Chapter 20 Furyon
Furyon
Lemon’s on my dick before I can gather the barest semblance of wits.
She slides that hot, wet mouth down my length, sucking the seed off me.
White eyes flash to mine as she licks up the underside, sending heat flaring through me.
My muscles lock up tight, balls tense as she dips her tongue into my slit, gathering the moisture there.
“Need you in my godsdamn bed,” I command.
If she keeps going, I’m gonna make a fool of myself out here in the dirt.
But I don’t stop her as she deepthroats me, my cock sliding to the back of her throat and down.
She hums, and the vibration has my thoughts scattering on the wind.
I fall back onto the ground, arching and rolling my hips.
I’d do any-fucking-thing to get more of that mouth.
“You gave in faster than I’d have thought.” She sits upright, bringing her hand to my length and squeezing me at the root. “I’m a little disappointed in you, Furyon.”
I’m up, shoving her off me and crawling over top of her before she can say another word. “Shut your fucking mouth,” I snarl. “Or I’ll fill it with something more meaningful than those hateful words.”
White lids flash over her eyes, but she rears back and laughs. Taunting. Teasing. Dragging us tits over ass into that spot where I degrade her.
I crawl my way up until her face is just below my cock, then I roll the tip along her lips. “You’re not done with this. Open up.”
She leans up and nips at the very tip, heat and fury rolling through my body in equal measure.
I grab her jaw and squeeze until I force her mouth open.
Then I roll my hips and slide into that sinful, hot mouth.
I fuck her throat slowly but steadily, careful not to go too deep as she squirms and groans around a mouthful of cock.
“If I reach between those pretty plump thighs, I’m gonna find you wet as hells, aren’t I?” I slide a hand behind me and pinch one of her nipples through her dress, pulling until she squeaks and chokes around my cock. The way her throat closes grips me tight, and I moan.
Lifting my wrist to my mouth, I slash my fangs across the vein, opening a wound.
She snarls when I hold it over my dick, dripping blood onto my length.
It splatters over her face and chest. The blood has exactly the effect I’d think, and she starts groaning and sucking on my cock like she’s tryin’ to win a contest.
I’m barely holding back another orgasm that’s gonna obliterate my mind, so I fall forward onto both hands and thrust into her mouth slowly.
Dip in, pull out, repeat. But then she bites me at the base, flooding my dick with venom.
Everything locks up tight, and I fall to one side, pulling her on top of me as we come together a fourth time.
Bliss is a battering ram to my senses, and I fist a hand in her hair to make sure she doesn’t let go of that spot where she’s biting, claiming, promising. Because it does feel like a promise with her taking me like this. It feels real. It feels like I’m gonna get to keep her.
And I pray to the gods I do, that I can show her enough of PG’s beauty that she won’t ever wanna leave.
Bliss overtakes me harder, pleasure rampaging through my system until all I can do is sob and beg.
The one thing I know with absolute certainty is that I can’t go back to my life before Lemon. There’s no fuckin’ chance.
If she needs me to become a city boy, to dress in three-piece suits and play the part, I’ll do it. Because what this woman wants, I’ll see that she gets. And that’s all there is to it.
She releases the bite and arches against me, tits smashing against my chest in the most pleasant of ways.
“Godsdamn, your body is fucking perfect,” I murmur into her hair. “I love how soft you are against all my hardness.”
“I love your hardness,” she says on a moan. “So much hardness.”
“You’re a slut for it, aren’t you?” I sit up and grip her throat. Dipping a shoulder, I use the leverage to toss her over and slide a hand up the back of her skirt to rest against her ass.
“Put me down!”
I reach up with my left hand and throw her skirt up over her back. Rearing back, I slap her ass hard enough to raise a welt. She bucks and hisses, clawing at me.
“You’re pushin’ me, city girl.” I reach up and pinch that tender spot where ass and thigh meet. “Blood whores don’t get to push strong elf males. You get to bend, to break. You get what I want to give and not a fucking thing more. You understand?”
An angry yowl is my only answer. But it’s all play.
I sense that the same way I sense a lot of things about other monsters.
I stalk onto the porch, commanding the pit hells to stay outside.
We hit the kitchen first, and I grab a bottle of tequila.
The bedroom’s next. Tossing her unceremoniously into the sheets, I stare hard as her entire body bounces and jiggles.
Fucking yes. Glorious.
“Hungry cum sluts don’t get clothes.” I wave at her dress. “Take it off, or I’ll rip it from your body. You’ve got five seconds, and I’m serious about that. If you don’t wanna lose those pretty ruffles, you better disrobe.”
Her eyes spring wide, but she yanks the dress over her head. Beneath it, she’s got on no underwear, but a gorgeous pink lace bra that doesn’t hide dark pink nipples. If anything, it’s almost like the bra’s pattern was meant to highlight those stiff, sweet peaks.
I kick off my clothes and crawl onto the bed. “Flip onto your knees.”
She turns over and waggles her ass at me.
That pretty pucker is begging for my mouth.
Below it, she’s all glistening beauty, her pussy lips swollen and puffy.
She’s hot, and she needs to be filled. Sliding my hands up the backs of her quivering thighs, I play with those pretty lips, sinking my fingertips just a little bit inside of her.
She falls backward, trying to impale herself on my fingers, growling when her efforts fall short.
“My little slut needs more, hmm? You wanna rock back and feel this big dick, don’t you?”
I pull the stopper out of the tequila and take a big swig. When she growls at me, I spit it on her back and ass. She jolts and yips, but the moan that follows has my entire body throbbing.
This is new and important. I want to tease her, to get dark like she’s asking. But I’ve got to take care, too. I’ve got to learn every inch of her, how she reacts to everything I do. It’s an important step in any new physical relationship to pay the utmost attention to how your partner’s feeling.
With Lemon, the need to learn her is extra deep, knowing that she’s mine. For a half second, I wonder if this is how the elves who work for my father’s business feel about their clients? That deeply primal need to connect and protect and care?
Because all I know, as I stare at the woman in front of me, is that I cannot imagine letting her go.