She is tight. So tight and blazing hot and I am lost. I thrust my tongue into her in slow, deep, rolling strokes, my mouth sealed over her, drinking the water she is sharing with me like the precious hydration it is. Every whimper she makes feeds the fire. Every tug on my mane makes both shafts throb with desperate, aching need.
I find the swollen spot at the top of her slit with the flat of my tongue and grind against it.
“Kol.” Her voice shudders above me. Her hips are rolling against my face, her body riding my mouth. “Kol, I’m going to...”
I snarl against her slit and grip her hips harder, pulling her tighter to my mouth.
She collapses against my mouth with a scream that echoes through the cavern, her thighs clamping around my skull. Her fingers yank my mane so hard it sends a bolt of raw, searing pleasure straight down my spine to the base of both shafts, just as her knees buckle.
I catch her. My claws slide from her hips beneath her thighs and I stand in a single, fluid motion, lifting her off the ground. She is limp in my arms as I carry her to the furs and lower her down onto the thick hides.
I set her on her back, her dark mane curling around her shoulders and her skin glowing with moisture and heat. When her thighs fall open, I freeze above her.
She is still wet. The glistening slick coats the swollen folds between her thighs, and the sight of it roots me to the stone.
Water is survival. Every drop is rationed, hoarded, fought over,bledfor. My warriors have killed for a single mouthful.
And she ismakingit. Forme. Her body is producing this slick, sacred abundance, and it is pooling between her soft thighs like an offering I have not bartered, bled, or earned.
I lower my head and press my open mouth against the inside of her thigh, tasting the salt and sweetness there, dragging my tongue through the wet trail of it. She shivers beneath me.
“Kol.” Her voice is soft. Steady. “Come here.”
I lift my head. She is looking up at me with dark, burning eyes and no fear. She reaches for me, her small hands curling around my jaw, and pulls me down over her body.
My chest presses against hers. The contact is so much skin, so much heat, that a tremor rips through my entire frame. Both shafts are trapped between us, throbbing against the soft, slick heat of her, and I do not know what to do with them.
I do not know what to do with any of this.
I have led armies. I have carried dying warriors in my arms. I have made decisions that ended lives and started wars. But I have never beeninsideanother body. I have never had the parts to try. Every nerve ending is new and screaming and I am shaking above her like a hatchling in its first dust-storm.
Eh-ree-kah reaches between us. Her small, soft digits wrap firmly around the thicker, ridged shaft.
The sensation is so staggering that a strangled sound tears from my throat. My entire body jolts, a fresh rush of slick climbing to the tip. Her thumb drags across the dense ridges, and my hips buck.
“Easy,” she murmurs. She adjusts her grip and strokes once, slow and firm, from root to tip.
My arms buckle. I barely catch myself on my elbows. The pleasure is so sharp and foreign it feels like being stabbed. My claws punch straight through the furs and score the stone beneath.
“Eh-ree-kah.” My voice escapes strangled.
“I know.” She guides the swollen head to her entrance. The slick, scalding heat of her presses against the tip, and every muscle in my body seizes. “Push forward. Slow.”
She guides me forward, and I push.
The tight ring of her body yields, and the head slides inside.
The world ends.
The wet, consuming heat of her is so perfectly tight around the sensitive ridges that every other thought in my skull goes silent and I can only feel. A grunt punches through my chest, my arms shaking so badly the furs are vibrating beneath us.
“More,” she breathes. Her legs wrap around my hips, her heels pressing into the small of my back. “Keep going.”
I push deeper. The ridges catch against her inner walls, each one dragging through the tight heat with a friction that makes my jaw clamp shut. She gasps beneath me, her back arching.
I instantly freeze.
Terror spikes through my chest. I slam my forehead against hers, my breathing ragged. I am too big. I am hurting her.
