She held onto them and I hiked one of her legs over my shoulder, burying my face deep in her cunt. I slithered my tongue inside her, savoring the musky sweet flavor. Using my tail, I teased the tips of her nipples, alternating between fast and slow touches.
“Selvyn,” she moaned and rocked her hips.
“That’s right, ride my face. Scream my name while you come for me.”
I called to my magic, lighting up the tip of my thumb with a tiny flame, and ran it over Iris’s thigh. When I was certain it wouldn’t burn her, I slid my hand between her legs and flicked the warm pad of my thumb over her clit.
“Yes, Selvyn! Yes!” she cried out as she found her release, her body quivering from the force of her orgasm.
I continued to work her through it, gently brushing my tail over the peaked tips of her breasts, and lapping at her cunt until she stilled.
I’d have to use my magic more often.
“How was that?” I kissed her inner thigh before placing her leg back on the floor.
Iris released my horns and peered down at where I knelt before her. Her chest was heaving, and I gave her a smug smile–knowing just how good it was.
“You–you used your magic,” she panted and I gave a slow nod.
I stood up, my cocks pressing into her stomach from beneath my kilt. “Now that you’ve had a taste, do you want to see what else I can do with my magic, angel?” I ran my hand along the column of her neck, leaning in to whisper against the shell of her ear. “We can have some fun while I fuck your tight little cunt?”
“Yes.” She trembled and more of that thick, sweet scent curled up my nostrils.
I knew just what I wanted to do to her.
“Wait right here.”
Chapter13
Istood naked by the fire, watching as Selvyn exited through the front door of the cottage and out into the night.
Where was he going?
A loud crack sounded outside, the door and the windows of the cottage shuddering slightly.
Selvyn returned, the winter wind blustering at his back as he shut the door behind him. In one of his hands he heldsomethingwrapped in a length of linen.
He hid whatever it was he was holding behind his back. “Bend over and put your hands on the bed, angel.”
I sucked in a deep breath, positioning myself so I faced the frosted window pane with my hands gripping the edge of the bed.
I turned my head to watch him, but he tsked. “Forward, Iris.”
I complied, focusing my gaze on the pitch black night beyond the window.
There was the thud of his boots along the floorboards, followed by the heavy clanking of the belt that held up his kilt. I could feel the heat radiating off of his body as he stepped up behind me.
“Part your legs for me.” His rough palm slid over my backside and I arched into his touch, spreading my legs wide.
Selvyn’s warm fingers slipped between my legs, the clawed tips of his fingers trailing back and forth through my already wet folds.
I threw my head back with a breathy sigh and he laughed.
“More, angel?” he asked, and I nodded.
He pulled the warmth of his hand away, replacing it with the stinging kiss of cold.
“Ahh,” I moaned. “What is that?”
