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Drasuk
I can tell she just made some sort of important realization, and I hold myself still, pushing back the need to ask.
Or worse, the need to draw her attention back to me.
Not that I don't like it, but only the weak demand a female tuck in her tail and wings instead of taking up all the space she needs. Deserves.
It's enthralling to see her independence. Her aggression and fire. The pleasure of it shivers along my hide.
I especially love when she looks at me like she is right now, her expression shifting from introspective to voracious. It has my cock throbbing and pushing out again in mere moments. I move a hand to lift her, but she smacks it away.
"Overbearing Drasuk can play another time. It's my turn," she barks out at me.
I trample my answering aggression and need to display my dominance before it can rise to her challenge, intrigued to see what she has planned.
She wriggles down, I assume to return to our fun from earlier, but confuses me when she just keeps moving. Then her mouth is on me, taking me back to the brief touches of her small pink tongue I allowed before almost losing control of my seed at the hot spring.
I let out a hiss when she takes me in a firm grip, then a groan when she drags her tongue all the way up the length of me, swirling it along each of eddy of my nodules until I can't breathe. I barely hold back when her hot mouth opens and sucks on the tip, entering a trance as she alternates her movements to drive me toward release.
I try to pull her up to me with my tail, to ensure she gets her own pleasure before I lose control, but she growls at me.
"I want your seed all over me, Drasuk."
My forehead spines shift in shock. No female would ever agree to such a waste. It would mean extending the breeding contact.
Then I remember that she's not a drak and I'm even more thankful she's human. Small, fierce, and all mine.
Then she's back to sucking on me, her hands twisting along my member in the most delicious slide, ever increasing in speed. The vibrations of her moans are making me pant.
My head falls back, my neck no longer capable of holding it, my eyes shut tight as I feel the build of pressure right under where she is moving her dexterous, glorious hands.
It only takes a scrape of her teeth against my already swelling head to make me lose control. I manage to make my head lift just in time to see her position herself over me, so my seed pumps between the globes of her chest.
Then I lay there, dazed, as she wipes it across her breasts with one hand, then down her stomach. Her other hand is exploring the rapidly swelling expanse of my knot, while she bites her lips.
I never knew something so erotic and pleasurable even existed as an option, not that I've done much in the way of research.
I am very glad I didn't, since it would have taken away the satisfaction of such a pleasurable discovery. And the opportunity to see that look on her face. The one telling me just how superior she is feeling right now that she was the one who introduced me.
She earned that look of pride.
"I have no words, little Kira."
"Never," she retorts with a laugh. "I don't believe it."
I start to speak, proving the truth of her words, but a new color at the end of her now much longer blue tail catches my eye and the words die on my tongue.
"Huh," she comments. "I guess you are."
After a beat, she realizes I'm staring at her newly grown manticorid venom spike, and she follows my gaze.
"Is that—?
"Yes," I breath out, my chest filled with an altogether unpleasant sensation.
Envy.
