Beseeging the Dick-Turrets #3
“I’m sorry, darling,” they said sincerely as they kissed an apology to his poor nipple.
“Darling,” he echoed, and for a moment, they swore he was blushing under his fur. “That’s nice.”
“Darling Dex,” they purred, and his tail wagged against theirs.
“And Sexy Cya,” he finished. “The dynamic duo.”
“Now, those are nicknames I can get behind,” they teased, and Dex fist-pumped modestly. “I am sorry about your nipple.”
He pouted excessively. “You have to be gentle with me; I’m a delicate flower.”
They giggled and gave his pec another kiss. “Okay, I’ll be gentle. Just remember to be a little less gentle with me.”
Slowly, Dex slipped a hand back into their hair, fingers tangling, and his nostrils flared as he scented their excitement.
Using his grip on their hair to angle their head where he wanted, he kissed them hard and insistent, and they circled their arms around him to map his powerful back.
As their hands roamed over his strong muscles, their tail snaked around his waist, the tapered tip of their rattle wriggling under the waistband of his shorts.
He gasped against their mouth as they carefully worked his shorts down enough to free his cock before they coiled the thinnest part of their tail beneath their rattle around him.
The pale peach shaft was glossy from his own fluids, the head glistening with pre-cum.
Cya wanted to lick it off, but they weren’t in the best position for that, so they settled for collecting the slick on their rattle and bringing it to their mouth.
All while Dex stared at them with wide eyes and parted lips.
Forked tongue flicking, they licked their rattle clean. It tasted salty and musky and a little bitter, but their mouth watered all the same. They wanted to gag on his cock again, but instead, they captured it with their tail and rhythmically squeezed it.
The Lupyn’s eyes fluttered shut, hips jerking into the tunnel of their tail. “Oh, fuck.”
“Does that feel good?” they asked continuing to massage his flexing back muscles with their hands.
“Uh-huh. Could use some lube, but yeah, so good.”
Looking down, they gathered some saliva and delicately spat it onto his dick, using it to slick the glide of their contracting tail. At that, his eyes practically bugged out of his head at that, and he released a broken whine.
“Unholy shit, how are you a virgin?”
They smiled guilelessly at him. “I’m inexperienced, darling, not innocent.”
“Smut novels,” he breathed in awe. “I’m never taking erotica writers for granted again.”
At their chuckle, he leaned in and pressed his forehead to theirs, rolling his hips.
Their rattle was just long enough to press against the swell of his balls under his fuzzy sheath, and they shook it, bringing another moan from the man.
Since they’d heard some Mammylions enjoyed having their tails played with, they used a hand to rub along the base of his, and he bared his teeth with a grunt.
Pumping his tail to the same rhythm theirs was jerking his dick, they watched the pleasure twist his features into something akin to pain. He was moaning deeply, hips stuttering, fingers twisting even tighter in their hair, and they smiled at the rush of power.
They loved being at Dex’s mercy, letting him play their body like the instruments in their drawing room, but they liked this too. It was exhilarating to see the pleasure they elicited from him, to hear the growly, puffy groans as he neared his climax. All because of them.
Cya’s touch, Cya’s pleasure, Cya’s body had brought him to this point, and it made them feel like a fucking god. They were going to make him cum all over them, and they were going to be utterly filthy when he was done. And they wanted it.
“Come on me, darling,” they said, forked tongue flicking over his parted, panting mouth. “Make a mess of me.”
“Yeah,” he grunted against their lips, “I’ll come all over you. ’Cause you’re mine now. You’re fucking mine.”
And Cya smiled and said, “Yours.”
Dex came with a shout, a thick stream of white fluid shooting from his cock to paint their tail and stomach. He came as he had last night, a continuous rush that really did cover them. They tightened their tail’s grip on his knot, and his head fell back with a deep groan.
Like he was rewarding them, another gush splattered higher on their chest, dripping over their left breast. They slowed their hand on his tail, then released him entirely to rub soothing circles over his lower back.
His orgasm lasted longer than theirs had—perks of knotting, they supposed—and they continued to rhythmically squeeze his knot to prolong his pleasure.
Eventually, Dex’s cock ran dry, and he slumped, his eyes blinking open. He grinned dopily down at them, his expression darkening with something primal as he surveyed their jizz-covered body. He snickered, almost giddily, then held up his hand.
“Best sex ever high-five?”
Because they didn’t have the heart to deny him, they pressed their palm to his as they confirmed, “Best sex ever high-five.”
Dex nodded in approval. “Boom!”
And Cya laughed. “Boom.”