EPILOGUE TWO #2
Berne's orgasm tore through him, ricocheting through his brain and zipping along his spine like lightning.
His whole body tightened in pleasure and he couldn't take his eyes off of the stunning creature before him, her mouth stretched as wide as it could go, her eyes gazing up at him in devotion.
He bucked into that sweet, hot mouth, ropes of his cum filling her.
Swallowing every drop, her throat flexed around him, massaging the head of his cock with each gulp.
"Up," he bit out, harsher than he'd meant to be with her, but that was arguably Sirin's fault for how she was teasing him.
Sirin released him with an obscene sound, the seductive sheen of her saliva and his cum glistening along her lip.
Dutifully, she rose to stand before him, awaiting his pleasure and instructions.
He dug down and located his lunula, diverting some to ready himself to take his wife as quickly as possible.
Without a word, he bent down to scoop Sirin up, spinning them both so she'd be pinned against the wall.
He lifted her, laving over each perfect breast briefly, and settled her with her thighs over his shoulder and her delectable pussy level with his face.
Lazily, he licked at another of his mating bites, on the inside of her thigh, and squeezed the other that circled her left nipple.
Sirin gasped, her hips hitching to inch her clit closer to him.
His purr deepened, and he smiled, licking his lips, his mouth watering for her.
"I want to see if I can make yeh come without touching this dripping little cunt—so don't yeh dare augment it, do yeh hear me, doll?
" Berne sucked on her thigh mark, nibbling and teasing it in the way he would her clit.
He held one hand under her ass, holding her against the wall, and the other massaged his other mating mark on her nipple.
Against him, Sirin squirmed, moaning and writhing as she tried to gain friction against her pussy.
Sirin made the best sounds he'd ever heard, and his cock jumped every time.
She dug her hands into his hair, trying to tug him closer to her clit.
Her mating marks were highly erogenous, but her instincts were still to always want friction and attention on her cunt.
"Berne, please, please I—" she keened, thrashing her head from side to side against the cliff wall.
Berne growled against her thigh, purposely turning away from the erogenous are of her mating mark to suckle just to the side of it.
"You'd do well to keep quiet, doll. You're not proving your devotion particularly well if you're a sobbing pleading mess.
Now, I told yeh, I expect yeh to come." He moved to suckle her mark again, releasing her breast and shoving two fingers in her mouth.
Sirin latched onto them desperately, frantically and purposefully suctioning them into her mouth.
Her tongue twined in and around his fingers, nipping at his fingertips.
She shifted to grind her thigh into his mouth harder, an action which he would never have thought sexy, but there was something about how needy she was, seeking any sensation he was willing to give her that really did it for him.
He nibbled at his mark, exulting in the way she writhed against him, the way her sucking grew sloppy as he wound her higher, closer to her orgasm.
He loved this moment, right before she came, where whatever she was doing, whether it was stroking his cock, swallowing him down, or grinding on him, she lost all sense of control.
Her movement would grow sloppy and uncoordinated and knowing how undone she was, how thoroughly he'd destroyed her, made him want to crow with delight.
He smiled against her thigh, redoubling his efforts until she bowed her back, convulsing as the wave over her orgasm overtook her.
Normally, he'd try to draw it out, milk her orgasm for every second, but the display had him hard and dripping once more.
Before she was even finished, he dropped her down, momentarily worried about the cave wall scraping her back, before remembering that she'd heal it in an instant and that the entire point of this exercise was for her to show her dedication.
He eased her down onto his cock, grunting in pleasure as she descended.
Holding onto her hips and keeping her pressed against the wall, he hammered her up and down along his length.
"Don't you dare stop coming until I tell you, doll," he growled into her ear, holding onto control of his bear by a thread.
He refused to shift further, he'd learned over their time together to control it much more precisely.
With his hands shifted to his paws, the sharp points of his claws surely digging into her hips, but her cunt continued pulsing around him.
squeezing and milking him as she sustained her orgasm with lunula.
When he let his cock shift inside of her, she let out a surprised cry, the ridges and flared head massaging her canal as he lifted her up and down, using her as his own personal sex toy.
Sirin was reduced to whimpers and moans now, her vocalizations losing any semblance of language as she simply reacted and came and came and came.
At one point, he thought she might be attempting to say "please" but she never got it out.
They had both verbal and non-verbal safety measures and she wasn't using either.
Her body continued to contract and she shook all over, the minimal control she'd mustered nowhere in sight.
Berne was grateful he'd come so recently, since otherwise he'd have blown near immediately with the way she was squeezing and milking him.
Sirin's body went lax above him, her arms falling limp at her sides, but he could feel, with every squeeze on his cock, that she was following his directive.
Propping her fully against the wall so he could cup her breasts, Berne pummeled into her. Sirin was babbling and Berne wasn't sure why he hadn't had her sustain her orgasm like this before, he'd never heard anything sweeter.