Chapter 48
Survii
Groaning, Survii’s head dropped back against the door. He tried, so hard, but just couldn’t keep his eyes focused. Not when Alanna was sucking so hard, her cheeks hollowing, her head bouncing up and down, as she slurped and drooled all over his cock.
His bride truly was a wonder and joy to him.
No sooner had he walked through the door than had she wiggled free of his grasp, demanding to be released so she could drop to her knees and prove just how unselfish she was.
Not quite that unselfish, though, because when he finally gathered the strength to look back down, admiring the sight of her working over his cock, squeezing his knot, eyes fuzzy with pleasure, he couldn’t help but notice that she had lifted her skirt.
Her fingers were working frantically between her thighs, no doubt playing with her little clit. Getting off on pleasuring him.
He chuckled breathlessly, grabbing her head, pushing her deeper until the head of his cock hit the back of her mouth and she gagged.
But she didn’t pull back. She pushed deeper.
Struggling to take him fully into her throat and needing to give up after only a few seconds.
She yanked herself free, breathing fast, eyes watering, tongue lolling out, drool trickling from her mouth.
A beautiful mess.
“Come on, Vitralai,” Survii said, pulling on her hair gently to encourage her to her feet. He took hold of the back of her neck and steered her towards their room – formerly his room.
She followed along so obediently – already lost in her head and in the sensation. He didn’t even think she noticed when he stopped her by the bed and began clawing through the ribbons that crossed up her back, keeping her dress on.
As he pushed the gossamer fabric off her shoulders, he started kissing the flesh that was exposed. Over her shoulder, to her spine, then straight down until he could squeeze her thick ass as he pressed a kiss to one side, then bit the other.
She let out an adorable little cry as she fell forward, leaning over the bed. Open to him. He took her invitation, licking all the way up from her clit to her tight little pucker. Either hole would open to him, and she would come from him fucking both.
A well-trained little toy, and his beloved wife and mate.
The human mating ceremony had not been similar enough to invoke the one time reflex he had buried deep in his body to submit to her during a claiming. However, it had been close enough that he could not imagine taking her ass today, no matter how tight and welcoming it was.
He had to spill inside her. He had to be locked together. He had to know his seed was going right where it belonged – straight to her womb. He had to breed his mate – even if logically he knew he could not do that yet.
He had to do it anyway. He had to fill her with his essence. It was hers. She was entitled to it, and he would never disrespect her by denying her.
He licked her until she was on the edge of orgasm – thighs shaking, cute little cries falling from her lips, hips rocking back against his face.
But quickly, right before she came, he stood, climbed onto the bed behind her, and shoved his cock deep with a single, powerful thrust. Alanna screamed as she came, her cunt tightening around him, making him groan as he began to pump his hips.
Grabbing her by the elbows and yanking her back against him as their skin slapped together, the mattress rocking so hard it began to thud against the wall.
Alanna’s head fell back against his shoulder, and he took full advantage, striking fangs first. He caught her by the neck, just barely puncturing her skin, making her whimper as the familiar, heady taste of her blood fogged his senses.
Her taste was indescribable. Unbelievable. It heated his body from his belly out – even that tiny amount enhancing the pleasure that came from fucking her wildly.
He grabbed her around the torso with both arms, pinning hers against her chest as he leaned back, almost setting her in his lap.
Letting her weight force her down against his knot so that the pressure of it sliding in and out of her was enhanced.
For both of them. She screamed again as his eyes clenched shut, struggling not to come already.
It was a losing battle. Lost completely when she came again, her sloppy cunt spasming around him, squeezing against his knot so hard he couldn’t pull it out. She had trapped him inside and the heat and tightness and wetness broke him.
His teeth clenched harder, drawing more blood, as he came. Filling her up. Building that incredible pressure of his own seed in her channel – unable to escape. Forced up into her womb. Right where it belonged.
But he had a taste of her blood now. A proper taste, not just a couple drops. The aphrodisiac effect was already burning through his veins. His cock refused to soften. Even after she relaxed enough for his knot to slip free, he was still hard. Still hungry.
He pushed her down and followed after, fucking her flat against the mattress.
“I’m not done with you,” he promised, claws digging into the fabric as she grabbed his wrists, struggling to hold on. “You won’t be able to walk tomorrow by the time I’m done. If you need to pass out, go ahead. I won’t stop. Not until I’m done.”
She whimpered, but her hips titled back, lifting her ass for him. Opening herself to him. Allowing him to do whatever he wanted to his cute little sex doll.
“Good female,” he praised, kissing her cheek, hips pumping faster. Pounding her into the bed. Determined to make her back hurt, her cunt sore, and her voice break.
He loved breaking his little toy.