14. Proslo
14
PROSLO
I ’d known from her profile that my Bride was a strong woman. Her last male had dared to lay hands on her and Pumpkin, kicking the poor cat and slapping her. He’d broken the vid viewer - no, they called it a television - that she’d had and damaged her coffee table. Yet both she and the feline had emerged victorious against him, and she had made sure he faced justice. She was brave - determined to not live in fear after what he had done, going to the scholarship center to secure the future she wanted, even while knowing she might be matched and have to alter her plans. Now she was here, with me, and both she and Pumpin kept showing me how much they trusted me. It was a gift, one I was going to ensure I never lost.
Right this second, that trust had her acting like a goddess, calling me after her to seal a pact with our bodies, an act that would finish entwining our souls together until the very stars became nothing but dust drifting through the vastness of space.
I followed her, my mouth feeling suddenly too crowded as my fangs elongated in anticipation of placing the mating bite upon her fair skin.
She gave a throaty laugh before reaching for the hem of her shirt, grasping it tightly in order to pull it right over her head. I growled and she flicked open the button of her pants, quickly shoving them off before climbing up onto the bed. Turning around, she gave me a wink.
“Whatcha waiting for, hmm?”
I stalked forward, my claws poking through my fingertips. That was fine. It made taking off that annoying scrap of fabric hiding her lucious breasts from my gaze all the easier. I reached out with a forefinger, hooking the bit of cloth between the two cups, and sliced through it as if it was butter.
She gasped.
“Ohh, you animal,” she breathed, licking her lips. “That was seriously hot.” She shrugged a strap off one shoulder, then the other. “But if you keep doing that, I will have to buy more bras.”
“Or go without,” I rasped, leaning down to take one rosy nipple into my mouth. She groaned, her hands cupping the back of my head as if to hold me in place, arching into me. I tongued her now rigid nipple before kissing it and fighting her hold just enough to turn my attention to her other one. I reached down with my hands, slicing her panties off of her hip.
“Yes, have me. All of me,” she gasped.
I reared my head back so I could free myself enough to take a half step back in order to remove my boots and trousers. She watched my every move, setting back onto the pillows and toying with a nipple using one hand, the other circling her clit.
My cock sprang free, already hard and leaking at the tip.
She groaned. “Oh, those scales look like they will feel real good.”
I stepped free of my trousers and began to stroke my erection, spreading the precum from the tip down along my length.
“That’s the idea,” I rasped.
“You’re so beautiful,” she told me.
I shook my head. Did she not know what a goddess she was? Those bountiful breasts, that soft rounded belly, thick thighs, and a plush ass to grab onto while I pounded into her? She was a divine being and I was blessed by the stars to have been made to be hers.
I climbed onto the bed, arranging myself between her knees.
“What are you - Mmmnnn,” she moaned as I nosed her fingers out of my way in order to suck her clit into my mouth. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph on a pogo stick!” she shouted. “Keep doing that!”
I had no idea who any of those people were nor what a pogo stick was, nor why they’d be on one, and certainly was clueless how it related to me eating her pussy. I did understand that she didn’t wish me to stop, so I sucked harder.
Her hands returned to the top of my head, grasping the strands of my hair tight enough to pull. The small bite of pain fed into the pleasure of tasting her salty yet sweet juices, and I began to lap at her wet cunt, heightening it.
“Yes, yes, like that,” she chanted breathily. I willed my claws back, sliding a finger in alongside my tongue. “Hah….”
Another finger joined the first, and I began to gently stretch her, needing to make sure she was loose enough to take my girth without pain.
“I need you. Just fuck me already,” she demanded.
I lifted my face to look at her.
“Not yet. I’m bigger than a human male.”
“If a vagina can pass a whole baby’s head, I'll be fine! I’m no virgin!”
“And it’ll feel even better,” I said, adding a third finger and began pumping them all in and out, “if I loosen you up a bit first.”
She whined in desperate want, glaring at me. I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, slipping in my pinky. I gave my hand a few more pumps, then pulled it free, licking it clean of her juices. “Okay, now,” I said, slicking myself up by placing my cock between her folds and rutting against her for a few moments before placing my cockhead at her entrance.
I had meant to push in slowly. I should have known she was not going to have any of that. I no sooner was notched against her entrance and just starting to push in, when she clamped her heels against my lower back and used them to leverage herself so she could impale herself.
“Move!” she demanded, her tone imperious and eyes narrowed.
Yes, she was a strong woman, who was not going to let any male dictate to her it seemed, not even in this. I granted her wish, pulling back slightly before slamming back inside. Her heels pulled me forward everytime I pulled back, our bodies moving in perfect sync.
The room filled with the sounds of skin hitting against skin, the bed frame squeaking along. I watched mesmerized as her breasts bounced and jiggled. I fell onto my forearms, needing to taste her. Our lips met and I kissed and nipped and sucked at her lips, her chin, her neck, until I felt a tingling in my balls heralding an impending climax. I reached down and pinched her clit.
“Come for me, baby,” I breathed in her ear before licking the spot at the juncture of her shoulder and neck and biting down.
She let out a primal scream of pure pleasure so intense it bordered on agony, back arching, heels holding me tight against her pelvis. Her walls strangled my cock and that was all it took. My own orgasm crashed over me as I felt hers.