Rosier growls, and his head rolls back into the mattress. “I’m close–” He curses, and I smile. His grip tightens around my neck. “Fuck, Minnie, look at what you do to me.”
He releases me, and I gasp, a tingling wave of relief flowing from my head down the rest of my body. The relative peace only lasts a moment, though, before Rosier pushes me back down onto the bed with him on top of me.
It’s his turn to move his hips, grinding against me slow but deep. He dips his head between my neck and shoulder and bites down. I scream, a mix of fear and pleasure, his fangs piercing my skin like needles.
“Rosie, please!” I don’t know if I’m asking him for more or asking him to be gentle. Either way, his teeth release me, and he starts sucking at the wound, sure to leave a nice frame for his mark.
He grunts against my skin and warmth fills my cunt. I gasp and cling to his shoulders, pulling him closer to me as he finishes inside me. We both shudder in the aftermath. “Don’t pull out–please,” I whimper, my bottom lip trembling.
Rosier’s cheek rests against my shoulder, and he pushes some sweat-laden curls from my forehead. “You want me to stay inside?” he asks. His voice is heavy with lust, but there’s a hint of genuine confusion as well. He runs his nose along my neck. “What is it, my Queen?”
I try and fail to avoid his gaze. “No one’s ever finished inside me,” I admit.
Rosier hums with pride. “You really are mine completely. Body and soul, cunt and mouth…” He kisses the underside of my chin. “The only one to fill you like this. No wonder no man could satisfy you. Your needy cunt wanted this, didn’t it?” I bite my lip as he says, “Just aching to be fucked and filled. I’m going to pull out, Minnie.” I whimper, and he shushes me. “I promise you, I will give you pleasure.”
I nod, trusting him completely.
He pulls back, his textured length making me moan as it leaves my body. Within seconds, his face is between my legs and his forked tongue deep inside me. I gasp and reach for the back of his head. Rosier’s nose rubs against my clit as his tongue slides deeper inside me, deeper than should be possible. I realize he must be tasting the both of us, his cum mixed with mine. I want more of him, grabbing the base of his horns to pull him closer to my cunt. Rosier makes a little sound of surprise followed by a deep chuckle as he continues to dine on my cunt.
“Y-you’re so good at this,” I moan.
Why didn’t I sit on his face as punishment when we were on the Mortal Plane? I suppose there’s plenty of time for that now… and he’s got that long, forked tongue to tease me with.
“You like my cunt, Prince?” I ask, and Rosier moans in reply. I crane my neck to look down at him. “You like cleaning me up after ruining me?”
His yellow eyes snap open, and he looks at me with reverence.
“Take responsibility.” My head spins, making it hard to speak “For what you do to me.” The image of half his face shoved between my legs, using his horns like reins, is one I never want to forget.
His tongue darts in and out of me, and another orgasm builds inside me, this one culminating in a scream of pleasure. My thighs crush Rosier’s head as I call out his name over and over. I’m so wracked with pleasure that I hardly feel him bite the soft inside of my thigh, the sharp pain complimenting my pleasure well.
My body relaxes, but Rosier stays between my legs, kissing and lapping at the fresh wound between my legs. I look up at the ornate ceiling, a mosaic of uncut gemstones.
“You taste amazing…” Rosier whispers.
“Are you… talking about my blood or…?” I’d hesitate to say “my cum” under any circumstances, but my brain is so foggy with lust that it’s nearly impossible to form sentences.
The bed creaks as he crawls to lay beside me. Something wraps around my hips, but I can feel both his hands around my shoulders, one hand resting on my breast. I glance down and see it’s his tail. Once I’m properly tied to him, he presses his chest against my back. He kisses my shoulder, sore from his bite and hickey. As I lay there, my body starts to ache more and more.
“I don’t know if I’m going to be able to walk tomorrow,” I lament.
“We won’t leave the bed.” I huff, and he adds, “I’ll carry you, Anything for you, my Queen.” His arms slide down my body resting on my stomach above his tail.
I start to fade as he whispers sweet nothings in my ear. I don’t process his words at first, and even when I do, I doubt if I’ve heard him correctly.
“My body and soul. My cunt and mouth. My Queen, my Minerva.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY
MINNIE
It would’ve beennice to wake up slowly, to take in our first morning together.
Instead, we’re both woken up to a shrill screeching in Lithobates’ unmistakable voice. “MY PRINCE!” He clops over to the bed, wringing his rat hands and pacing back and forth like his heart will stop if he stops moving. “MY PRIN–”
“Shut. Up.” Rosier curses before burying his face in my neck. “I’m going to punt him through a window…” he grumbles against my collarbone.
“I won’t stop you,” I admit as I reach back to touch his hair.
