Chapter 26 #2
Romival was growling for her as he brought them into his room. He had changed his bed since she had been here last. There were more pillows and cushions now, along with a thick, soft, white fur tossed over the blanket. His attempt at making it more welcoming to her.
If he had any doubts that he was meant to be an adassi, they were banished completely when he had tried to make a nest for her.
He had no idea what he was doing, had no particular preference for how it should be arranged, and his only thought had been that he was stealing her privileges from her.
But he also wanted to make the bed so she would be comfortable.
Comfort was important to his adassi, so even though it was weird, he tried his best to accomplish the task.
And he was rewarded when he laid her back on it and a flash of surprise crossed her face followed by a bright smile as she ran her hands over the fur, petting it and unconsciously snuggling into it. And he may not be a nest maker, but he certainly appreciated seeing her happiness.
Then, her joy immediately transformed into a desirous, silent invitation as her seductive body slowly writhed on the fur, enjoying the press of the luxurious softness with her entire being.
Looking up at him with blatant longing. The way she had fallen pooled her long, flowing skirt around her waist. Only pushing up further when she lifted her bent knees then hesitated just a second before letting them fall open, teasing him in close.
Romival didn’t hesitate at all. He grabbed the sides of the cute, simple panties covering her sweet cunt and ripped them away, temporarily closing her legs as he yanked them free.
He grabbed her thighs and forced them back open, diving in to kiss and lick and suck at her wet, heated flesh.
The glorious flavor of his female burst on his tongue, and he groaned, his hips jerking forward reflexively, wanting to bury his cock in the sweet hole he drank from.
Did all human females taste like this? Romival wasn’t unfamiliar with pleasuring a female with his tongue, and though it was a good flavor, nothing compared to humans. There was no other taste like it. He could live on this. He would die for this. Kill, die, and live.
“Krititori vask seerin ka dinira,” he said, growling the words into her glistening folds.
Holly was too lost to her pleasure, moaning and thrashing as she simultaneously tried to get away and get closer to him, to realize what he said.
If she even recognized the declaration for what it was.
The words of love and devotion spoken in ancient Domtri were a treasure that she had no way of comprehending, but he had to tell her.
He repeated them again when he pressed two of his fingers into her leaking channel. Again when he pressed up against that spot inside her pulsing cunt. Rubbing and massaging it as he sucked and licked at that hard little clit of hers.
She climaxed with a scream, her hands grabbing his hair, her thighs grabbing his head, her cunt grabbing his fingers. Clenching onto him with everything she had.
He kept going. He continued ruthlessly stimulating her until she begged for him to stop.
Pleas that turned into hoarse whimpers and cries, then his name, then nothing.
Meaningless blabber as she crested again.
Producing more moisture for him. More sweetness that he eagerly lapped up like a dying man at a stream.
Only when she was smacking at his head, whimpering at the continued assault on her oversensitive flesh, did he finally pull back. He licked his lips as he looked up at his female. Her heaving breasts, her pink features, her wild hair, her sparkling eyes.
Romival smirked as he stood, pulling at his clothes at last. She watched him with an increasingly hungry gaze as more of his flesh was exposed to her eyes.
It was still daylight outside, the multitude of stained glass overhead coloring his body blue and purple and green as he discarded his uniform and approached her.
His Holly tended to get tired after a couple of good climaxes – which always made him proud. So, he was surprised when she suddenly sat up, moving to the edge of the bed. She sat down there, reaching for him with one hand and for the seal on her dress with the other.
“Come here,” she said taking, not his hand as he expected, but his hip. “It’s my turn.”
“It’s always your turn,” he agreed, grabbing her shoulder, fully intending on pushing her back on the bed so he could slake his lust on her body. Maybe even see if he could convince her to take his knot, even for just a moment…
“I’ve noticed,” she laughed, running her hand down his shaft.
Her soft, warm touch made his growl deepen as she explored the head for just a moment then down to his knot. It was hard and throbbing, not fully swollen but definitely standing out against his shaft. He hadn’t yet plunged it inside her, and the turgid flesh ached, reminding him of that fact.
“But that wasn’t what I meant. Let me try this.”
“Try what?” He asked, curiosity flaring. Not quite beating back his desire, but certainly mixing with it, making it better. He loved a good experiment.
He watched Holly lean closer to him, her hand bending his cock down, her mouth opening. She moved deliberately, keeping her eyes on him as she did it, obviously broadcasting exactly what she intended to do as though to make sure she had his permission.
And somehow, he was still shocked when her hot mouth closed over the head of his cock.
He snarled, his head thrown back, hissing through his teeth as an electric pleasure shot up his spine, tightening every muscle in his body at once as his claws emerged then retracted then emerged again as he lost control of himself for just a second.
Holly was sucking, her warm, smooth little tongue stroking along the sensitive ridges of his head and shaft while her other hand squeezed his knot.
Romival had honestly never thought of her doing this. Domini females couldn’t do it. Their fangs would cut along the sensitive flesh if they tried. Males tasted their females, but females couldn’t taste their males. At least, not more than some casual licks. Certainly not this sucking.
But Holly’s fangs weren’t fangs at all. No longer than the rest of her teeth, no sharper, she was still careful to keep them away from his cock as she sucked as much of him as possible into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth.
Romival grabbed her head with one hand, being careful not to cut her with his claws or accidentally thrust his hips forward. He didn’t want to choke or hurt her. He certainly didn’t want this to end, though it took everything in him not to shove her all the way down.
She was so focused on what she was doing, it was adorable. Her brow furrowed in concentration, working his shaft with both hands as her head bobbed. His ridges kept breaking the vacuum as her lips ran over them, but she tried so hard.
Krik, if he hadn’t already fallen in love with her before, she would have made him her slave now as she slobbered and sucked and slurped on his flesh.
It was taking all of his willpower not to shove his cock deeper.
He had none left over to keep his orgasm from whiting out his mind.
His sac tightened and drew up, his knot expanded against her hand as she squeezed it first with one, then the other, rhythmically like the way her little cunt milked his cock when he had it inside her.
The feeling was close enough that he came fully, his entire load bursting in her mouth.
She cried out in surprise, her eyes going wide, as her throat convulsively swallowed once.
Twice. Then was overwhelmed as his pearlescent seed escaped around her lips.
She pulled back with a gasp, but her hands remained on his knot, and his cum continued to spray her face, then her breasts when she aimed his cock down, coating the loose dress as it hung down off her shoulders with more of the white, thick ropes of cum.
She was breathing hard, staring down at his load, shock on her face.
“So much…” She whispered, amazed.
Romival caught her chin and lifted her face, forcing her to look at him as his seed dripped from her parted lips. She was still breathing hard from the effort first of sucking, then of trying to drink him down fully and failing.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, tracing his thumb along her lower lip, spreading his seed in the process and tempting out her tongue to lick it.
She shivered.