“You like it,” he hummed approvingly. “Admit it, you like me nibbling on your cute little tits.”
The vibration from his words resonated through my chest with a wave of desire. He looked up into my eyes, watching my face while playing with my nipples.
“Let me see how much you like it.” He slipped a finger between my thighs to find me dripping wet already. “Beautiful,” he murmured, spreading my arousal over my clit. “Just what I thought. You like having my big hands all over your nimble little body, don’t you, my sweet thing?”
“You talk a lot…” I managed to squeeze out breathlessly between the needy whimpers as he slipped a thick finger deep inside me.
“It’s because Ifeela lot when I’m with you,” he explained. “Would you rather I fuck you in silence?”
The word “fuck” struck me as crass. Coming from him, however, it sounded illicit, naughty, and irresistibly arousing.
“No… Don’t stop. Keep talking. While you still can,” I added with a wicked grin and yanked at the laces of his pants.
“Khala.” His voice dipped with warning. “Don’t start something I won’t be able to finish.”
“Why won’t you?”
“I…I won’t fit in here.” He circled his finger inside me, eliciting another moan of pleasure from me. “There is just no way.”
It wasn’t fair. I wanted to share the pleasure he was giving me. But he had a point. I’d seen his beast of a cock. The thought of jamming it inside me made my inner muscles clench with dread.
“Let me finish it for you then.” I untied his laces, unleashing his monster cock.
It sprang free. Thick, long, and covered in bulging veins, it truly looked like a beast that belonged with all the terrifying swamp monsters I’d seen in the Wetlands.
The sapphire glistened against his dark-green skin. The golden setting of the ring caught my attention. It wasn’t solid, I realized, but made of elongated links that circled Grat’s cock at the base, overlapping each other like a tight chain. When the cock swelled with erection, the links shifted further away from each other, giving room to accommodate his impressive girth.
“This is a genius design,” I marveled, sliding my fingers around his cock to fully appreciate the mechanics of the ring. “That’s why you can wear it permanently, right? You don’t ever take it off, do you?”
Grat tensed under my touch.
“You’ll be the death of me, girl,” he gritted through his teeth with a tortured groan.
“Oh.” I jerked my hand away. “Would you rather I don’t touch you?”
“I’d rather you’d never take your hands off me. I’d give up the fucking ring and everything else I own if you just keep touching me like that, my sweet.”
I wrapped my fingers around his cock again, leaning closer.
“I don’t want you to give up your ring,” I murmured. “You seem to like it.”
“You know I like pretty things.” He glanced down at the giant sapphire decorating his cock. “Its color matches your eyes.”
“How romantic,” I laughed, squeezing my hand slightly to test the resistance of his massive member.
He breathed harder, straining his muscles.
“You’re awfully quiet now, sweetie pie,” I teased again. “What happened? Can’t keep up anymore?”
I wiggled my hips, rubbing myself on his fingers.
He smirked and pinched my clit, making me yelp.
“You may not be an apewoman, but you are a wild one, aren’t you? I bet I’ll get you off in no time,” he boasted with a cocky arch of an eyebrow.
“Or maybe I’ll get you off first?” I squeezed his cock harder, sliding my hand down its hot length.
Grat growled deep in his throat. With an arm around my waist, he pressed me to him. His finger curled inside me, rubbing against a spot I didn’t know could feel so amazing. Sweet pleasure flooded my lower belly, feeling almost tangible in its intensity.
