Chapter 18 #2
When his mouth finally closed around me, I nearly blew it right there. The heat of him, the careful way he used his tongue while keeping his tusks from causing any harm, it was overwhelming. I buried my hands in his hair, fighting not to thrust too hard into the incredible warmth of his mouth.
His tongue swirled around my shaft, the wetness and heat making me moan uncontrollably. I gripped the blankets beneath me as he took me deeper, his massive hand cupping my balls with surprising gentleness.
“Karrick,” I gasped, my back arching. “I can’t… I need—”
He released me with a wet pop, his eyes gleaming with desire in the lantern light. “Tell me what you need, Phoenix.”
“You,” I breathed. “Inside me. Please.”
A low, rumbling growl vibrated through his chest as he reached into a small pouch near the blankets. He produced a vial of oil that shimmered with a faint magical glow.
“I called a werewolf friend for this,” he said, touching a ring on one of his fingers. “His mate makes a special lubricant that doesn’t dull the sensation, but makes it easier for someone of your size to take…” He glanced down at the massive bulge in his pants. “Well… someone like me.”
I took the vial from him, turning it over in the light. “I didn’t know that was possible.”
“Well, he’s half witch, half dryad, so he’s got a lot of talent in the natural lubricant department I guess.
” Karrick shrugged. “I don’t really know, but I trust them.
” He took the vial back, placing it off to the side for later.
“But first, he told me about something else I need to do to get you ready.”
“What’s that?” I asked, shuddering with anticipation.
Karrick grinned, his tusks proudly displayed. “I’m going to eat your ass.”
The blunt words sent a jolt of pure heat straight through me, and I felt my cock twitch against my stomach. “Oh gods, yes,” I breathed, spreading my legs wider in invitation.
Karrick’s eyes darkened with hunger as he settled between my thighs, his massive hands gripping my hips to angle me just right. The first hesitant brush of his tongue against my entrance had me crying out, my head falling back against the blankets.
He was incredibly gentle despite his size, his tongue warm and wet as it circled my hole with maddening slowness.
Each pass sent sparks of pleasure racing up my spine, and I found myself pushing back against his mouth, desperate for more.
The longer we went, the more his confidence built. But still I wanted more.
“Patience,” he rumbled against my skin, the vibration making me shudder. “I want to savor every second of this.”
His tongue pressed deeper, breaching me slowly, and I gasped at the foreign but incredible sensation. He worked me open with methodical care, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention that had me writhing beneath him.
“Karrick, please,” I panted, my hands fisting in his hair. “I need more.”
He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, his lips glistening. “Your pheromones are driving me crazy,” he growled, before diving back in with renewed intensity.
This time he was less restrained, his tongue fucking into me with purpose while one careful claw traced circles around my entrance. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and I felt myself opening for him, my body eager for whatever he wanted to give me.
When he finally pulled away, I was trembling and desperate, my hole slick and ready. He quickly shed the rest of his clothing, his cock springing free, erect and dripping. Then he reached for the vial of oil, coating his fingers generously before meeting my gaze.
“Ready for more?” he asked, his voice rough with want.
I nodded frantically, beyond words. The first finger slid in easily, and I moaned at the stretch. He moved slowly, working me open with infinite patience while pressing kisses to my inner thighs.
By the time he worked a second finger inside me, I was writhing on the blankets, sweat beading across my skin despite the cool evening air.
There was no burn to the stretch, and the oil only heightened my pleasure.
The entire time my cock leaked steadily onto my stomach as Karrick’s fingers found that sweet spot inside me.
“There,” I gasped, arching my back as electricity shot through my veins. “Right there.”
Karrick’s eyes glowed with satisfaction as he pressed against my prostate again, watching me squirm beneath him. “You’re opening up so easily for me,” he rumbled, his own massive cock visibly throbbing between his thighs. “This oil is better than I expected.”
When the third finger joined the others, I felt deliciously full, stretched to my limits yet craving more.
The magical oil worked wonders, easing the way without numbing any of the exquisite sensations.
