“Bite me, Sylvus!”
His possessive growl surges next to my ear, his claws tighten in my flesh, and his fangs sink into my skin.
The sensation is electric.
A cord of pleasure goes taut between his fangs, my breasts, and my clit, vibrating in escalating waves.
He moans against my skin as pulse after pulse of venom flows into me.
I don’t cum so much as I…ascend.
The thrusting of Sylvus’s cocks pushes me over the edge, and mind-melting pleasure slowly spreads from that immaculate stretch.
“Sylvus, oh god, oh?—”
Milk pours down my chest as Sylvus’s cocks thrust harder, melting my brain. Wave after wave of ecstasy grips me as heat pounds through my veins.
His venom sears his name, his soul into every cell of my body.
My heavy breathing gradually slows as my body relaxes, sinking into a warm, tingling pool.
Sylvus trembles and stills. His hot breath washes over my skin as he gently slides his fangs out, lapping at my skin until the bleeding stops.
This time, when he turns me around, he uses his paws and his hands, not his silk. I moan happily at the touch.
His hand slides behind my head, supporting it as he gently lays me back against the wildflowers.
He settles between my legs, and the pressure of his stomach against my cunt soothes me, drawing out my lingering pleasure.
Sylvus’s tongue finds my nipple, and this time, every sensation is soothing warmth.
My shaking hands settle over his neck and shoulders, and he gives a quiet moan, nuzzling into my breast.
I float in bliss, petting Sylvus’s hair. It’s so much softer than I expected—just as soft as his fur.
When he’s had his fill, he rests against my stomach.
“Sylvus?”
“Yes, Andromeda?”
“I hate to say it, but… I love you.”
He laughs and nuzzles into me, gripping my soft hip with his hand. “I love this…” A paw kneads at my thigh. “I love this…” He slides his cheek along my breast. “I love this…”
“And?” I fail to hide my smile.
He chuckles as his kiss softly brushes my lips. “And I love you.”
CHAPTER 9
SYLVUS
After she’s rested a while,I let her drink straight from my cocks. She’s earned it.
She behaves for me, so sweet and docile.
A precious gift.
