Chapter 12 #5
A guttural, ragged shout was torn from his lungs, echoing in the alcove. His hands, still tangled in her hair, clenched involuntarily, pulling her head forward, holding her there as he pulsed.
She just moaned delighted.
The sound vibrated around his cock, a deep, pleasured hum that milked him further.
She didn’t pull back, didn’t flinch.
She took it.
Swallowed, her throat working around him, drawing out every drop.
Looking into his eyes.
He managed to open his own, his vision swimming.
Her silver gaze was locked on his, unblinking.
It was a look of pure, triumphant satisfaction.
She just nodded.
Encouraging him to let go. To give it all to her.
He did.
Another powerful spurt, then another, each one wringing a shuddering groan from him. It felt endless, a torrent of pent-up need that had been buried under years of discipline and duty, now flooding out of him.
It was a lot.
Both her hands were resting on his thighs, her fingers digging into the dense muscle there, gently caressing through the tremors that wracked him. The touch was grounding, possessive.
Encouraging.
Finally, after the last wave had been pulled from him, a delicious, soft, wet pop was heard in the alcove as she released him from her lips.
She leaned back, still on her knees.
A soft, satisfied breath escaped her lips.
“Wow,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from use.
She licked her lips, a slow, deliberate motion that caught a stray droplet.
“You… are the tastiest.”
Ulric was just breathing.
Heavy, ragged gulps of the hot, dry air.
His eyes, glazed and dark, were resting on her, on the slick mess on her chin, on the utterly sated, smug curve of her smile.
He felt hollowed out, rebuilt, shattered.
He couldn’t speak.
She just sighed, a sound of deep contentment and stretched her arms above her head, a long, languid motion that arched her back.
His eyes stayed on her.
He exhaled slowly.
Then his head fell back.
His laughter echoed in the chamber, a raw, joyous sound that seemed to shake loose the final layers of his stoic shell. When he opened his eyes again, the deep green was softer now. Warmer. Almost dazed.
He looked at her.
She was there.
On her knees before him, silver eyes shining, lips swollen and wet, chin glistening with the evidence of his surrender.
So pretty.
Ulric leaned forward, large hand suddenly gentle as it cupped her cheek. His thumb brushed over the smooth, glowing crimson skin, slow and reverent. He lowered himself and kissed her.
Lirith’s lips parted instantly, welcoming him. A soft moan escaped her as their mouths met. Warm, satisfied. Her tongue brushed his, tasting salt, sweetness, and the lingering warmth between them.
The kiss deepened.
Ulric’s other hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her close, unwilling to let even an inch of distance return.
“You are a dream,” he murmured against her lips, voice thick with spent passion.
Lirith giggled softly, breath warm against his mouth.
“Mmmph… thank you…”
She gave him one more kiss, slow and lingering, then pulled back just enough to look him in the eye. Her expression was playful, but her gaze was molten.
“You made me so wet.”
The words were a whisper, but they hit him like a physical blow.
Something hungry woke in his eyes.
A flicker of the disciplined warrior, now transformed into a creature of pure, single-minded desire.
His arms, thick with muscle, shot up.
In one swift, effortless motion, he lifted her. She was tall, athletic, but he handled her like she was weightless. He turned her in mid-air, his hands under her thighs, and set her down on soft cushions, facing away from him, with her ass presented to him.
Her surprised gasp was cut short by a groan of anticipation.
He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.
His hands went to the leather shorts she wore. They were simple, tight, fastened at the sides. He pulled at the ties, his fingers deft despite their size. The leather gave way, and he tugged them down, over the curve of her hips, past her toned thighs, and off.
She was bare now.
Her crimson skin glowed all the way down. The toned muscles of her back, the narrow waist, the powerful swell of her ass, all on display.
And between her thighs…
Her pussy was a darker shade, a deep, wine-red. The lips were slick, glistening with her own arousal. Leaking openly. The scent that rose from her was delicate, sweet, that same ember warmth, now mixed with a lush, feminine musk that made his mouth wet.
He leaned forward, his face burying itself between her legs.
Not just her pussy.
His mouth found the smooth, perfect curve of her ass. He kissed it. Then he opened his mouth and tasted her. He licked a hot, wet stripe from her clit all the way up to the cleft of her ass.
She shuddered violently.
Her hands flew out, trying to ground herself.
A ragged cry escaped her lips.
Ulric didn’t stop.
His tongue traced the outer folds of her pussy, tasting, learning her shape.
Then he delved.
He pushed his tongue inside her.
