33. Elowen
ELOWEN
E verything aches, and I need Sariel’s cock, knot, and cum like I need oxygen. I’m only distantly aware when we finally arrive to his home. It’s only the sudden weight of my legs that I realize we’re no longer atop Pearl; that Sariel is still holding me against his chest, with his cock still buried in me from behind and his cum trickling down my thighs. His cock thumps deliciously against my cervix with each forward step inside his home. Sweet relief and euphoria suffuse me at the sensation.
Helpless tears spring to my eyes in despair when he lays me down on his bed and his cock slides out of me.
A sob creeps out of me. “God, no, please. I need you.”
I’m distantly aware that I’m losing my mind, but all rational thoughts are buried beneath the need to be consumed by Sariel and everything that he is.
A moment later, there’s the tearing of fabric and my dress is pulled off me from below. I shiver against the air, instinctively tucking my knees beneath me and raising my rear, murmuring a prayer that is quickly answered.
Sariel’s cock glides inside of me, and my body shudders as tears of joy and relief spill from my eyes. His claws dig into the flesh of my ass as his tail reaches between us to caress my clit, inspiring a sob of gratitude for this male. Sariel’s voice is soothing and gentle behind me.
“Shhhhh, mea floarea. Is this what you needed so badly? For me to fill and stretch this perfect pussy and mark it as mine?”
My voice is little more than a croak. “Yes.”
I feel like I’m losing my mind in a feverish haze of frenzied need that is nothing short of disorienting. My head spins, my skin burns with cold sweat, my bones and muscles ache and throb, all while I feel like I’m being held on the cusp of a never-ending orgasm. Even when I do tip over the edge, the sensation never fully abates and I can scarcely catch my breath.
Sariel’s thrusts are steady like he’s afraid of hurting me—a valid concern considering the size of his cock and the knot that could threaten one’s chastity just by looking at it. But it’s not enough to ease the desire and need burning so bright inside of me that it makes me want to jump out of my skin. I can only equate the sensation to that of scratching the itching of hives on one’s skin—too much will never be enough, and it only further urges you to scratch until you bleed.
With gnashing teeth, my fingers—now tipped with claws and something I would be concerned about if it weren’t for the madness rending my body—tear through the fine bedding beneath me as I throw my hips back in counter to Sariel’s movements.
“Oh, god, please, please, please, please, please.”
His fingers grip the thick flesh of my ass and the sensation of his claws pricking my skin seems to alleviate some of the weight from my chest.
“I’m here, mea floarea. I’ll give you everything you need.’
I gasp at the sensation of his knot threatening to break through me—the sweetest pain—and I know that it is the only thing that will provide me any relief.
“More, Sariel. I need more. Give me it. Please.”
His motions slow and just as another sob threatens to spill, I feel him surge forward on a slow glide that reaches so deep it steals my breath. He presses onward, and his knot stretches me further and further as it inches its way inside even though it’s still not quite at the height of its girth.
My core spasms frantically, both at the shocking pain of the intrusion, but also at the lightning bolt of pleasure and euphoria streaking through my body. He growls behind me, and a moment later I feel his cock pulsing inside of me. Sweet relief fills me but in the next moment, with the grip on my hips he flips me onto my back, and he’s straddling my chest.
The move is so fast and smooth I’ve only just opened my mouth on a yelp when his cock is already breaching my lips and he continues to spurt thick ropes of cum down my throat. Sariel’s hips work deep, slow thrusts as he grips my hair and our eyes roll back in unison.
This. This is what I need.
The dizzying fever and heat making my body slick with sweat immediately starts to ease. Sariel's tail slips between my legs and tips my bent knees to either side before circling my clit. My climax reaches its peak, and I’m moaning around Sariel’s thick, veiny length as my throat works around large gulps of his cum.
When he finally withdraws, we’re both panting, but I finally feel like some of the haze has lifted.
“What is happening to me?”
A guilty look passes over Sariel’s face as he shifts to lie beside me—though his tail seems to have a mind of its own and is determined to stay buried between my legs.
