Chapter 6
Chapter
Six
DRAKKAN
My chosen bride may have been mortal, but her taste was nothing short of divine.
I licked the last traces of her from my lips as I watched her perfect breasts heave.
Her brown skin was darkened with a flush of arousal all the way to her nipples, which were so hard they begged me to taste them again.
I had let my godly instincts guide me thus far, and it had not let me astray.
But right now, I had other plans.
My fingers dug into the soft skin of her thighs as I held her weight and turned her away from the tree to lay her down in the soft moss and churned leaves.
As her back touched the ground, she surprised me by tightening her thighs around me and heaving, until I lay on my back in the leaves and she hovered over me.
My heart, already hammering at the thought of being so close to binding myself to my bride, thundered in my ears.
Her small hands landed on my chest and she sat up.
A growl reverberated in my chest as the move pressed her wet heat against my aching cock.
Even more arousing though, was the sight of her sitting above me, the remains of her dress now falling completely free and leaving her in nothing but her golden jewelry, crowned with antlers that mirrored my own and caressed by the light of the full moon.
I groaned and the tip of my tail twitched, stirring the leaves beside us. Experimentally, she dragged her hips forward and back, grinding her perfect center against my cock.
Her mouth fell open, and my sharpened gaze locked onto the perfect O her lips made. Someday I would slide my godhood past those lips and see what kind of sounds she made while her mouth was stuffed full of my cock. But now I needed to make her ready to bind herself to me.
I lifted my hands to her hips and helped her drag herself across my length, feeling the size and weight of it. Her breath hitched, and she tried to lift up to take me inside her, but didn’t let her, pushing her down harder against me.
“Your cunt isn’t ready to take me yet, little witch,” I soothed as she whimpered, continuing to grind her on my length.
“I don’t think I can get any wetter.” Her voice came thin and breathy.
My lips pulled back involuntarily as I bared my teeth in carnal satisfaction. “We shall see about that.”
She continued to undulate her hips, rubbing her wetness over me and I let out a grunt of satisfaction.
“That’s right,” I urged. “Use me to find your pleasure. Feel how hard I ache for you.”
Her hips stuttered and my hands, which had been resting on her waist, drifted down to cup her ass.
I dug my fingers so hard into the flesh of her hips that I was sure to leave marks as I urged her to continue her movement.
She braced her hands on the planes of my stomach and let her head fall back.
The movement left the column of her throat deliciously exposed and her long braids fell down to tickle my thighs.
As the head of my cock nudged the center of her pleasure, she let out a broken keen.
I began thrusting against her, making sure to brush her most sensitive point with every pass.
My movements became ragged as I moved her hips with my hands, jerking her over my cock, nearly blind with pleasure just from the feeling of her rubbing against me.
But I blinked the haze of ecstasy from my eyes to focus on her.
I had been so busy enjoying the taste of my bride and the feel of her pulsing against my tongue the first time she came undone, that I had not gotten to watch her pleasure.
This time, I drank in every detail as she broke, tossing her head from side to side and trembling as her climax crashed through her.
I imprinted the memory of her eyes screwed shut and her mouth wide open in a silent scream onto my divine soul, so that the memory of this most beautiful sight might be preserved for eternity.
Finally, her trembling abated, and she slumped her weight into her hands, letting her head hang forward onto her chest as she panted. Rivulets of her release gathered in the grooves of my abdomen and trickled down to soak the fur of my hips and thighs.
“Now, my bride, you’re ready.”