Karrick worked me open methodically, his movements careful and precise despite the obvious hunger in his eyes.
“Please,” I begged, reaching for him. “I’m ready. I need you inside me.”
He withdrew his fingers slowly, leaving me empty and aching. Then he poured more oil into his palm, slicking his enormous length with thorough strokes. The sight of his hand working over that impressive cock made my mouth water.
“I’ll go slow,” he promised, positioning himself between my thighs. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance, hot and insistent. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
I nodded, wrapping my legs around his waist to draw him closer. The initial pressure was intense, my body resisting despite our preparation. I forced myself to breathe deeply, to relax as the head of his cock breached me.
“Oh gods,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his fur-covered shoulders.
“Should I stop?” Concern flooded his features, his body trembling with the effort of holding still.
“Don’t you dare,” I managed, adjusting to the stretch. “Just... give me a moment.”
The burn faded gradually, replaced by a fullness that bordered on divine. I nodded for him to continue, and he pressed forward with agonizing slowness, each inch stretching me wider than I’d thought possible.
When he finally bottomed out, we both groaned in unison. I felt impaled, completely filled in a way I’d never experienced before. His cock pulsed inside me, and I could feel every twitch, every throb.
“Fuck,” he whispered breathlessly. “You’re so tight around me. So much better than anything else I’ve ever had.”
He began to move with shallow, careful thrusts, his eyes never leaving my face as he watched for any sign of discomfort. But there was only pleasure now, building with each slow drag of his cock against my insides. I’d never felt anything so incredible in my entire life.
“More,” I demanded, digging my heels into his lower back. “You won’t hurt me, Karrick. I was made for you.”
His eyes flashed with something primal at my words, and a deep growl rumbled through his chest. “Phoenix,” he breathed, his voice thick with need as he began to thrust more deliberately, each movement driving him deeper inside me.
I clung to him, my fingers tangling in his fur as waves of pleasure crashed through me.
The mate bond between us seemed to amplify every sensation, creating a feedback loop of desire that left me gasping for breath.
I could feel him everywhere, not just physically inside me, but somehow in my very soul.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, watching his expression shift between concentration and ecstasy. “Take me, Karrick. Make me yours. Mark me.”
He growled again, his pace increasing as his massive hands gripped my hips, angling me so that each thrust hit that perfect spot inside me. Stars exploded behind my eyes, and I cried out, my cock throbbing untouched between us.
“Mine,” he rumbled, leaning down to nuzzle against my neck, his hot breath sending shivers across my skin. “My mate. My Phoenix.”
His tusks grazed my shoulder, and I instinctively tilted my head, offering him better access. “Yes,” I gasped, understanding suddenly what needed to happen. “Take me, Karrick. Make me yours.”
His rhythm faltered for just a moment as he raised his head to meet my gaze, his brown eyes searching mine. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more certain of anything,” I whispered, reaching up to caress his face. “I want to be yours in every way possible.”
That was all the permission he needed. With a growl that seemed to come from the very depths of his being, he buried himself fully inside me and sank his teeth into the juncture between my neck and shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood, but firmly enough to leave his mark.
The sensation triggered something deep within me.
Heat exploded through my body, and I felt magic surge between us.
His beast nature and my witch power were intertwining, creating something new and powerful.
My back arched off the blankets as pleasure beyond anything I’d ever experienced ripped through me.
“Karrick!” I screamed, my untouched cock erupting between us, painting both our chests with hot stripes of cum.
He growled against my skin, his hips jerking erratically as my inner walls clenched around him. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and found his own release, filling me with his hot seed. I could feel every pulse, every throb as he emptied himself inside me.
For several moments, we remained locked together, our bodies trembling with aftershocks. The connection between us felt tangible now, a golden thread binding us together that I could almost see when I closed my eyes.
Karrick carefully withdrew his tusks from my shoulder, licking the marks tenderly. “Are you okay?” he murmured, his voice rough and spent.
I just stared at him, unable to stop smiling. “I’ve never been better.”