3. Fiona #2
His eyes meet mine, his black slit elongating.
I have no time to prepare myself before his mouth lands on mine.
I moan as his lips seal me in a carnal, hot kiss that steals my breath.
I close my eyes, surrendering as Severin’s hand spans my waist, pulling me closer, my pussy grinding on his dual shafts as he kisses me against the books.
His tongue plunges into my mouth, thick and forked and tasting of home, of desire, of lust. My body goes liquid, boneless, every nerve ending igniting as his cool scales press against my heated skin through the thin silk of my nightgown.
His tail slides under my gown, teasing my legs and flicking against my inner thigh as honey gushes from my cunt.
I kiss him harder, feeling his tongue tangle with mine, reveling in his taste, as he kisses me like a starved beast. I like the rawness, the intensity, the way his animal nature takes possession of me.
“Fiona, what am I going to do with you?” He rasps.
His teeth graze my lower lip, and I whimper, my hips rolling forward of their own accord, grinding my swollen, aching pussy against the twin ridges of his shafts.
The slick soaking through my nightgown is already working its magic, that golden warmth spreading through my core, making me wetter, hotter, needier than I have ever been.
“Severin,” I am breathless when our lips part. Facing him, I say, “Take me now. Take me as rough and raw as you want. I am yours, husband, and I’m not going anywhere.”
His eyes flicker, his arousal shimmering between us, and then I’m pulled off the ground with a yelp.
I feel my ass land on the carpet, my husband’s serpentine body covering mine, his dark hair brushing me as his hands find the hem of my gown and tear it open.
I cry out in surprise as the cotton is shredded before my eyes, his retractable black claws long and sharp, making quick work of my clothing.
I lie naked before my monster viscount, his eyes gleaming.
“Look at you,” he hisses. “So ripe, so full, so ready to be bred by a monster. You walked into a snake’s den, Fiona, and you are walking out with my baby inside your belly.” He grabs my hips, turning me. “Get on your hands and knees, wife. I want to pound you from the back.”
I like how frenzied he is, how his dirty words are music to my ears. I realize how much I want this, how much I’ve missed being touched and mastered by my husband. I get to my hands and knees, my ass up in the air, my thighs parting to reveal the pink, glistening core at my center where he belongs.
His tail slides up my spine, thick and warm and impossibly strong, and I feel it coil around my waist, holding me in place.
The scales press against my bare skin, cool and smooth and alive, and another loop wraps around my wrists, pinning them on the floor.
I am bound completely. Helpless, open, and dripping before my monster viscount, like a sacrificial offering.
“Look at this wet pussy, drenched already,” he growls, his voice so deep it vibrates through the floorboards and into my bones.
His cool fingers trace the length of my slit, gathering the wetness that has been pooling there since I first heard his voice in the library.
“Your slick is dripping down your thighs like a river. And you haven’t even been touched yet. ”
I whimper as his fingertip circles my entrance, teasing, spreading me open just enough for the cool air to hit my swollen, aching flesh. My hips buck backward, chasing his touch, and he chuckles, a dark, feral sound that makes my clit throb.
“Eager little wife,” he murmurs, dragging two fingers through my folds, coating them in my slick.
“Presenting yourself to your husband like this during his heat. Like a good little cum dump, begging to be filled. I can’t wait to take you deep and hard.
I’ve been dying for your softness, your warmth, your slick little pussy all day. ”
“Yes.” My pussy clenches around nothing. “Use me, my lord. Use your wife to make yourself feel good.”
I can’t believe I’m saying such words, but his presence makes me feel free and adventurous.
His dual hemipenes press to my back and I moan as his aphrodisiac slick rubs over my quivering folds.
“I’m going to destroy this cunt tonight, little one.
” His guttural voice is followed by his hips thrusting forward.
I scream as his twin shafts simultaneously fill my little hole, stretching me to maximum capacity.
The slick numbs the pain, making me feel so good, letting me take both his shafts at once as he sinks his fingers into my ass cheeks as he seats himself deep inside my core.
“Such a tight little pussy, gripping me like a glove. I love coming home to my wife’s body. ”
My walls ache with need, every nerve ending on fire, massaging my husband’s impossible large shafts as he fills me, the size difference comical. He’s a sixteen-foot monster, and I’m a five-foot human, but when we come together, it’s the most perfect symphony.
“Mmmm…I’m so full…I’ve longed to feel you inside me all day.” His balls come to rest against my ass, my breasts hanging low, my nipples hard.