I planted my hands on the trunk on either side of her head, her scent ensnaring my senses beyond reason. “Are my horns too rough for you, princess?”
Slowly, she lifted a hand. I curled my head downward, bringing my face closer to hers, our breaths mingling. She traced her fingers along one of my horns. I had no sensation there, but still, it pulled a groan from me when she touched me with such reverence.
“I like the roughness of them.” Her eyes were so wide, searching, seeking, and full of desire, her fingers curling tightly around one horn, her feline gaze sliding back to mine. “I like the roughness of you.”
“That is good to hear, princess,” I purred softly, leaning closer to her pale throat. Grazing my nose along her silky skin, I begged, “Let me taste you, Jessamine.”
I gripped her waist with one hand, careful not to curl my claws into her dress and flesh. I wanted to tear her clothes off and mount her right here on the fucking forest floor. The thought was a maddening temptation.
“Yes,” she answered so softly I might not have heard her if I wasn’t a beast fae.
Growling, I opened my mouth on her delicate throat, careful not to bite, sucking and licking my way down to the curve of her shoulder.
“Fucking hells, female.” My cock grew hard as stone the instant I tasted her, my mouth watering for more. So much more.
She kept one grip on my horn, her other hand clutching my bicep, her blunt nails digging into my skin. I got even harder. A new scent wafted in the air, her arousal. I was undone. Sinking to my knees, I gripped her hips and inhaled the sweet, musky scent of her, wanting to drown in this insane desire that gripped me with an iron fist.
Before I realized what I was doing, I had loosened the lacings of the slits in her dress and was pushing up her skirt. Her arousal was intoxicating, wetness glistening between her plump, pale thighs and on her thatch of hair as vibrant as the color on her head. Without thinking, I opened my mouth on her mound, drinking her in on a groan.
“Ah,” she made a little cry, thrusting her hips forward.
“Mmmm,” I hummed, laving her slit with my forked tongue, teasing her swollen nub.
“Goddess help me,” she gasped, gripping another horn with her free hand.
Sitting on my heels, I spread my knees and held her steady, needing to drink the sweetness of her fully.
“Lean back and lift this leg.” I helped her to bend her leg over my shoulder, which opened her even more to me.
Purring, I whispered, “Good girl, just like that.” Then I was licking and tasting, going mad with ecstasy.
She mewled and moaned, circling her hips, grinding her cunt against my mouth. It was beyond the most heavenly thing I’d ever experienced.
Jerking open the lacings of my trousers, I pulled out my cock, squeezing it on a long stroke.
“Oh,” she whispered.
I pulled back to look up at her while she still held my horns for balance, something obscenely satisfying in it. She stared down where I gripped my cock, her eyes heavy and pupils dilated with desire, her mouth fallen open.
My voice hoarse and gruff, I told her while stroking myself, “You look as if you’ve never seen a male’s cock.”
“I haven’t,” she murmured softly.
My hand froze mid-stroke. I let that information penetrate through the thick haze of lust and sink in, growling at the satisfaction of it. Hot yearning and a deep ache took hold of me.
With her thigh over one of my shoulders, her cunt spread for me, I slid my hand at her waist up to her breast and squeezed, pinching the tip between my thumb and forefinger.
“Ah!” she cried, her luscious mouth falling open as she watched me, her skin beginning to glow, taking on the luminescent colors of the syrenskyn. Her magick responded to desire.
I encircled my fingers around her knee at my shoulder to keep her there and leaned forward to suck her sweet cunt. Within seconds, she was writhing and grinding herself on my mouth. I hummed with pleasure at how quickly she was coming undone for me, flicking her nub with my tongue and sucking, tugging gently on it, while stroking my cock harder and faster.
“Oh, gods,” she groaned, her skin radiating brighter, her body thrusting harder against my mouth, one of my fangs catching on her cunt lips. Rather than jerk in pain, she pulled on my horns, guiding my face closer before she began to scream with an orgasm. I slid my tongue inside her, relishing the tightening of her cunt as she climaxed.
My reward was a flood of her juices which I drank, licking up every drop. I purred with contentment at her wild release. When the throbbing subsided and her breathing eased, I sat back, my cock painfully hard and erect.
She panted softly, staring down between my legs. Without a word, I stood before her. “Slide to your knees for me, Jessamine,” I told her bluntly, needing to fill that sweet mouth.
If she’d never seen a male’s cock, then she’d definitely never done this before. I was too far gone to wonder if this might be scary for her in some way. Desire was a white-hot flame licking up my spine. And I needed to empty my seed inside of her, specificallyher.