“When my teeth grazed you earlier, I broke the skin… Enough to spill a little blood. I—I didn’t realize that?—”
His throat works around a ball of emotion, brows cinched and buckling beneath the weight of shame and guilt. The sight makes my heart crack.
“—that it would be enough to incite your shift. Elowen, I’m so fucking sorry. More than anything, I wish that I could take it back. I had no idea that something so small would?—”
I cut him off by pressing my palm to his mouth, and merely the sensation of his skin upon mine is enough to have my arousal blossoming again.
“Oh, darling, no. Please. I want this. I told you that. I want you and everything that comes with you. I only wish I knew more about it.”
Sariel’s chest rises and falls in hard breaths as his frantically eyes search mine for any signs of doubt. His brow relaxes slightly at the sight of my wholehearted certainty, and his large fingers curl around my wrist—and I swear to fuck I feel it in my clit—to move my hand from his mouth.
“I barely even told you what would happen.”
“What? That I might look a little different, need to drink your blood, and our lives would be tied together?”
His eyes dance between mine. “Well, yes… and that we will feel some pressure to produce an heir. I didn’t even get a chance to go into all the royal duties that will laden our shoulders when we take my parents’ throne.”
God, he looks so concerned for me that it makes some twisted part of me delight in his torture. And it makes that burning need to fuck him and be fucked by him return with a vengeance. I shift closer towards him, wantonly pressing my breasts against his thickly muscled chest as I hike one leg over his waist and draw my hips towards his half-hard cock. His cum and my arousal create a delicious glide with my clit against his bulbous crown, my core clenches needily around his tail. The sensation turns my voice into a husked purr I’ve never previously been capable of.
“My love, you could tell me that my duty as your queen is to muck cow shit from a barn with a teaspoon all day, every day, and I would fulfill it with a smile on my face—because it means that I get to share my life with you.”
Sariel’s jaw drops a moment before he snorts his laughter. His tail shifts to coil around my thigh, drawing me even closer, better enabling me to work my leaking sex over the head of his cock. His hand slides over hip, dragging me onto his cock as he thrusts his hips forward and he captures my lips in a dizzying kiss. Pleasure sets every molecule in my body alight with need.
His tongue claims mine as his length impales me. Each time his crown pushes against my cervix, it’s like hitting a button that releases more pleasure and endorphins to course through me. Still lying on our sides, Sariel grips me behind the knee, lifting my leg higher as he pounds into me and his tail slides over my waist and dips between us to tease my clit. The new angle allows him to hit pleasure points inside me I didn’t even know existed. Within only a few more thrusts, I’m already shattering around him. My head tips back as my vision whitens, and my jaw slackens on a keening sigh.
“Eyes on me, Elowen.”
My eyes open to see his devouring me. His gaze dips between us, to where we’re joined, as he angles us so I can share his view—never faltering in his merciless thrusts.
“See, mea floarea? Look how perfectly you’re pretty little cunt takes me. Slick with my seed and your desperate need, this pussy belongs to me.”
Emotion tightens my chest at the truth of his words.
“Only you, Sariel. It’s all yours.”
The wet noises between us and the sight of my pussy clenching around his long, thick, veiny length spur my orgasm to new heights. His knot still only fits inside to the outermost edge—the majority of it is still neglected. And it makes my fucking heart ache.
I draw a ball of spit onto my hand to add an additional layer of lubrication as I reach between us and stroke over the hot, swollen, and firm flesh. Sariel snarls a curse and his hips stutter. In the next moment, his cock pulses inside me, and I watch in awe and desire as his seed begins to overflow, leaking through the tight squeeze of where we are joined.
The delicious, decadent sound of Sariel’s euphoric groan makes my nipples prick with desire as his thrusts turn languorous.
“Oh my fucking, gods, Elowen ? —”
Still buried inside me, Sariel pins me beneath him, pinning my knees to the bed on either side of my waist. Slowly, he withdraws, his eyes locked onto evidence of his claiming. My pussy clenches beneath his gaze, the action squeezes some of his cum out of me. He growls, and begins pushing it back in.