She was hot.
So hot it was almost shocking.
Wet.
Slick.
Tight.
He felt her inner muscles clench around his invading tongue, a pulsing, welcoming grip.
He groaned into her flesh, the sound muffled by her body.
He began to tongue-fuck her.
In and out. A deep, rhythmic penetration. Each thrust of his tongue was followed by a groan of pure delight. He tasted her fully, the unique, sweet flavor of her desire. He drank the juices that flowed freely with each push.
He couldn’t get enough.
His hands came to her hips, holding her steady, pulling her back against his face. He was relentless. His nose pressed against her ass.
He was a man starved, and she was the feast.
Her reactions were immediate, visceral.
She started to shake. Not little tremors, but deep, quaking shudders that ran through her entire frame. Her moans became cries, sharp and uninhibited, echoing off the walls.
“Oh, gods—! I didn’t know that you’d—” she gasped, her voice breaking.
He ignored her pleas, or perhaps he answered them with deeper, harder thrusts of his tongue. He felt her body tensing, the coil inside her winding tighter and tighter. He focused on a particular spot, a firm, ridged area just inside her entrance. He pressed his tongue flat against it, then rubbed.
She screamed.
It was a short, sharp sound of pure overload.
And then she started cumming.
Her body arched, her back bowing. A gush of fluid, hotter than the rest, flooded his mouth. It was more than just her arousal. She was squirting.
He didn’t pull away.
His mouth opened wider, letting it flow over his tongue, down his chin.
He drank her.
The rich, nectar, tasting her climax directly.
It was slightly sweet, slightly salty, overwhelmingly her.
She kept coming.
Wave after wave, each squeeze of her inner walls sending another pulse of liquid into his mouth. He lapped at her, sucking, drinking, licking up every drop that escaped. He was drowning in her, and he welcomed it.
Finally, the waves subsided. Her body slumped forward, exhausted, her arms barely holding her up. Her breathing was ragged, shallow. She was trembling, a fine, continuous vibration.
He pulled back slowly, his face wet, gleaming with her release. He looked at her spent form, the powerful warrior demoness reduced to a quivering, satisfied creature by his mouth.
He kissed the inside of her thigh, a soft, final press of lips.
Then he leaned close to her ear, his voice a low, rough whisper.
“You’re the tastiest.”
She didn’t reply with words. She just shuddered again, a soft, blissful sigh escaping her.
He stood up, his own body still humming with the aftermath of his own release and the fervor of hers. He looked at her, bent over the bench, her beautiful ass and glistening pussy exposed, her body lax with pleasure.
The hunger in his eyes hadn’t faded.
He reached for her, his hands sliding around her waist.
“Mmmph, I—I need a moment.”
He did not give her a chance.
As she slumped forward, bliss-drunk and trembling from his tongue, his hands kept caressing her waist.
Possessive.
Demanding.
She was limp, compliant.
“Arch your back gorgeous.”
His voice was a low command, rough with intent.
A whimper escaped her lips.
A sound of submission and pure need.
She obeyed.
Her elbows rested on a big pillow allowing her to bend forward, presenting herself to him.
Her back was beautifully defined, the line of her spine forming a soft valley between toned, elegant muscles that shifted subtly with every breath.
The strength there was unmistakable. Fit, graceful, and feminine all at once.
Below, the smooth curve of her hips flowed into the full, firm swell of her ass, the entire silhouette offered without hesitation.
His large, calloused palms began to knead the firm, crimson flesh, spreading her, feeling the heat of her skin. He traced the cleft, his fingers brushing against the slick, wet evidence of her earlier climax.
And then she lifted her ass higher.
For him.
A deliberate, eager offering.
“Is this okay?” she asked, her voice muffled against the pillows, but the tone was not one of doubt.
His mouth went dry.
This felt unreal.
Like something he had no right to.
A dream he had never even allowed himself to imagine.
And one he never wanted to wake from.
She presented herself to him.
Her pussy, glistened openly, creamy and swollen, just begging.
He stepped closer, his cock, thick and heavy and already hard again, nudging against her soaked entrance.
He filled her up.
She gasped, a sharp, bitten-off sound that transformed instantly into a ragged moan. Her body convulsed around him, her inner walls clamping down in a vice-like grip of shock and pleasure.
She started immediately babbling and moaning.
“Gods, gods, gods—oh fuck—!”
Her silver irises rolled back, disappearing beneath fluttering eyelids as her body surrendered to the relentless rhythm of his thrusts.
Pure ecstasy.
He leaned over her.