Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Silas
I guide Kiera off my lap and help her get situated against the pillows. But after she gets into the ordered position, with her thighs spread wide, I decide her dress is in the way. In addition to licking her pussy, I want to suckle and knead her breasts. I want to see her. All of her.
“Sit up higher and lift your arms in the air, little girl.” I rise from the bed and stand next to her, and I’m pleased when she lifts her arms without protest.
Careful not to rip the dress, I pull it off her body and toss it on a chair.
Then I push her back on the pillows, crawl atop her, and place my hands on either side of her quivering form.
I adore her responsiveness. I like that she’s trembling with desire.
My gaze falls to her ample bosom, and I lean down and capture a peaked nipple between my teeth, careful to angle my head so I don’t stab her with my antlers.
I apply the slightest pressure as I flick my tongue against the bud.
My cock throbs at the salty taste of her flesh.
I work my way down her body, worshipping every dip and curve, alternating kisses with licks and even occasionally dragging my teeth along her skin. Whimpers and moans emit from her, little noises of pleasure that join the steady murmurs of the wind that keep telling me to claim her.
Don’t the gods know how ravenous I am to taste her first?
The sweet scent of her excitement beckons me, and I finally situate my face between her thighs.
I dart my tongue along the seam of her moist nether lips.
Fuck yes. The delectable taste explodes across my tongue, and I hunger for more.
I push her thighs wider apart and resume the slow licks to her pussy.
At first, I focus on her core, where the abundance of her slickness resides, but I eventually move upward to her swollen clit.
She shudders and groans, and she tangles her fingers in my hair. Her hands also brush the base of my antlers, and it drives me fucking wild. I push two fingers into her core and commence a rapid thrust as I circle her clit with my tongue.
How long until she shatters? The prospect of her climaxing on my tongue causes the desire heating my blood to turn scorching. Perspiration trickles down my temple, and another spell of dizziness hits me. But I continue tending to her nubbin, savoring the pulsations of this sensitive bit of flesh.
At last, she releases a keening cry and gyrates her pussy into my mouth.
She tightens her hold on the base of my antlers, pulling me closer to her undulating core.
I increase the thrusts of my digits while I lap at her clit, pressing down on the inflamed button as she rides the waves of her pleasure.
I don’t cease the motions until she grows still on the bed.
I withdraw from her center as a soul-deep satisfaction spreads through me.
She’s panting breathlessly, and my gaze is drawn to the rapid rise and fall of her bosom.
Her dark pink nipples are still hard, and there’s a sheen of sweat between her breasts.
Her face is flushed, her expression blissful.
Gods, she truly is a beauty. And she’s mine. All mine. My precious Little girl.
Her eyes flutter open, and our gazes collide. Affection passes between us, a boundless warmth that increases the longer we stare at one another. The mating bond. My heart races with hope. I haven’t yet claimed her, not fully, but the bond is already starting to manifest.
The emergence of the bond prompts me into action. I rise from the bed and lift Kiera in my arms. I sense her melting into my embrace, savoring the closeness, relishing our newfound intimacy.
We barely know one another, yet the whispers on the wind insist we’re mates, and the bond is already building.
I resolve that once I rut her to completion, we will get to know one another better. But I quickly remind myself there’s no rush. Once the mating bond finishes forming, she’ll be as ageless and enduring as I.
I lift her higher in my arms, then lean down to place a lingering kiss to her forehead. She sighs and snuggles into my chest. I sense her fatigue, but I won’t allow her to rest. Not yet. The wind howls louder. I must claim her. Right fucking now.
After setting her on her feet, I guide her to bend over the bed. Her breath catches as she no doubt realizes my intent.
I plan to mount her from behind.
I run my hand down the curve of her back, then stand directly behind her as I allow my cock to brush against her bottom cheeks. She whimpers and rises on her toes. She also widens her stance and lifts her ass higher, presenting her swollen, gleaming pussy.
“Good Little girl,” I say in a praising tone.
I continue stroking her back, and my hands eventually travel lower to knead her buttocks.
Her cheeks are still reddened from her spanking, and the sight of her punished bottom and her slick, welcoming core draws a lusty growl from my throat.
“What a good Little girl you are, presenting your swollen pussy for claiming.”
I drag my nails down her back, and she arches her ass even higher.
I grasp the base of my engorged shaft and drag the bulbous tip through her moisture.
Gods. I adore the feel of her slickness on my appendage.
I continue coating the tip in her essence.
Whenever I encounter her clit, I press down harder, drawing more whimpers and moans from her quivering form.
The enticing scent of her arousal permeates the cabin, and a glance at her nether folds shows she’s becoming increasingly slick. She grips the covers so hard her knuckles turn white, and she presses her center against my roving cock.
I grasp her bottom cheeks, taking one in each hand, then I spread her wide as I angle my hardness toward her slick, inviting chasm.
I push inside her with a groan, and she gasps as her insides stretch to accommodate my size.
Though I’m eager to plunge scrotum-deep and begin a pace of rapid, punishing thrusts, I force myself to go slow, not wanting to hurt her.
While the idea of pounding her to the point of tears held appeal about an hour ago, now that the bond is starting to form between us, I cannot fathom visiting such roughness on her.
At least not during our first mating session.
In a few days, after she’s better adapted to my girth, perhaps then I will push her limits with a savage, relentless pounding.
I tighten my hold on her bottom and keep her spread wide as I push deeper, and I don’t pause until the tip of my shaft meets the fleshy barrier of her innocence.
Knowing this next part will likely cause her pain, I remain half-submerged in her tightness, allowing her more time to become used to my size.
Her skin is hot to the touch, and she keeps whimpering and moaning.
She also occasionally pushes back on my cock ever so slightly.
“Gods, Kiera, you’re getting Papa’s cock so wet.” I growl as I withdraw from her center, then push inside until I meet her maidenhead once more.
I build a slow rhythm, plunging into her with shallow thrusts.
Her moisture gushes around my rigid length, her excitement increasing in tune with mine.
I tap a finger on her exposed bottom hole a few times, just so I can watch the pucker clench and unclench.
She tears at the covers and makes an urgent pleading noise whenever I touch her back hole.
“All your holes belong to Papa, little girl,” I say in a firm voice as I continue the gradual drives into her core, as well as the teasing taps on her anus. “Your slick pussy, your shy bottom hole, and your pretty little mouth.”