Chapter 5 #2
“I can smell how you ache for me, little witch. I will not let you deprive me of a single drop of the pleasure I will wring from you. After all, I caught you, and now I will claim every inch of you. That was our deal.” An expression like a smirk twisted his inhuman features.
“And I am not yet done exploring this human practice of pressing our mouths together.”
A bolt of amusement cut through the haze of lust, strong enough to startle a breathy laugh out of me.
“Kissing,” I gasped as he traced the back of one claw across my throat to the hollow between my collarbones. “That’s what we call it. Do gods not kiss?”
A satisfied noise rumbled in Drakkan’s throat, like a deep purr, as his claw caught on the neckline of my dress.
“I do not know what gods do, for I have spent all my days among the beasts of the forest who mate and fuck with abandon. But perhaps I shall make you my goddess and we will find all the possible ways to pleasure one another: human, animal, and divine.”
A strangled moan escaped my lips at his words, drowned out by the tearing of fabric as Drakkan drew his claw through my dress, splitting it cleanly down the front.
The heat of his mouth covering mine again clashed with the cool breeze caressing my now bare skin as the remains of my dress hung uselessly from my shoulders.
He kissed me again as his hands began to investigate my bared skin. I squirmed and whimpered against his lips as his fingers brushed the underside of my breast before he used the back of one claw to circle my nipple.
With a curious expression Drakkan pulled back, gauging my reaction as he teased the aching flesh with the pads of his fingers. I bit back a noise like a sob as he repeated the action on the other breast.
The chase had stoked the fire within me hot enough that I felt ready to combust at any moment, but I was at Drakkan’s mercy as his vines left me helpless to do anything but tunnel deeper into the well of desire his touch awakened in me.
Drakkan’s golden eyes flashed before he ducked his head, and a sharp cry of surprise and pleasure echoed in the quiet of the forest as he pressed the flat of his tongue to my nipple.
The scrape of his fangs against the tender skin of my breast made me thrash as I chased the maddening sensation, but the vines around my wrists and ankles tightened, keeping me from chasing his mouth as he pulled away, only to switch his attention to my other breast.
By the time he was satisfied with his explorations, I was panting and sagging against the trees, letting my leafy bonds hold most of my weight. My knees trembled and my head spun.
This was what it meant to be at the mercy of a god.
Drakkan peered up at me, his slitted eyes partially obscured by a veil of leaves cascading down from his antlers, as he fell to his knees.
He dragged his tongue over my skin once more, this time over the glowing swirls of my witch mark.
His eyes became half lidded as if in pleasure, and a rumble like that of the mountains emanated from his chest.
The ghost of a smile twisted my lips, even as my face screwed up in pleasure. This god was at my mercy too.
His fingers trailed down my lower abdomen, and I shivered as he brushed over the curls between my legs.
“Your claws,” I gasped, as he ghosted over my most sensitive spot with the pad of one finger. He tilted his head at me as if in thought before flexing his hands. The claws at the tips of his fingers retracted beneath his skin like those of a cat.
“I do not sheathe them often,” he admitted, circling the spot that made me gasp for air, “But I will for my bride. I’ll be gentle with my prize…for now.”
My head fell back against the tree with an audible thunk as he continued to stroke through my folds at a leisurely pace, as if exploring. My thighs clenched as if to close around his hand, keeping it where I wanted it most.
In response, the ropes around my ankles pulled my legs impossibly wider and Drakkan’s fingers spread me open carefully for his perusal. “Let me see my prize and drink the honey you promised me. I must prepare your cunt to be bound to me, my bride.”
I didn’t have time to process his words before he licked my sex in one long stroke, flicking his tongue over my clit at the end in a way that made me shriek.
He repeated the action before staring up at me and growling, “That’s right, little witch. Let all the creatures of this forest know what their god does to you.”
Then, he set to devouring me with a single-minded focus that flayed me open and remade me.
His tongue explored every inch of my sex while the occasional brush of a polished fang against my folds sent a bolt of pleasure mixed with adrenaline through me.
The heady mix had me trembling at the precipice of my pleasure in mere minutes.
My fingers clenched into fists as I teetered on the edge, wishing I could grab onto his antlers and grind against his face to take my pleasure. Instead, I was forced to let him wring it from me.
Drakkan groaned at the fresh rush of wetness coating my thighs and lapped it up greedily.
“Come for me, little witch,” he groaned against my heated flesh. “Give me your pleasure.”
One more swirl of his tongue was all it took before I shattered. My vision went as bright as the full moon above as I shook and shook. Where I had cursed the bonds at my wrists a moment before, now the vines and Drakkan’s grip on my thighs were all that kept me upright as pleasure left me boneless.
Finally, he stood, and the vines holding me in place loosened.
Before I could slide to the leaf-strewn ground, Drakkan’s hands came under my thighs, hoisting me against him and pressing me into the tree at my back.
I let my arms fall, coming to rest around his shoulders.
My fingers traced the whirling bark patterns of his skin as he kissed me again, clearly having taken to the human practice rather quickly.
I sighed in contentment, and he slid his tongue into my mouth, feeding me the taste of my own arousal and stoking the spark in my core back into a crackling heat.
Drakkan pulled back from my lips just far enough to speak into my mouth.
“I have kissed you as humans do, and now I will bind you to me.”