48. Cato #2
He smiles against my skin. “Good. Maybe he’ll fall asleep with his cock in his hand tonight, imagining how you’d feel around him. He’ll never have you, though, will he?”
I shake my head desperately.
“That’s right, kitten. You’re all mine.” His rhythm falters as he comes with a low, guttural groan. The pressure inside me builds as his tendrils stiffen, locking us together as the hot rush of his release fills me.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he grunts as his breathing turns ragged. His hips move in short, desperate rolls, rutting against me while keeping us connected. He fucks me through his orgasm, but never slows.
The pressure inside me is overwhelming. His tendrils are stiff and throbbing while he pulses with aftershocks, flooding me with more heat. Every shallow thrust sends sharp, electric jolts of pleasure through my entire body as it drives my cock through his fist.
I whine loudly around his tail, the sound vibrating against the thick length filling my mouth. Heat coils tighter and tighter in my gut, winding so high I can barely breathe. My thighs shake as his chest presses against my back, then his teeth scrape my neck and his voice is in my ear.
“Can you feel how full you are? You’re dripping with me already.”
I’m so close. Every grind makes my thighs shakes and my cock throb painfully.
My hole clenches around him, trying to pull him deeper even though he’s already locked inside.
The pressure builds and builds until I’m hovering paralyzed on the edge, with every snap of his hips tossing me closer to the edge.
I try to hold it back, to draw this out for as long as possible, but I can’t.
The orgasm crashes over me as pleasure rips outward, and my body locks as I come.
Every muscle jerks as I spill over his fist, my ass clenching hard around Aryn’s cock.
My muffled cries vibrate around his tail as I shudder violently, riding the wave of pure ecstasy.
“That’s it,” Aryn praises against my ear, voice wrecked. “You’re taking me so perfectly.” He keeps rutting into me through it all, drawing out my orgasm until I’m quivering and whimpering, completely overwhelmed.
But he doesn’t stop.
He keeps fucking me like he has no intention of pulling out anytime soon.
“Maybe I won’t release you,” he murmurs, scraping my neck with his fangs as his tail slips away. “Maybe I’ll keep you right here until the festival ends and the fires die. Would you like that, my love? Staying full of me for hours?”
Pleasure tips into hypersensitivity, and I claw at the crates as my spine arches further. “Aryn—”
“Shh, I’ve got you, kitten,” he murmurs.
The sharp bite of his fangs on my neck sends me over again.
It’s like his teeth have completed a circuit between us.
Electricity fires through me, lighting every nerve and charging every fiber of muscle to life.
Another crippling orgasm rips through me, shaking my whole body as he strokes me through it.
Aryn groans along with me, licking over the fresh bite mark as he keeps me pinned and full.
His hips jerk again, and then he’s coming a second time with a low, broken growl.
He floods me until his release leaks out in steady trails down my ass and thighs, his tendrils pulsing as they hold us even tighter together.
We stay locked like that for a long minute, breathing hard. Aryn’s chest heaves against my back as the frenzy slowly eases.
“Still got that wild side after all,” I manage to rasp.
Aryn breathes a laugh against my neck, pressing a soft kiss over the fresh bite. “You bring it out of me.”
Eventually, his tendrils soften enough for him to pull out. I whimper at the loss as a thick rush of his release leaks down my thighs. Aryn turns me around gently and helps me fix my clothes, but not before he slides two fingers through the mess dripping from my hole.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice warm with filthy affection as he traces my sensitive rim. “So full of me. Your clothes are going to be soaked.”
I shiver, cheeks burning. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Immensely.” He kisses me slow and deep, then helps me pull my pants up my legs. “I like knowing you’re carrying me inside you.”
Dazed and floating from the thraeva and the back-to-back orgasms, I merely let him move me like a puppet until we’re acceptable again. We step back out into the festival. The music and firelight feel brighter now, and the world is fuzzier.
A couple of people nearby give us a long, knowing glance as we exit the alleyway.
The one who caught my eye smirks as he takes in our flushed faces and disheveled clothes, and he tips his head toward the alley as if to say he was watching.
A flush burns hotter on my cheeks, but Aryn only guides me past him.
Drips of his release seep down my inner thighs with every step, making my pants cling uncomfortably to my skin.
“Do you think he saw?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder to find him still staring.
Aryn threads our fingers together. “He saw something, my love. You forget our senses are much better than yours. Regardless of what he saw, he smells me all over you, and he definitely heard.”
“Oh, gods,” I groan, embarrassed but still riding the high. “Everyone here knows we just fucked. The guards at the castle are going to know we fucked. Hells, the fucking Vaelor will know if we run into her.”
Aryn chuckles softly and leans in to press a kiss to my cheek as we walk. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s get you back to our room so I can take care of you properly. I want to clean every drop of me off you, and maybe if you’re good, I’ll put more back inside.”
I shiver at the promise, squeezing his hand tighter as we make our way through the festival and toward the castle. My thighs are slick and my body is humming with aftershocks, but I’ve never felt better.