Chapter Twenty #3
Nothing compared to the tangy flavor coating his tongue.
First, he pressed the muscle flat, just tasting her from top to bottom.
Then he remembered he was supposed to follow her lead.
He circled that little bundle at the top of her cunt.
Her hips immediately jerked and pressed harder.
The more pressure he applied, the more she ground her hips against him.
When he found a speed that caused her hands to fall away, he repeated it like it were the only function his body could complete.
When her fingers scraped their way across the top of his skull, he thought, just for a moment, that maybe he had died.
Maybe he wasn’t undead, but truly a spirit existing in a dream.
Because there was no other explanation for how he landed in that position.
Hips grinding against the mattress, hands curled around the tops of her thighs, holding them open around his ears, tusks tangled in her curls. It wasn’t till she said his name that he knew all of it was real.
For the first time in a few hundred years, he came.
Hard, fast, hot against the inside of his pants as he humped the mattress, till he was dizzy.
Thankfully, Hyacinth was in the same position as she gasped.
Her legs closed around him with a snap and delight flooded his tongue.
He lapped it up hungrily. Every drop he worked for and then some as he followed it to the fluttering source.
Spearing his tongue inside her, he found a second wave followed the first as she slapped a hand over her mouth.
A strangled, pitched sound escaped her with each thrust. Austin fucked her as hard and sharp as one could with a tongue.
I’ve got to sew in a stronger tongue. Something with more girth, heavier too.
He was already thinking of how to give himself a thicker appendage when she panted, swiping at his skull weakly.
“Enough, Austin, please,” she pleaded and he slipped his tongue out of her. Sweat formed around her face, eyes glassy and lips curled high up on her pretty cheeks. He liked her sex drunk smile. It made her glow differently than her other smiles. “You’re really good at following instructions.”
Austin felt his body heat up rapidly as he slid up her body. Resting his face against her soft tummy, he grinned up at her. “You’re very delicious. Did that fix the tingle?”
She nodded vigorously, brushing a hand across her brow. “Very much…though...”
“Though?” His face fell.
“You did so good, it’s definitely coming back.” She twirled a fingertip around his temple.
“Oh,” he wheezed, eagerly climbing up her body more till he could steal her lips.
Austin kissed her hard at first. Wanting to tell her it was okay to want it, that he was eager to fulfill that need at any moment.
That he was made for her, that he could be made exactly to her desires.
Modifications weren’t new for him. He actually enjoyed that part of his existence.
Minus certain parts of his anatomy like his torso and head, most of him was replaceable.
Including the soft appendage that was slick in his pants. “All you have to do is ask.
“Is it really that simple?” she murmured against his lips. “Ask you to taste me?”
“I’d eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if Lady Rosemont wouldn’t brandish me with a boot.” Austin grinned from ear to ear.
“And…and if I wanted other things?” She blinked up at him, a finger trailing his chest. He stopped it short of his pants, not wanting her to find how excited he was to please her.
“Currently, down for the count,” he confessed with an over-sensitized wince.
Her purple orbs searched his face. “I don’t understand.”
“I may have…came. Too.” The words should have been embarrassing, or maybe he believed it would, but the words flew out of him and no shame burned his chest. She didn’t even seem fazed.
“Oh, but I was not touching you—oh, is your erogenous zone on your head?” Her inquisitive gaze made butterflies from in his chest. Then Austin remembered she said something, actually spoke words to him. A question, in fact, was asked!
“Erogenous?” He gulped down air greedily.
“A place on your body that when touched appropriately creates intense desire. Or tingles.” Her fingers flicked in the air, like a conductor preparing a symphony, all swishes and taps.
“You sound like Smith, making up words and definitions,” Austin teased only to receive a pillow thwacked into the side of him.
She swung again with the pillow but missed, throwing the cushion across the room.
Austin howled with laughter as he pulled back to sit on his calves.
Despite her attack, she was laughing too.
It sounds so good, it feels better. I. Feel.
Better. Austin finally licked his lips and spoke, “I was, well you were, and then I was—It’s not my head. ”
“And so it was the mattress?” She crossed her arms under her chest.
“I like when you tell me what to do.” The words fell out of him and their eyes locked. His chest constricted. I’ve always liked being told what to do. I’ve just never come because of it.
Hyacinth steadily grinned, confidence oozing from her. She shrugged with one shoulder, “That’s good, because I am, how did our maker describe me when my back was turned? Oh! Yes, headstrong... And I liked telling you what to do.”
Austin felt the heat lick up his insides till he thought he might actually sprout flames like Carl. But then she grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him in for another kiss.