Chapter 10 Ciprian #2
My tail flicks, my need to find some semblance of control driving my instinct to touch her in return. So I do—by stroking the triangle tip up the inside of her thigh and going straight to her pussy.
Viviana jumps, my cock nearly falling out of her mouth. Though, my grip in her hair keeps her in place as I punch my hips forward at the same time my tail spears into her pussy.
A garbled scream vibrates my shaft, making me groan as I fill her mouth and her cunt at the same time. She tries to shove away from me, one hand on my thigh and the other suddenly gripping my tail.
I flare the triangle tip inside her and growl low in my chest. “Careful, Ms. Dalca. My restraint is already hanging on by a thread. If you make me hurt you, I will be most displeased.”
Her dark eyes narrow.
And I glare right back at her.
“Stop testing the boundaries of my control and let me pleasure us both.”
Her expression doesn’t abate.
She just continues to glower at me.
“Be a good little pet and suck my cock again so I know that you understand me,” I say, testing her obedience. Because right now, she looks more likely to bite me than to do what I ask.
Except her cheeks cave inward as she does exactly what I requested.
A curse leaves me, the sensation of her suction pairing nicely with the realization that my pet is obeying me. “So good,” I whisper, my voice turning guttural from the influx of pleasure. “Now slide your touch toward the tip of my tail and start stroking me near your pussy.”
I’ve never let anyone touch me like this. Not my cock or my tail. But this female isn’t like the others. This female is mine.
And like the dutiful little pet she is, she adheres to my command.
“Gods, Viviana.” The tendons of my neck bulge as I try to swallow, my body pent up tighter than ever before. “Ride my tail. Pretend it’s my cock. Make yourself come while I use your mouth.”
I’m losing control. Losing sight of what I’m doing. Too caught up in the sensations to think. To process. To do anything other than feel.
Which isn’t okay.
I have to protect my intended mate. Have to make sure I don’t accidentally kill her. But fuck, this feels so good. So fucking right. So perfect.
She grips my tail tightly, stroking it in a way that goes straight to my groin. “Don’t stop,” I beg her, not ashamed at all to let her hear the need in my voice. The plea for more. “Suck, pet. Suck hard.”
She does.
Gods, she’s everything I’ve dreamed of and more.
A surge of arousal hits me as she swallows around the head of my cock. And that surge hits a crescendo when she presses her tongue to my shaft, somehow applying pressure and doing things I didn’t even think to ask for.
She’s done this before, I realize. Fuck, she’s been with other men…
That notion—the very genuine reality of it—has me thrusting deep into her throat, my need to mark and claim overtaking everything else.
This female is mine. She will not remember anyone else. Will not think of past lovers. Will never be with another male again.
Only me.
Always with me.
Her nails dig into my tail as she chokes around my girth, but I don’t stop. I punish her with my movements, force her to take me, ensure my cock is the last one she ever fucking tastes, all while claiming her pussy with my tail.
I’m so deep inside both her holes that I’m all she can feel. All she can experience. All she can take.
She tries to pull back, her teeth touching my sensitive skin. But I refuse to release her. She’s going to come for me. She’s going to scream for me. And then she’s going to swallow for me.
I tell her that out loud as I pump in and out of her mouth, my tail echoing the movements below, and I watch as her eyes cloud over in a lust-drunk haze.
She’s losing sight of reality. Falling into my spell. Learning that her world begins and ends with me. It’s in that moment that she falls apart, her shout of ecstasy throttled by my cock lodging itself in her throat.
There’s a moment of sheer panic that crosses her features, but it’s chased by the oblivion that follows, and her sweet cunt spasms uncontrollably around my tail.
Lesson. Fucking. Accomplished. The three words echo in my mind as I follow her into oblivion with a growl, my seed unloading into her with a force unlike any I’ve ever experienced.
She freezes, the sudden gush of my essence forcing its way into her.
“Swallow,” I demand.
Her throat tries to comply, but it’s too much. I’ve gone too deep for her to properly contract, and I’m too lost to my rapture to pull back.
“Fuck, Viviana.” It comes out rough. Harsh. Furious.
Her eyes are wild, her own pleasure still squeezing the shit out of my other appendage.
But she’s going to truly choke if I don’t pull back.
It takes serious effort. Effort that costs me a few precious moments of sensation. However, I force myself to release my grip on her hair to let her pull back. She does, going back on her knees and coughing as my cock leaves her mouth.
With a snarl, I fist her hair once more to yank her head back, then stroke myself and keep coming.
Her eyes are wide as I spill my seed all over her heaving breasts, my need to be inside her and on her overriding everything else.
This is my first time playing with a toy. And I nearly broke her.
It was always a risk. But watching her tits bounce tells me she’s fine. That knowledge allows me to finish my release, my mind conjuring all the ways I intend to do this again. I won’t push as deep next time. I’ll… I’ll pull back a little first. Warn her before I come. Something.
Because she will swallow my load. Every fucking drop.
I want her full of my essence, dripping with my seed, swollen from my ministrations, tasting me on her tongue every moment of every day.
Gods, just thinking about it has me spurting more onto her chest until she’s saturated with my cum.
Her breaths are still coming in pants, her startled state a beautiful sight.
But it’s not good enough.
I need more.
I pull my tail from her spasming pussy and free myself from her hand, then guide the tip up to the mess I’ve made on her breasts. With a soft hum, I scoop a good portion of it onto the triangle end, then lift it to her parted lips.
I don’t ask permission. I don’t even speak. I simply push it inside—where it fucking belongs.
Her eyes blow wide, her nostrils flaring in response.
However, my good little pet doesn’t question my intentions. She simply swallows. Then she takes it a step further by licking and sucking on my tail.
A pleased rumble leaves me, and I repeat the action by returning my tail to her tits and gathering more for her to devour.
She doesn’t fight me, just continues to take my seed like a beautiful intended mate.
By the time she’s finished, my dick is already throbbing and ready to fuck again.
Noticing it, her gaze turns wary.
And I grin. “You thought we were done?” I ask, gentling my tone to a taunting coo. “Oh, sweet little Viviana, I’m not human. It’s going to take a lot more than a single orgasm to please me. So open your mouth. We’re going to try this again. And we’re not stopping until we get it right.”