Despite having shrunk back to his merely large size and looking more man than beast again, I still marvel at the differences between us. The texture of his white hair in my fingers is coarser than a human’s and twice as thick. The smooth velvet of his skin is glorious under my fingertips, and as he bites my nipple and then swirls his tongue over it soothingly I can’t help but be reminded of his sharp teeth.
One shove has my pants down, then he drops to his knees and fastens his mouth on my dripping core, pulling a volley of curses and gasps from my lips. The rapidly fading scientific part of my brain catalogs one more fabulous difference between us—that fucking tongue. Even with my legs trapped in my pants, he manages to snake it in one long lick from my back to my front.
My legs shake as he simultaneously pulses the base against my clit while the long tip works its way into my clenching opening. My desire drips down my thighs at the sensations that overtake me. This is yet one more thing that Ben had never wanted to do. So although my experience being on the receiving end of oral sex is pretty limited, I know there is no way this is humanly possible.
That knowledge coupled with the sensations has me climbing higher, cursing the pants tangled at my ankles that are preventing me from wrapping my legs around his head andriding his face. I groan in frustration which earns me a nip to my soft inner thigh.
I yelp in response, but he looks up at me, face shining with my arousal, and says, “What do you need,Sruhnar?”
I repeat the name back to him, questioning, “Sruhnar?”
He chuckles against me as he gently corrects my pronunciation, rolling the R softly. “My winter star.”
I hold his face in my hands, staring down into his eyes, pupils blown wide reflecting the night sky above us. “And what do I call you?”
He looks away for a poignant beat and then meets my eyes again, almost shyly, and whispers, “Eryon.”
I take care to pronounce it the same way, “Air-ee-on.”
It flows off my tongue suiting the mythical creature before me. At the sound of his name on my lips, he rises to take my mouth in what starts as a soft, sweet kiss. As his hands sweep over my body, I can’t help but wonder how long it’s been since he has heard his own name. The loneliness and longing for a kindred spirit resonates within my soul and pours out through my kiss.
The simmering intensity shifts until I’m frantically kicking at my pants which are hopelessly tangled over my boots. Quietly chuckling at my huffs of annoyance, Eryon hoists me up. I let out a gasp as my back scrapes over the cold stone behind me, but it turns to a moan as he simply loops my legs behind his head and settles my weight over his shoulders.
I marvel at his strength, the power of his arms and shoulders rippling and flexing beneath me as he dives into my core, feasting on me with barely constrained hunger. His mouth boldly explores every inch of my skin, drawing moans from my lips and leaving me breathless.
My arms fling wide both in surrender and exhilaration, the precarious height below me adding a delicious edge of fear tomy pleasure. I know he won’t drop me, and despite being anything but petite, he holds me like I weigh nothing.
When his long, thick tongue spears into my entrance, I cry out. Being surrounded by nature as the guardian of the forest itself gorges himself on the arousal dripping from my core wrenches a rolling orgasm from deep within my belly.
My thighs shake and toes curl as I ride wave after wave. When I can’t take any more I bury my hands deep into his hair and try to wrench his face away from me. I’m met with a fearsome growl and may as well have tried to push away the stone behind me, as unyielding as Eryon is.
With wide eyes I look down to where he continues to lap at my pussy. The sight of his tongue disappearing inside of me is so erotic and wickedly taboo I can’t help but stare. Another gush of arousal pulls a deep guttural moan from him, vibrating against my flesh. Watching his sharp teeth graze my skin as he devours me has me grinding my hips harder into his face.
With his large calloused hands, he shifts his hold to my thighs and spreads me open even further. Never breaking our stare, he uses his long tongue to snake back to my ass, the probing lighting up erotic nerves I didn’t know existed.
When his tongue breaches me, I can’t help the squeal that escapes. I know it should be in shock, in reproach, but instead it turns into a deep moan as pleasure blooms within me. My pussy clenches at the emptiness, aching to be filled.
He buries his nose into my entrance, face flush with my body so my clit can grind into his forehead. The motion allows his tongue to slip further into my ass. I am so consumed with pure animalistic lust, I would have ground my flesh into the mountain itself at this point and not given a damn.
The sensations pulse and swirl together until a sudden deep pressure builds. He groans deep into me as I cry out and the vibration pushes me over the edge. As I feel myself coming, thepressure culminates in a gush of wetness shooting out of my sopping pussy, drenching his face.
“I—I’m so sorry,” I stammer out, mortified that not only did I just squirt for the first time ever, but I did it directly into his face.
Eryon pulls back to look at me. But instead of the disgust I expect to see, he tips his head back and groans a deep guttural sound. He lets my body slide down the wall so I am pinned between him and the mountain, legs still tangled in my pants looped around his body.
Meeting my eyes, he flashes me a wicked smile, more teeth than lips, and says slowly, “You marked me.”
“I know, I’m so sorry,” I whisper from behind my hands as I hide, cheeks flaming with embarrassment.
He shoves them away to stare into my face. He drags a hand down his, scooping up the wet mess. He looks from his hand, dripping with my juices, back to me and then slowly and purposefully rubs it down his neck, over his chest, down those damn abs, and wraps it around his massive erection.
Face ecstatic, eyes unfocused, he repeats the process a few more times, spreading the liquid down over his velvet skin to the very tip of his cock. I watch in fascination, following the path of his hand over every rippling muscle and very closely as he coats his epic dick. It grows before my eyes, pulsing with engorged veins until I can feel the heat radiating off his body.
“My turn,” he says darkly.
Reaching behind him, he shreds my pants, freeing my legs and claiming my lips in a brutal kiss. I can taste my orgasm lingering on his lips and tongue. I thought we had kissed before, but I realize,thisis what a kiss with him is really like.
He explores every inch of my mouth, licking up into my palate, sucking my lips into his mouth, savoring every texture and contour. Emboldened, I lick into his mouth, running my much smaller tongue along his silky lips and the tips of hissharp teeth. I can only explore a fraction, but everything in my reach is fair game.
