Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
CIPRIAN
This female has rendered me speechless.
I expected acquiescence.
Fear.
A need to please.
Yet she’s defying me from her knees, telling me not to compel her… because it will disappoint her.
Not because she’s terrified. Not because she realizes I can merely take what I want. But because she doesn’t want me choosing the path of least resistance.
Or, as she put it, taking the easy route.
I’m torn between ripping her pretty head off… and kissing the fuck out of her.
Confusion is not an emotion I’m well accustomed to experiencing. Witnessing, yes. Often, in fact. Especially when a human sees my wings. But feeling it myself? No.
However, this woman has me utterly flummoxed as to how to proceed.
Where most mortals bore me in a matter of seconds, this one has managed to ensnare my attention for several very long minutes. Years, honestly, if I include the time I’ve spent studying her research patterns.
My heart actually beats in my chest, my insides warm with the realization that this female has more than lived up to my expectations and desires. And I’ve barely even touched her.
Using my grip in her hair and on her chin, I pull her upward, my tail wrapping around her lower back to provide support as she stands. “I shall feed you now,” I tell her, pleased with our progress.
Pleased… and frustrated.
But not dissatisfied. If anything, I’m quite the opposite. She’s intriguing. I’m not sure that’s an adjective I’ve ever associated with a human.
I’ve always compelled my meals to merely accept their fates, as it allowed for a faster embrace whereby I fed until full, wiped their memories, and then released them back into the wild.
Simple.
Easy, I realize, my gaze narrowing a bit. Fucking easy.
How have I never considered that before?
Why did it take meeting this little researcher to make me see that?
Is that why I’ve never been enthralled by my meals before? Why I never possessed a desire to fuck one of them?
I glance over my new pet, the way her dress clings to her curves—curves I now know are naked beneath the fabric—and decide that I’m nowhere near at risk of losing my desire in this situation.
Because I’m hard.
And I’ve been hard since the moment she entered my nest.
It’s painful. But I embrace that pain because it means I’m feeling something. It means I want something—someone.
Which makes all of this worth it.
If she wants me to do this the hard way, I’ll oblige.
However, it’s going to end with her on her knees again by the end of the night.
With my cock in her mouth. In her cunt. In her ass. Wherever the fuck I want to take her, she’ll accept it. Because that’s why she’s here. She’s mine. My pet. My toy. My female.
Maybe I’ll even breed her.
That notion means food is even more important, thus reminding me that I just told her about my intention to provide her with sustenance. Yet I’m still holding her to me like it’s her I intend to devour first.
Hmm.
I lean down to run my nose against hers, loving the way she smells.
The scent of her pussy still clings to my senses, that citrusy delight making my mouth water.
I originally intended to throw her cotton undergarment into a nearby flame.
But the aroma coming from the fabric caused me to smell it instead.
And now I’m keeping the item as a token.
A token of what, I’m not sure.
I just knew I couldn’t discard it as I originally intended.
The tip of my tail runs around her side as I continue to hold her against me with my appendage wrapped around her lower back. She fits nicely here.
Perhaps I’ll hold her while she eats.
The concept of releasing her doesn’t quite suit.
So yes, that’s how we’ll proceed.
“You will sit in my lap.” It’s not a request but a demand. And if she chooses to question me, I’ll force her to comply with my tail between her legs.
Is that a more interesting route for you, darling pet? I nearly ask aloud. No compulsion. Just my tail forcing you to obey.
“Okay,” she breathes, her acquiescence almost displeasing me.
Because I rather liked the image of making her sit with me with my tail inside her.
Maybe I’ll do it anyway.
It would be easy, I think, the triangle tip gliding down to her hip toward the high slit in her gown. It slides inside without hesitation, heading toward the treasure between her thighs.
“I think I will stroke you while you eat,” I tell her, my voice lowering to a deep growl as a wave of feminine warmth travels up my appendage. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It’s a hot welcome. An invitation. A sweet kiss of perfection.
Her legs clench, trapping my tail before I can venture higher, her hands suddenly on my shoulders. But she doesn’t deny me, just digs her nails into my jacket and holds on.
“Yes, this is how you will eat,” I decide aloud. “And I will feed myself your pleasure.”
My nose is still near hers, placing our mouths so close that I can almost taste her. She releases an unsteady exhale, her body seeming to roll even more into mine. Or maybe I pulled her closer. I’m not sure, but I suddenly need to see what her lips feel like beneath my own.
There’s no reason for me not to find out.
She’s mine. I’ve established that. And while she may want to discuss the rules, there will be no negotiation.
I will have her however I want. Wherever I want. Whenever I want.
Closing the small gap between us, I press my mouth to hers and wait. I’m not unfamiliar with the concept of a kiss. I’ve witnessed thousands, never quite understanding the point. There are so many better uses for feminine lips.
