“If you touch me, I will spill, little mate,” he moans. “I need you so much. But first I have to pleasure you.”
His hands drag down my back and under my buttocks as he lifts my hips to his mouth, his forked tongue swiping between my folds and causing stars to fire behind my eyes.
“Dalox.” I flail my arms.
“Scream my name, little mate. Scream it as I make you come.”
Fangs nip at my clit and the tongue does things which have to be illegal somewhere as Dalox rips my climax from me, making me buck in his grip, shoving myself further into his face as I flood everywhere.
“So sweet.” Dalox licks his lips, the evidence of my pleasure spread over his face. “So perfect,” he growls. “I need you, Gillian. My Sarkarnii needs you.”
“I need you,” I reply, voice hoarse.
He lifts me up, turning me over, sliding me onto all fours. I feel him getting larger than ever. I feel his cock notch at my entrance, wet and slippery, and more heat blooms through me as I feel teeth scrape up my back.
“Such a good female,” Dalox growls. “Taking all of my cock.”
He thrusts, breaching my pussy and sliding deep, deep inside me. I feel every single node on his cock bumping through my channel until he bottoms out, only to withdraw and thrust once again within me.
“Such a pretty little cunt, stretched out around my cock,” he rasps. “And such a pretty little pucker too.”
Something teases at my bottom hole, something prehensile, soft, warm, and with a gentle push, it attempts to breach me.
“Would you like my tail too, mate?” he growls above me, a hand under my stomach, splayed out, holding me up as he continues to plunder me, so all I have to do is take him, let him make me his toy. I want to be his toy.
“Yes,” I breathe as the tip of his tail goes through my tight ring, slipping inside me oh-so easily, rubbing up against his cock as it continues to ream my channel. I’m stretched so much I’m right on the edge of pleasure and pain, but I don’t want it to end, even as another orgasm has my vision dimming and my body losing all control.
“Can I hook you, my mate?” Dalox rasps, his thrusts becoming irregular. “Can I fill you to the brim with seed?”
“Yes.” The word is ripped from my mouth as I find another climax overtaking me.
Dalox roars out my name. I’m sandwiched in his grip as he goes deeper again, a slight pinch within me and then the hot lava of him, filling me, stretching me wider and wider as he groans, scales resting on my back, hot breath ruffling my hair as he heaves one in and one out, continually pulsing and pulsing.
This is the most pleasure I’ve had in my entire life. If I never feel like this again, it will not matter. Dalox has me, he has all of me, and I never want it to change. Not now, not in the future, no matter what it holds.
EPILOGUE
GILLIAN
“Are you really sure I need to wear this?” I ask as Scarlett cinches the dress tighter around my bodice.
Admittedly it’s a very pretty dress, made out of the lightest, floatiest fabric in the most gorgeous of deep red colors.
“No, you don’t need to wear it, but believe me, you’ll be happy you did,” she says.
“So, tell me again about this ceremony,” I say.
Dyris looks up from licking her fingers clean of the sticky sweet sauce on the meat strips everyone’s been tucking into.
“Males like to dance for their females. It proves their claim in the eyes of the ancestors and of their clan. In Dalox’s case, his warriors. It means, even if he hasn’t filled your belly yet, his rut is his claim, and no other male will touch you.”
“I don’t want to be touched by any other male,” I huff.
“I still need you to teach me more moves,” Maggie says. “It’ll come in handy on Driok on occasion.”
“Maggie!” Kerra snorts.
“What can I say? He can still be insufferably smug,” Maggie says, her hand over her rounded stomach. “It’ll be fun watching him go down.”
