Chapter 57 #3
His sweet Seerin Siria was a thorn hidden amongst beautiful blooms. The secret burn of the sun as it caressed your skin. A hidden danger in a beautiful package.
How could a male resist such a thing?
She was kissing her way down his chest now. Tonguing the lines of his muscles as her fingers played along the slopes of his arms. She lapped at one of his nipples, forcing a growl from his throat as his hips reflexively bucked up against her.
She only chuckled at his lapse of his control as she continued her torture.
Down, down, she went. Nipping around his navel. Rubbing her face along his groin. Teasing him by applying pressure there, affecting his cock by proximity, but refusing to actually touch the throbbing shaft as it bobbed in the air beside her head.
Her fingers were playing along his thighs now. Scraping along the skin. Tracing down the soft, inner skin, making his sac tense up in response.
She was laying between his splayed legs, a small, round smile gracing her lips as she watched his member pulse in time with his beating heart.
The endless teasing had managed to actually begin swelling his knot and he watched as her eyes traced down from the head, over the lump, and down to his engorged sac.
His claws dug deep into the mattress as he waited, impatient but determined to be a domin of his word, as she leaned in and blew gently on the head. The soft brush of air made him growl as his hips bucked upwards again.
She only laughed as she ignored his shaft and instead turned her attention to his sac. One hand reached forward and finally, finally, she touched him. Cupping the heavy globes in her palm, massaging them, before leaning forward and sucking against the swollen flesh.
His cock jumped. Her nails dug into his thighs, right under the line where they bent at his hips. The tiny bite of pain only added to the delicious sensation of her sucking his sac.
She continued to massage the orbs as her tongue, wide and curved, gave a long lick up the underside of his shaft before engulfing the head and bobbing eagerly as she did her best to suck, though it was made difficult by the ridges running down the shaft.
As they came through her lips, they broke the vacuum seal, but that didn't stop her from trying to maintain it.
The wet heat of her mouth, her eagerness to suck and take him as far into her throat as she could force his thick cock, was dizzying in its pleasure.
His eyes wanted to cross from the ecstasy, but he forced them to remain focused on her, refusing to miss even a moment of the beauty of her slurping him down like her favorite treat.
She had wanted to control him for this mating.
She could have ordered him between her own thighs to lick her for marks, and he would have done it gladly.
Though, he would probably do that anytime, not just ones where she took control.
Instead of demanding her own pleasure, however, his sweet Peony gave it to him.
Though, seeing one of her hands moving rapidly between her thighs, he could see that servicing him was its own form of fulfillment for her.
Feeling particularly naughty, he slipped his tail between her legs.
She made a sound of surprise around his shaft as the tip of his tail pushed past her opening. The flexible limb thrust in and out of her in time with her bobbing head, making her eyes roll back as she groaned, the vibration of which made him growl and his claws sink into the bed.
Atem tried to hold on for as long as he could.
To make this moment last forever. But she was too good, her mouth too hot and demanding.
When his knot swelled and she squeezed it in her hand, he exploded with a roar, flooding her throat with his seed.
She moaned happily as she drank him down, her hand still massaging his knot.
She sucked until he ran dry, doing her best to swallow it all, but some of the silvery cum slipped past her lips to trail down his shaft despite her best efforts.
He stared, entranced, as the rivulets covered her fingers still grasping his knot.
When she finished, she leaned back, cleaning her fingers with her nubile little tongue, watching him as she swept it along the digits.
Atem's will broke.
He yanked his tail from her cunt and circled it around her wrist again.
The appendage didn't have much in the way of power, but she was taken by surprise by the sudden yank that caused her to topple to the mattress.
He covered her body, grabbing her calves and forcing her legs up, baring her hole to his seeking tongue.
Peony didn't protest the loss of control.
She cried out her ecstasy as he began to suck and lick and kiss along her hot cunt.
It was dripping for him. Aroused by the act of sucking him down and freshly fucked by his tail.
He swept his tongue along her thighs, cleaning away her slick, before focusing back on her heated core.
He had her near bent double as he feasted on her sweetness. The taste of her, watching her thrash and her muscles jerk as he pleasured her with only his tongue, left him lightheaded. His fingers were digging into the meat of her thighs, keeping them up and spread, opening her up for his assault.
She was primed and ready. It took almost no time for her climax to break over her. One of her hands clutched against the blankets, the other dug into his hair, pulling on the strands as it seemed she was trying to simultaneously pull him away and push him closer.
He nipped gently at her outer lips before thrusting his tongue into her rippling channel, drinking from her and enjoying the effects of her orgasm as it rippled along his tongue.
He needed to feel it on his cock.
She was still shaking from the aftershock when he dropped her legs, climbed up her body, and slammed into her.
A whimpered cry left her lips as her eyes rolled back as he immediately began pumping his hips.
She was still pulsing. His thrusts were only prolonging the sensation even as they built her to another crest.
As he was working, her thighs clenched around his waist, her hands clutched at his back as the sweet music of her moans filled his ears. She couldn't draw in the breath for a proper cry when the next orgasm hit, but her entire body tensed and locked around him.
Atem growled, holding out from his own climax only by sheer force of will and the relief she had just granted him with her mouth. He was ready to spill in her again and the way her cunt eagerly clutched his knot was so unspeakably amazing.
But he remained still and allowed her to come down from her climax as he kissed along her neck, barely resisting racing towards his own finish.