Though, as I hover against hers now, I begin to comprehend the allure of such a soft embrace.
It’s a precursor to more.
A temptation.
An appetizer.
My tongue slips inside, curious to experience her unique flavor, and all I taste is mint.
“Hmm,” I hum, not sure if I like that or not. I want to experience her, not the toothpaste in her room.
Perhaps it will be better to kiss her while fucking her, turn my little human into an animal of need and then devour her with my tongue.
Or maybe all I really want is to feast on her cunt.
She jumps as I push my tail upward, easily escaping her clenched thighs, and reach her weeping heat.
Gods, she’s so fucking wet…
My tip easily glides through her slick pussy, right to the heart of her as I push inside her tight little hole.
She squirms and releases a protest, but I hold her with ease.
“Shh, pet,” I hush. “I’ve never done this before, and I don’t want to accidentally hurt you.”
Pain is meant to be purposeful. It’s the only way to derive true pleasure.
Which means she needs to let me play. Explore. Learn.
“Negru.” Her grasp on my shoulders tightens, her body seeming to freeze in shock. But then I find something inside her that has her melting into me as an adorable moan escapes her mouth. It’s a beautiful hum against my lips, one that has me wanting to kiss her again.
So I do.
Because I can.
She jolts as I play with that spot I found inside her, her body seeming to shake against mine as I part her lips with my tongue once more.
The mint seems less powerful now, just refreshing, as I better acquaint myself with her mouth, all while exploring the tightness of her inner channel.
It’s good that I used my tail first—my cock would not fit like this. She’ll need to be stretched to accommodate me.
That’s fine.
I’ll enjoy the process.
In fact, we’ll start now, I decide as I twirl my tip inside her and flare the triangle out just a little bit.
She startles and tries to pull away from me, so I band her lower back with my arm while my opposite hand slides down from her hair to her nape. Then I lift her off the ground and carry her to the chair.
Her mouth leaves mine on a yelp as I sit with her astride me, my tail still lodged between her legs. Originally, I intended for her to face the table while I fed her, but this works better for us both, as I’ll be able to feed myself more easily as she comes.
“You will eat,” I tell her, my lips close enough to hers to feel her resulting gasp. “And you will learn how to take me.” I don’t elaborate on what that means, just flare my tail again, which has her arching backward toward the table. “I don’t want to injure you, pet. Not permanently, anyway.”
“What about rules?” she manages to ask, her tone breathless. “We haven’t—”
“I’ll tell you the rules while you eat.”
“That’s not—”
“It’s not a negotiation, Viviana.” I stroke that place she clearly likes and almost smile when her eyes roll into the back of her head. That is an amusing little spot. Helpful, too. “You’ve been stalking me for years. Yet you still chose to come here. That’s basically consent.”
Her eyes widen. “You knew?”
“Of course I knew,” I say, releasing her so I can reach around her to the table. “Why do you think I let you visit?” I pause then, my gaze leaving her mouth to focus on her eyes. “Or did you think you were clever enough to sneak up on me?”
Her brow puckers, the expression one I’m not sure I care for. But before I can comment on it, she says, “It’s not about being clever. I just didn’t expect someone in your standing to notice.”
I stare at her. “Protecting my existence is how I survive, pet. Of course I noticed.”
“So you wanted me here?”
“Obviously,” I mutter, instantly bored by the trajectory of this conversation.
I renew my efforts to remove the lids from the food items on the table behind her, needing her to eat. Sustenance creates energy, and she’s going to need her strength if she’s going to survive me tonight.
“No, I mean, you plan—”
I swirl my tail inside her, done with the inane babbling. “The only sounds I want to hear from you are moans,” I tell her, cutting off whatever she intended to say. Because I just don’t care.
She obliges me with a throaty growl instead, one that has my cock throbbing in response.
“That is also acceptable,” I inform her, my voice lower than before. “Now open your mouth so I can feed you.”
Her eyes widen in response, yet her lips remain closed.
“Hmm, such a disobedient pet.” It should irritate me. But instead, I’m enthralled. Because she’s making this interesting.
No, she’s making it… difficult.
Not easy.
Not straightforward.
But fun.
I bring a fork up to her lips, the item on the end some sort of vegetable. She glances at it and jolts as I continue playing between her legs.
“Eat, Viviana,” I demand.
She clenches her jaw, her gaze narrowing.
My eyebrow lifts. “Defying me, pet?”
Her hands are still on my shoulders, her nails seeming to dig even more into the fabric of my coat. “I can’t eat like this.”
I very nearly shoved the food into her mouth while she spoke. Hearing her words makes me wish that I had.
Alas, I was too busy watching her lips move to consider it fully.
“I will be most displeased if you break before I’m done using you, Ms. Dalca. Therefore, you’re going to need to learn how to properly multitask.” I remove my arm from her back so I can grab her chin again. “Now stop testing my patience and let me feed you.”