Chapter 13 – Farrah
Locheran’s mouth covers mine, eager and hungry. I part my lips, allowing him to slide his tongue in. Slowly, thoroughly, he savors my taste.
My hands explore his front, slipping underneath his shirt. He hisses when my fingers make contact with his skin and mumbles the word ‘cold’ against my lips.
But they’re quick to warm because Locheran is like a furnace. His purple skin is smooth—like velvet and marble but nowhere near as hard in consistency. I move my hands around to his backside, grazing over the base of his wings, and his throat vibrates with a growl that almost sounds like a purr.
A monstrous purr.
He slides his hands to my ass, squeezing appreciatively while never breaking our kiss. His fangs expertly scratch my lips and tongue without spilling blood.
He’s being so careful with me.
He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. It still amazes me that he can carry me like it’s nothing. He walks us to my room and gently lets me go so my feet hit the floor.
When he breaks our kiss and steps back, I nearly whine. My arms reach out, trying to take hold of his clothes to rip them off, but he moves further away from me.
“Farrah,” he says, low enough that it vibrates throughout my body. “I need you to be patient.”
“I can’t.”
There’s the whine. I might have even stomped my foot.
“You can and you will be patient because tonight we’re going to go slow.”
He stalks toward me until the backs of my legs hit the bed. He cups the side of my neck, and when his fingers graze the bandage over his bite mark, a zing of lust shoots down my spine. He leans down, and I meet him halfway, rising on my tiptoes so he can skim his lips over mine.
“I’m going to explore every inch of this body and give you orgasm after orgasm until you ache with pleasure.”
He smiles against my mouth when I whimper.
“I told you I’m not like the human men you’ve been with. I will have you coming on my fingers.” He places a kiss on my lips. “My mouth.” A kiss to my neck. “My tail.” A kiss between my breasts. “And my cock.”
He falls to his knees and bends over enough to bury his face between my legs. I nearly fall at the unexpected move and plant one hand on his shoulder while grabbing a horn with the other.
He moans after breathing in deeply, smelling me through my sweats.
“I want to live here, like this, for all of eternity.”
My lust bats away at my insecurities. I don’t like men going down on me because of my FUPA.
My clit isn’t easily accessible so they’re never able to get me off.
But the other night on the rooftop… the way the tip of Locheran’s tail immediately found it…
I have no doubt he’ll be able to make me come with his mouth, fingers, and tail.
Locheran comes up for air and stands.
“Can I undress you?”
“Yes,” I say, a shiver rolling through me.
I lift my arms, allowing him to ease my shirt off. He tosses it to the floor and cups my breasts since I’m not wearing a bra. They’re not too large, but he doesn’t seem to care. He takes both of my nipples between his thumb and index finger and pinches hard enough that I arch my back.
He lowers to his knees again, putting his head level with my chest, and he takes a nipple in his mouth. He sucks hard before lashing his tongue over the sensitive tip. I bury my hands in his hair as he moves to the other breast to repeat the worshipping.
Fuck, he’s good at that.
Each tug, each scrape of his fangs, sends a burst of pleasure to my cunt.
“Locheran, please,” I beg.
He chuckles and moves his lips down my stomach. I sway, lightheaded with anticipation, and grip his horns again.
He groans.
“We need to do something with these hands,” he says and suddenly they’re being peeled away… by his tail and a wing.
He moves them behind my back and his long tail wraps around my wrists like a rope.
“Much better,” he says.
He hooks his fingertips in the band of my sweats and slowly peels them down my legs, leaving me naked before him.
Gently, he lays me down on the bed; his tail still wrapped around my wrists, trapping them underneath me. He uses his hands to spread open my legs and when he buries his nose in my pussy, I squirm, attempting to break free from the binding.
He inhales again, and I close my legs on his head. His wings open them back up.
“So beautiful spread out like this before me,” Locheran says. “Keep your eyes on me while I devour this pussy. Let me know what feels good and what doesn’t. You’re in control.”
I let out the breath I’d been holding and nod.
Locheran shakes his head. “Say it out loud. Tell me you understand.”
I refrain from rolling my eyes. He’s so demanding. He’s dramatic.
But I love it.
“I understand.”
“Good girl,” he growls.
He runs his tongue up the slit of my pussy, and I close my eyes. He does it again before sliding his tongue inside me.
“Oh,” I gasp.
It’s a long, girthy tongue.
He stops suddenly, removing himself.
“You’re tense,” he says. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Nothing, it’s good.”
“Don’t lie to me, Farrah. As your mate, I can sense your deception. I can also feel your pleasure. Guide me. Let me know what you like.”
I chew on my bottom lip for a second. “I… I don’t know what I like. I don’t like men down there.”
“Why?”
His tail unravels from around my wrists, and I remove my arms from underneath me. My hands fist the sheets on the bed, giving them something to do while I confess an insecurity to Locheran.
