Chapter 8 #3
Korrad’s grip on my legs shifted. He pulled me closer, lifting my ass off the mattress, his hands sliding to my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh. The angle changed, his cock driving deeper, and I cried out, my back arching.
“That’s it,” he growled, his voice a dark rumble. “Take it, sweetheart. Take all of me like the good girl I know you are.” His hands moved again, sliding to my ass, his palms spreading me open. The cool air hit my puckered hole, and then—
The tip of one claw brushed against me there.
I gasped, my body locking up, pleasure and shock and something wickedly dirty spiraling through me. The sensation was sharp, unexpected, the pressure of his claw sending a jolt straight to my clit. My breath hitched, my body coiling tight—
And then I was coming again.
My back bowed off the bed, my fingers digging into my breasts, my nails biting into my own skin as I came with a broken cry.
My pussy clenched around Korrad’s cock, my walls milking him, my body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.
He groaned, his hips stuttering, his cock pulsing inside me as he held me against him, his claws pricking my ass just enough to send another spike of sensation through me.
“Fuck—Kesha—” His voice was a growl, his body tensing above me.
Then, with a groan of surrender, he pulled out, his cock slipping free of my spasming pussy.
He pressed his hard length along my folds, sliding along them, the sensation just as intense as if he was inside me.
I didn’t understand what was happening until, with a muted roar, he came.
Hot ropes of cum splattered across my stomach, my breasts, the scent of cinnamon filling the air.
I lay there, panting, my body still trembling with aftershocks, my skin slick with sweat and his release.
My fingers twitched against my breasts, my nipples still tight, my pussy throbbing emptily.
I expected him to collapse beside me, to pull me into his arms, to sleep, just as every other male did after their release…
But then Korrad was moving.
He dropped to his knees between my boneless legs, his hands sliding under my thighs, lifting my legs over his shoulders. His breath was hot against my inner thighs, his gaze locked onto my pussy, his eyes still glowing with that eerie green light.
“W-what are you—?” I breathed, my body too sensitive, too wrung out for more.
But then his tongue dragged through my folds, and I gasped, my hips jerking. He groaned, the vibration humming against my oversensitive flesh, his ridges swirling around my clit before he pulled back.
Watching me. Waiting for my cue?
I was still staring at him, dazed, when my fingers twitched. Curiosity won out over exhaustion. I dragged my fingertips through the cum on my tits, the spicy scent filling my nose, and then—slowly—I brought my fingers to my mouth.
Korrad’s breath hitched, his gaze snapping to mine as I licked.
The taste was strange—warm, slightly sweet, with that same cinnamon spice flavor I’d smelled earlier. My tongue swirled, testing, and then I moaned, the sound low and surprised. It wasn’t unpleasant. It was… good. Rich. Addictive.
Korrad’s groan was raw, his hands tightening on my thighs. “Kesha—”
I pulled my fingers from my mouth, my lips curling into a smirk. Then, still holding his gaze, I dragged my cum-slick fingers lower, smearing the sticky release over my folds, my clit, my entrance.
“What are you doing?” he rasped, his voice rough.
I arched a brow, my fingers circling my clit, spreading his cum over my sensitive flesh. “I’m testing to see if I can take your cum in my pussy.”
His eyes darkened, the green embers flaring. “Gods below, Kesha, do you know how hot that is?”
I smirked, my fingers sliding lower, pressing against my entrance. “I’m doing it for science.”
Korrad made a sound that was half-laugh, half-growl. Then, before I could react, he was scooping me up, his arms banding around me, lifting me against his chest. I squealed, my arms flying around his neck as he strode toward the bathroom.
“Now what?” I laughed, breathless.
His grin was wicked, his tusks glinting.
“I’m participating in your experiment.” He kicked the bathroom door open, his steps sure.
“First, I’m going to draw you a bath. Let you soak.
” His voice dropped, his breath hot against my ear.
“Then I’m going to get you something to drink.
” His hand slid down to cup my ass, his fingers flexing.
“And then I’m going to cover you in cum, just to test how well your pussy can take it. For science.”
My breath hitched, my body already responding to the promise in his voice. The water started running, steam filling the air, and Korrad set me down on the counter, his hands framing my face.
“You’re my wife, Kesha,” he murmured, his forehead pressing to mine. “And I’m going to take care of you.”
I swallowed, my heart pounding. “Okay.”
His lips curled, his thumbs brushing my cheekbones. “Good girl.”
And then he was kissing me, slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world.