I want to treat her like the fragile human she is, but I know she’s stronger than any normal human.
She may have been born a hunter, but she was made for me.
I begin pumping into her, faster with every encouraging whimper she gives me. The vibration in my tail’s tip amps up, and her scream is muffled by my cock inside her mouth.
Taking hold of her now loosened ponytail for leverage, I piston my hips, fucking her face until her body shakes with an orgasm.
I'm quick to follow, grunting as my cum spurts down her throat.
She swallows every last drop.
Farrah collapses to the floor, breathing heavily. A sheen of sweat lingers on her brow. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks painted red, and her hair is a ratted mess.
I smirk, proud of how well I fucked her mouth.
Lying down next to her, I take her hand in mine.
“Your tail is better than my vibrators.”
I chuckle. “Thank you?”
“It’s a good thing. My vibrators are the only thing that can make me orgasm. Well, up until you and your monster cock.” She giggles. “Monster cock.”
She adjusts herself on the floor to cuddle to my side. I wrap my arm around her.
“I feel high. Not that I get high a lot. I have a few times. Sometimes I’ll buy gummies or edibles, especially if I'm exhausted and need a good night’s sleep. This feels similar.”
I rub my palm up and down her arm. We’re still dressed, aside from me being sans pants, which have been kicked to the other side of the kitchen.
“Being apart from you so soon after completing the bond means it’s working extra hard to solidify. It means everything between us is amplified. So that high feeling is a side effect of a fated mate orgasm.”
“That’s a thing?”
I hum in answer and kiss the top of her head.
The soft pad of paws on the wooden floor alerts me to Potato in the room. He sits in the living area, staring at us.
Judging us.
“I think your cat watched you give me a blow job.”
Farrah chuckles. “Are you weirded out? Or does he still scare you?”
I scoff. “I’m not scared of cats. I just don’t trust them. Also, their little razor-sharp claws can do some major damage.”
Farrah lifts her head, amused. “You literally have bigger claws AND longer fangs. I think you could hold your own in a fight against Potato.”
The cat must be bored with the sex-crazed mates on the floor because he walks away and jumps onto the top shelf of his tower.
“How do your wings work?” Farrah asks, pulling my attention away from the trickster cat. “And your tail… how the hell does it vibrate? Your cock’s base is different. Is that because of the knot? How exactly does it work? I’ve only read about it in books, so is it the same?”
The questions come in rapid fire. I smile because she’s just so freaking adorable.
“We sure have a lot to talk about, don’t we?”
Chapter 15 – Farrah
Before I could ask Locheran questions, and I have a lot, he insisted on feeding and hydrating me. Especially after I told him the last time I ate was around noon when I made a sandwich with some chips.