“Because of my FUPA. Men—human men, I mean—are notorious for not being able to find the clit and mine is hidden by my fat.”
I wave my hand over my crotch.
I expect Locheran to be weirded out. Instead, he smiles, revealing his fangs and a slight dimple on his right cheek. His violet eyes light up to the point that they nearly glow.
He gently pushes me, and I fall back onto the mattress. Locheran runs his fingertips over my lower stomach and down between my legs. He sinks a finger between my pussy lips.
And immediately finds my clit.
I arch my back, gasping when he presses down and slowly rubs it in circles.
“I told you. I’m not like those human men.”
My legs try to close—again, but he pushes them back open. I whimper as Locheran applies the perfect amount of pressure.
“How does that feel? Good?”
I nod.
“Use your words, little mouse.”
“So fucking good.”
He speeds up his circles, and my hands aim for his horns to bring him closer because I want his mouth on me, but my arms are pushed away and lifted over my head, pinned by his wings.
“No touching. This is all about you tonight.”
My legs shake as Locheran brings me to the cusp of orgasm—all with just his finger. As if reading my mind—and he might have—he brings his other hand to my slick entrance and slips two thick fingers inside. He pumps, in and out, while still massaging my clit.
It takes seconds for me to reach my release, the orgasm exploding and causing my body to shake. It feels like the orgasm rolls through me for minutes before I stop convulsing and he removes his fingers. I’ve never come so hard in my life.
“Give me another,” Locheran says.
He flattens his tongue and licks up to graze my swollen and sensitive clit, causing me to jerk with a moan. Then he shoves his tongue inside me, thrusting it in and out a few times.
He repeats the motions.
Grazing my clit. Thrusting his tongue inside me.
Graze, thrust, graze, thrust.
One hand finds my breast, and he pinches and pulls a nipple while the other hand takes over massaging my clit, allowing his tongue to properly fuck me.
It’s a lot of stimulation and when I come for a second time, stars burst across my vision.
“Mmm, so good, Farrah,” Locheran says, lapping his long and thick tongue around his mouth so not a drop of me goes to waste.
He stands, removes his pants, and fists his hard cock. My eyes widen, finally getting a good look at the massive thing.
Well, massive to me, at least.
It’s bulbous throughout—the tip, but only slightly. The middle, which is bigger than the tip. And the base, which might be about the size of a golf ball.
I try to sit up because I desperately want it in my hands or my mouth, but Locheran’s wings stop me.
“Don’t worry, my mate. You can taste me soon, but not tonight. I still want more orgasms from you.”
He stands there, jacking himself off, while scanning his eyes over my body. My skin heats underneath every inch his desire-filled stare touches.
His tail whips around between us, then it dips down until the tip finds my opening. It slides in—like last night on the roof, homing in on my clit. I jerk the moment it starts vibrating. I’m already super sensitive, but I still moan as pleasure surges throughout my body.
The vibrations grow stronger against the bundle of nerves, and I scream in response. Any attempt to arch off the bed is stopped by his wings still holding me down.
“Fuck,” I groan. “I need more, Loch. Please.”
He hums, sliding his hand up and down his cock faster. My body shivers as I watch him, as if I can also feel his pleasure.
You can. As mates, we experience shared pleasure. He says in my head.
No fucking way.
He steps slightly closer, enough to press a finger against my clit while his tail… oh fuck! It’s inside me.
“The tip of my tail can transform into a phallic shape. It’s self-lubricating,” he says, rubbing my clit in deep circles.
His tail pumps into me, slowly at first before picking up speed.
“I told you you’d be coming on my finger, mouth, and tail. Didn’t I?”
I nod because my voice has been claimed by ecstasy. Mine and Locheran’s ecstasy.
“Squeeze my tail with that sweet cunt, Farrah. Scream my name when you fall apart.”
His words send me over the edge, and I shake near violently with a third orgasm… while screaming his name.
“I’m going to come now, little mouse. Tell me where you want it,” he says.
“Anywhere.”
He moans when he reaches his release and his cum spurts out in thick ropes across my stomach, my cunt, and my breasts.
Some of it reaches my chin and lips. I lick around my mouth and groan.
Human cum doesn’t taste like this.
“It’s because you’re my mate. Everything about me is delicious. Even my cum.”
Since his wings no longer hold me down, I sit up and smile, my eyes droopy in a post-orgasm haze.
“You’re so cocky,” I say with a snort.
He leans in, stealing a kiss and not even caring that he gets his own release with it.
This kiss is different from the others we’ve shared. It’s not frantic or desperate. He kisses me like it’s the first of many. Because he knows all my kisses now belong to him.
“Come on,” he says, holding out his hand. “Let’s go get cleaned up. Then we’ll cuddle and fall asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms.”
I’m not sure what time it is, but my body is exhausted. I’ve never had that many back-to-back orgasms.
This is only the beginning and while I still have a million questions, they can wait until tomorrow. Right now, I’m going to let this gargoyle warrior take care of me.