.” My voice is barely mine anymore. “Need it slick so it doesn’t hurt when I stretch you open.”
I circle her entrance with the tip—slow, teasing flicks so she can feel the width of it. Letting her body decide if she can take this.
Her hands fly to my forearms, nails biting into fur and muscle.
“Inside,” she whimpers. “Please, I can take it.”
“Breathe for me,Saelûn.” I press just the tip inside. “Nice and slow. That’s mythal’kisha.” (Good girl.)
She inhales shakily, and I slide deeper—inch by aching inch.
Thrahk’nai. She’s strangling mythaekûr.(Tail.) Clenching so tight I can barely move, but her body keeps trying to pull me deeper.
The obscene sound of her wetness fills the circle—slick and desperate as I work myself deeper. She’s dripping around me, soaking the furs beneath her, and it’s the sexiest thing I‘ve ever heard before.
“Listen to that,Saelûn,” I rasp. “Hear how wet you are for me? How your body weeps to take me?”
Her head falls back, throat exposed to the stars as she moans. My fangs itch to bite her again.
“Look at you,kai’saela, taking mythaekûrlike your body was made to be opened by mine.” (Sweetheart.)
Velis’kai ves Saelûn.You feel like salvation.
I push deeper, watching her face—the way her lips part before she bites the bottom one, the way her brows pinch when I start to pull back.
Every thrust makes that wet, filthy sound—her body is so slick, I can barely control myself.
“More—” she gasps. I can take more—I need more?—”
“You sure,lûvenkae?” I curl my tail slightly inside her (Sweet girl.) “Because once I start stretching you properly, I’m not stopping until you’re ready for my cock.”
“Yes—I’m sure—I swear I can take it.”
My tail is so much thicker than my fingers, and I can feel every tremble, every pulse, every desperate attempt her body makes to adjust.
“You feel that,thal’kisha?” I whisper, barely holding back the growl. “How you’re squeezing me like you never want to let me go?”
