“Rupert!”
He grabs my thighs and presses his tongue down harder, making my toes curl. Then he drags it upward to my opening, drinking from me like I’m a melting ice cream cone.
“So damnably good,” Rupert says, just before he returns to making loops around my clit. He flicks it, then circles again, and soon I’m mewling and grinding myself against his face.
“Please,” I find myself begging. “I need you. Please.”
One clawed hand grips my ass, and Rupert rises to his feet. Still holding me tight, so I can feel the sharp tips in my flesh, he nudges me open, then thrusts into me.
I gasp at how much tighter everything is in this position, and he halts partway, gripping me even harder.
“I can’t believe this little cunt can take me,” Rupertmutters, and I’m not sure if he’s saying it to me or himself. “Utterly perfect.”
Taking care not to go too deep too soon, he tests the waters until I’m used to him. It’s just as delicious of a stretch as before, and I tremble all over as he pushes in as far as he can.
“Fuck.” Rupert growls behind me as he pauses there. “I just want to let off in you over and over. Watch my cum drip from you. Smear it all over you so you smell like me.”
He’s talking so filthy, it turns me on even more, and I roll my hips forward against the bed so I can take him in again. I’m rewarded with a low moan, and then, Rupert’s instinct takes over.
He growls low in his throat and plunges into me, spreading me open for him. That ring buries itself deep, then pulls back out again in a feral rhythm. I grip the comforter, burying my face in it so it can swallow up my screams.
He takes me ruthlessly against the bed, snarling in a way he hasn’t before, raking his claws down my back with every stroke. I orgasm hard, so hard my head swims, but he isn’t done.
“More,” he says low in his throat. “Give me more.”
My body obeys, rocking in time with his, and then he nurses another, even bigger climax out of me. It’s like we were made to fit each other the way he stimulates every last part of me, his steadily growing roars driving me deeper and deeper into a pool of pleasure that never ends.
When he finally explodes, it’s an eruption inside me. Rupert climaxes with such ferocity that it nearly winds me, and his cum spurts out as he thrusts again, moaning with his own bliss.
After a moment passes, Rupert speaks.
“Peony?” He sounds different, more… human. “Are you all right?”
I moan, and he hastily withdraws from me, sending more of his cum spilling down my thighs.
“I-I’m fine,” I manage, crawling up onto the bed so I can finally relax my legs, which are shivering underneath me.
“Your back.” I turn around to find Rupert staring at me, horrified. “I scratched you.”
I reach around and smooth my hand down my spine. It doesn’t feel bad.
“Not a big deal.” I smile up at him. “It felt good, actually. I’m not bleeding or anything.”
Rupert shakes his head, though, like he doesn’t believe me. “I went too far. I hurt you. The… the monster hurt you.”
I frown at him. “What? You didn’t hurt me. Rupert, listen.” I take his hands in mine and tug him toward the bed, then down onto it with me. For a creature so big, he looks small. “You didn’t go overboard. It’s all right.”
“But what if it’s worse next time? What if I really lose control?” He balls his hands into fists.
“You won’t.” I sigh and pull his face into my chest. “And hell, so what if you do a little? That was some of the best sex of my life. I liked it.”
Rupert doesn’t move, but he doesn’t relax, either, as I stroke his ears.
“Try not to worry,” I tell him. “It’s all right to be yourself. I won’t break.”
I can see he wants to believe me, but he doesn’t. Not yet.
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