“Naughty girl.”
Despite his reprimand, my hips give needy little jerks, as if to assist his attempt to put his seed back inside me where it belongs. “You like that, sweetheart?”
I nod, rising to my elbows to watch his efforts. His eyes lift to mine, flaring with a possessive satisfaction. “Because I’ve never seen anything more beautiful or perfect.”
His cock is still heavy between his legs, a thick string of cum stretching between its tip and the mattress. My mouth waters in response, and my core gives another instinctive clench that pushes a trickle of his cum back out of me. Sariel hands smacks my clit, lancing pleasure through me, faintly tinged with pain, and tearing a soft cry from my lips.
He soothes away the slight hurt by stroking soothing, wet circles over my clit with his cum. “You need to keep it inside you. Lest your symptoms return.”
“Oh.”
Oh.
That’s why I feel slightly less crazed.
My lips quirk. “Your cum is the cure to my madness?”
Sariel’s fingers continue to gently work my clit as a corner of his mouth tips up with male satisfaction.
“Among other things.”
I quirk a brow, angling my hips slightly upward so my weeping entrance grazes his cock. I hum my pleasure as his cock twitches, hardening again.
“Hmmm, I believe it. Before I swallowed you down, I couldn’t even see straight...”
My claws reach for his hips so I can drag myself onto his crown. He pumps shallowly inside me, abs flexing so tightly it highlights each of his ab muscles like the fucking keys of a goddamned xylophone I want to play with my tongue. His hands press firmly onto my inner thighs to keep me splayed wide for him.
The heat of a fever returns to me by the time he finally strokes fully inside of me until his balls are pressed against my puckered hole. My breathing turns into panting as that frantic need begins to coil through me, tightening all of my muscles, and I give a pained whimper.
“You need more medicine, sweetheart?”
I can’t form the words. I only manage to nod.
Sariel pulls out of me, and the sudden absence makes me want to curl in on myself. Thankfully, it doesn’t last long. Kneeling beside me, he lifts me and settles me against an enormous mound of pillows propped against the headboard. It creates the perfect height for him to kneel on either side of my hips so I can feed directly from his cock.
Pleasure and relief curl through me as my eyes eat up every sacred inch of giant length. With both hands, I work them over the leaking head with a gentle twisting flourish, before stroking down each and every plump vein of his shaft. Pre-cum drips and splatters against my breasts. Sariel growls possessively, smearing it over my skin and teasing my nipples with the viscous fluid as his tail dips between my legs and begins to gently work inside me with heartrending tenderness.
I have no doubt both of us will be aching and sore by the time my shift is complete, so I’m sure to make my ministrations gentle. My tongue and lips worship him with gentle, open-mouthed kisses as my hands glide over his heated flesh with a near-feather-light touch, all whilst I moan my ecstasy and take him as deep as I can until tears spill down my cheeks.
Sariel’s hips begin to shift in subtle thrusts as he watches me. “Fuck, sweetheart, look at you. You suck my cock like it’s sole source of sustenance.”
My gaze holds his as I pull his hips toward my face, trying to force his too-long, too-girthy cock deeper than it can fit into the narrow channel of my throat.
I whimper around his cock, staring up at him as my throat works to stifle my gag reflex. His thumbs sweep up my tears, bringing them to his lips for his black tongue to collect. “Look at my good girl. Trying so fucking hard to take all of me.”
I draw back to catch my breath, and thick strings connect us. Swiping them over his length, I gently work my saliva over his knot as I suckle from the head of his cock. Obscene, wet noises fill the air—both from my oral ministrations and his tail now working in earnest, pumping inside of me.
My eyes roll back as my muscles tighten, then go lax as my orgasm works its way through me. Cupping the back of my head in one hand, Sariel’s climax spills down my throat in pulsing spurts. “So fucking beautiful watching you come undone for me, mea floarea.”