Chapter 32
Survii
“Make love to me,” she repeated on a breathy whisper.
He wasn’t ready for the sudden demand. Or the meaning behind it.
Before his conscious mind had even caught up to her words, his body was already moving, gathering her up and taking her to his room, feast forgotten. The only thing he needed to eat was between her thighs. It was a meal he could live on for the rest of his days.
She laughed, the delightful tinkling rushing over him like the bubbly champagne he was quickly growing to love.
“Wait, wait,” she said, still laughing, pushing against his shoulder.
Survii stopped just on the edge of the bed, vibrating from his growls of excitement. But he did as she asked, looking at her expectantly.
“I still owe you a blowjob,” she grinned wickedly. “I did promise. Sit on the bed.”
Well, who was he to argue with his female? She should always get what she wanted.
He set her down on her feet before obligingly taking a seat. Staring at her expectantly as she gathered her beautifully fluffy hair back into a tie before grabbing her shirt and slowly pulling it away, followed by the bra that human females always wore.
She smiled wickedly as she played with her own nipples. She flicked the dark skin until it peaked then pulled, her head falling back as she moaned softly. He watched with a hungry gaze, his claws digging into the bed in an effort not to grab her.
The show was worth the aching throbbing in his cock as it came to full hardness.
She teased him for only a moment before lowering her head and sinking to her knees, crawling toward him.
He groaned, knot throbbing. Her movements were slow and deliberate as she ran her hands up his calves, his thighs, and reached for the button on his pants.
He lifted his hips, giving her room to pull them and his comfy human boxers down.
As she was tugging them off his legs, he was tossing away his shirt so when she returned to him, resting her hands on his thighs, her cute little claws tickling his skin, he was fully nude for her.
The undisguised lust in her eyes as she regarded his shaft filled him with pride as the rod jumped under her gaze. Eager for her touch.
“Your balls are so big,” she said, starting there, taking hold of his sac and massaging gently. He groaned, leaning back, spreading his legs, giving her better access as she began to explore him with her personal brand of absolute focus.
The soft, almost curious touch of her fingers was delightful torture as she cupped his sac, then traced his veiny knot up his shaft to the triangularly shaped lines of ridges pointing down from the head that, he knew, would caress the inside of her passage.
He looked forward to seeing her come apart with each thrust until he plugged that knot into her hole and bred her properly.
Her exploration finally complete, she kissed the head of his cock. Like she was greeting it. Her tongue lapped at the precum that had welled up. A soft sound of delight hummed through her throat as she closed her eyes, enjoying his flavor.
Then, without warning, she suddenly shoved his cock into her mouth and began to rapidly suck and bob her head up and down.
The sudden contrast from soft and sweet to harsh and quick made his hips buck up as he roared. The white-hot pleasure shot up his spine and his elbows nearly buckled. He kept himself up only by pure strength of will.
Because he didn’t want to miss even a moment of this.
His sweet Alanna, hair tied back, cheeks sucked in, eyes half closed, as she slurped on his cock.
He felt the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, but she didn’t even gag.
Her hands were on his thighs, clutching them, giving herself leverage as she threw her whole body into the act.
Then, she hummed, and Survii’s eyes rolled in his head. That thrumming vibration in her throat worked up his shaft, directly into his sac.
“Stop…” He breathed, barely able to articulate the word. It was so soft, she didn’t even seem to hear it as her efforts continued unabated.
Krik, he could feel her tongue wiggling. He was going to spill down her throat if she didn’t stop.
But she looked so kriking content. That same dazed expression was on her face as when she was lost in the sensation of something. Her fingers were clutching rhythmically at his thighs in time with the bobbing of her head. She was so focused, so lost in him.
Grabbing hold of her hair right where she had tied it back, he jerked her head up. Not off. He left the head of his cock in her mouth as his climax rippled through his body. His knot was painful, engorged and ignored, and his load was smaller because of it.
But what did come out dropped right on her tongue. She hummed in appreciation.
“Don’t swallow,” he ordered through his teeth, the ecstasy making him shudder and shake. “Hold it. Hold it… Just like that.”
She trembled, her eyes foggy and lusty. Her lips couldn’t seal around the ridges below his head, so some of the white seed leaked down his shaft. But most of it remained and, when he felt the last pumps weakly fall from the tip, he pulled her off.
She went with a gasp, her tongue partially out, his cum on her tongue.
He smiled, stroking her cheek as he forced her head back, keeping most of it inside, only that single dribble falling from the corner of her lips.
“Beautiful,” he praised. “Swallow.”
She didn’t hesitate. Her lips closed and her throat bobbed as she obeyed. Her tongue then flicked out to lick around her lips, scooping up any drop of him she might have missed.
Uncaring of his seed still on her face, he leaned down and kissed her. Her arms came up around his neck and he grabbed her around the waist, lifting her to sit on his lap.
She was still wearing a skirt. Spreading her thighs pushed it up around her waist. Her panties were shredded away before he retracted his claws and reached between their bodies to play with her little clit.
She moaned into the kiss but didn’t break it as her hips rocked over him.
He was so focused, he didn’t notice her hand also reaching between them until it closed over his still hard cock. Coming like that, without any pressure on his knot, meant his erection had no chance of going down.
But he was still sensitive, and he hissed, hips jerking up. The conflicting pains of oversensitivity and aching in his knot from unrelieved pressure nearly broke him.
“Inside me. Please, inside me,” Alanna begged trying to lift her hips, aiming his cockhead.
Growling, Survii rolled them over. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head. She whimpered, wriggling under him.
“Patience, vi Vitralai,” he chastised with a grin. “Let me ready you first.”
“I’m ready!”
“You’re not,” he laughed. “I’ve felt your hole. Let me stretch it. Let me lick it.”
He was already moving down before he had her permission. His hands caught on her breasts as she hooked her legs over his shoulders. He squeezed and massaged and pulled at her hard little nipples as his mouth worked on her wet, hungry little cunt.
She was dripping even before his tongue pushed inside. But she wasn’t ready. She was still so tight, even his tongue felt the clenching of her desperate muscles.
She was eager for him.