46. Quin
Fuck. Me. Dead.
Sliding home into the slick, heated sheath of Izzy’s cunt is like nothing else. It feels like I’m touching Heaven when the slow glide of my cock stills, my hips pressed into hers, my balls nestling in the cleft of her ass as I bottom out. I haven’t even started to move, but Izzy’s already there, cresting and flying on the wings of her climax. Her pussy clenches and squeezes around me, her core rippling around my cock and almost drawing my own orgasm out of me before I’m ready.
My tiger is rattling away inside me with his version of a purr, and the vibrations carry from my chest down to my cock. Izzy cries out as she crests again, her hips twitching and writhing as she succumbs to her pleasure.
I still, my jaw clenched so hard that I’m surprised my teeth haven’t shattered from the pressure. I’ve been waiting months for this moment, and I’m going to savor every wriggling thrust and breathy moan.
Gradually, Izzy calms. Her chest heaves as she pants for breath, and her pulse thrums as fast as hummingbird wings at her throat. I wait for her eyes, glazed with passion and bliss, to meet mine before I shift her in my arms. My hands spread under her ass cheeks, supporting her while also moving my fingers close enough to her core to tease her with feather-light touches. She takes in a shuddering breath, and that’s when I move.
My hips draw back and then snap forward, the sub-dermal bulges of my penile spines swelling and increasing the pleasure of our combined fucking. Our bond, the one I’ve fought so hard to keep hidden and dark, flares to life. My chest heats and thrums with sensation, my tiger rousing even further, wanting to bask in the ecstasy we can provide our mate.
I tilt my hips, leaning back so I can reach between Izzy and me. Water continues to rain down around us, slicking our skin. I glide my fingers down to the top of Izzy’s pussy, sifting through the tight curls to reach the tiny bead hidden among them.
The pad of one finger brushes over the swollen bud, and Izzy’s body electrifies. Her pussy clamps down over my cock, her legs tighten around my hips, and her fingernails dig their blunted tips into my shoulders as she hangs on with a deathly grip. Izzy’s entire body shudders, and I split my attention between continuing to thrust between her creamy thighs and tormenting her with exquisite pleasure as I play with her clit.
All too soon, Izzy’s body tightens, the shudders wracking through her almost violently as she braces for oblivion. I double down with my fingers, plucking and strumming at her bud like a master guitarist while my hips take up a pounding rhythm of their own. Her pussy clenches down around my cock so tightly that it almost hurts, and I know what I need to do to send her hurtling into the stratosphere.
It’s something I’ve never done before.
When we first met and realized we were fated mates, formalizing it was easy. All we needed to do was say the words accepting each other—with intent—and then solidify our connection by consummating the relationship.
We fucked like bunnies.
This time around, it all feels different. Neither of us are the same people—or in my case, shifters—we were a year ago. It’s gonna take more than a few heartfelt words and a marathon sexcapade to reaffirm our bonds.
My tiger is there, lending me his strength as my canines elongate, and just as Izzy begins convulsing in my arms as she comes, I strike. My fangs sink into the fleshy part of her shoulder, and the very taste of her blood on my tongue has my balls drawing up before exploding. My cock pulses as stream after stream of cum coats the inside of Izzy’s pussy, her own orgasm milking my dick in intense waves.
Our fated bond, once a translucent golden-green, flares in a brilliant emerald-green sunburst, blinding in both brightness and magnificence. It tugs at my heart, weaving and wending its way through my very soul. It’s almost hypnotic in the way it moves, as though it has a life of its own, and the deviation in its appearance and behavior from how it originally behaved when Izzy and I first bonded to now is observable. This bond has a mind and life of its own.
My tiger lurks in the depths of my mind, his now-monstrous size blending seamlessly with the shadows, only the glow of the bond illuminating his hulking shape. The thread loops around and through him, binding the two of us together even more than before. His shape flickers, momentarily replaced by the body and visage of my hybrid form, and the threads pierce my newer, unnatural aspect, enveloping it and tying us all together before allowing my tiger to settle back into his feline cast.
The verdant green threads of this new connection stream into the darkness beyond the edge of my psyche, only stopping when it meets the shimmering golden-green of the old one. They twist and twirl around each other, dipping and swirling until they blend into a new, slightly brighter and lighter hue.
As the last of my orgasm ebbs away, the bond takes on a new aspect. A soundless explosion scatters the bond, only to draw it back together in the spectral, curvaceous shape of my mate. This new apparition approaches my tiger, reaching out and brushing her hands over his ears and shoulders. Echoes of her ghostly touch shiver across my skin, and I open my eyes to gaze down at the flesh-and-blood version in my arms.
She’s glowing.
Not just from the orgasms I’ve wrung from her long-neglected cunt, but also from this new iteration of our bond. Her eyes are no longer the familiar hazel green I dreamed about every night I was away from her, instead they sparkle with the hue and luster of gemstones. Her skin is dewy and fresh, and her plump lips are the color of luscious berries.
I can’t help myself. I crush her mouth with my own, nipping and tasting as my cock hardens once more. I remove my fingers from her clit, pulling away from her mouth to suck the decadent fluid from where it glistens on each digit. My eyes roll back in my head as her flavor explodes across my tongue, and it’s enough to have me fully hard once more.
Once I’ve cleaned every drop of her from my skin, I lift my hand to her head, letting the water wash away any lingering traces of my saliva before burying my fingers in the heavy, sodden mass of her hair. I tilt Izzy’s head and devour her mouth once more, my tongue thrusting in and out of the wet depths in carnal mimicry of how my cock is moving inside her cunt.
Now that I’ve taken the edge off, I’m able to take my time in breaking Izzy apart. My movements are deep, smooth, and steady, neither too fast nor too slow. The way the walls of Izzy’s pussy clench and release around my cock are the most intense yet perfect torture I can imagine, and whenever the bond surges as she nears the peak of her climax, I slow down. I’ve been waiting months to have her in my arms again, and I intend to make the most of every second that I’m buried inside of her.
A noise outside the shower momentarily diverts my attention away from the keening, overstimulated woman writhing on my cock. I glance up, my gaze meeting the burning amber-gold stare of Tálstrom.
I grin wickedly as my thrusts become more forceful, each powerful stroke kneading my spines into Izzy’s sensitive walls. It only takes a couple before she’s screaming, the exaltation of her release evident in the amount of slick that gushes from her and drenches my cock and balls.
It’s a good thing we’re in the shower.