Chapter 8 #2
My finger curls in her pussy and she shatters. For a moment she's simply suspended in her bliss—her skin red, slightly damp, her curly hair wild behind and underneath her.
“Sol,” she cries out. My name, mine as her whole body trembles and I know I'll never be the same.
I don't give her a moment to rest before I rub her again. She opens her mouth to say something, but I crush my lips to hers. My kiss is wild, primal, and each moan and whimper that escapes her lips only deepens the carnal need I have to see her in ecstasy once more.
She buries her hands in my hair, her breasts rising and falling against my chest as she moves her hips in sync with my fingers.
"Sol, please, please..."
"I love to hear you beg." I slide another finger inside her and her eyes go wide as she drops her head back against the couch. "Is that what you wanted? How many more can you take, Sienna?"
All she can do is moan as I pump my fingers.
I smirk as I bite her chest. "I suppose I'll need to fit more inside of you, won't I? So I can make sure you're ready for my cock."
I slip inside a third finger, and she cries out. Then I suck her breasts again. I lick, bite, nibble, kiss, every inch of her skin as she writhes against me.
Her pants grow louder, her voice higher, and the sound of her wet pussy sucking my fingers in as I pull them out makes me nearly come in my pants.
Her pussy clenches around my fingers and she cries out my name as she comes.
Again. The need to see her come apart again, to wring every ounce of pleasure from her body, is like a fever in my blood.
I slide my fingers from her soaked cunt, bringing them to my lips.
Her taste explodes on my tongue—sweet and heady.
I groan, low and deep, as I suck my fingers clean, savoring her. "You taste divine."
Her blush deepens as she tries to catch her breath. She's so damn beautiful, it makes me lose all reason. Without warning, I throw her legs over my shoulders, lower my head, spread her open with my tongue, and feast on her pussy.
Her squeal turns into a loud moan.
"I need you," I murmur against her sensitive flesh. “I need to devour you, drown in you.” I lick her again and again, as she moves against my mouth. She grips my hair, tugging me closer and trying to pull me away. But I won't let her. I won't stop, I can't until she comes all over my tongue.
I eat her like a starved man, licking at her entrance, drinking in the taste of her, before sucking her clit into my mouth.
She writhes beneath me, her cries growing louder.
I slide two fingers back inside her, curling them to find the spot she loves, and then she screams, her body clamping down on me.
“Yes, Sol! Right there! Oh God, please don’t stop!”
"God is not the one giving you an orgasm, Sienna." I hiss, sliding my third finger back inside her. My tail wraps around her leg, instinctively, possessively and I use the bulb to vibrate against her clit. "You don't beg God, you beg me."
"Sol!"
"That's my good girl. Now come for me, Sienna, I want to be covered in you."
Her eyes roll back as she comes, screaming my name. But she doesn't stop moving her hips, following the ministrations of my vibrating tail.
I fold my tongue and slide it in and out of her pussy, moaning at how good she tastes. Then I pump my fingers in and out of her in a steady rhythm, replacing my tail with my mouth. I flick my tongue, swirling it around her clit.
Her hips buck against my face, grinding into me, seeking more and I give it to her. I suck harder, move my fingers faster, deeper. Her cries turn to sobs as the prettiest tears fall from her eyes.
I can feel her orgasm building, and my balls tighten in anticipation of seeing her in ecstasy once more. “Come for me, my precious dawn,” I growl against her clit. “Let me feel you shatter for me.”
With a sharp cry, her body convulses, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she soaks my hand. Her thighs tremble, her body shaking with the force of her release. I keep my mouth on her, lapping gently at her sensitive clit as she rides out the waves, drawing out every last shuddering pulse.
When she finally collapses back onto the couch, boneless and panting, I lift my head, licking my lips. Her taste is intoxicating.
“So sweet,” I murmur, kissing the inside of her thigh. “So perfect. Give me one more, Sienna.”
She looks down at me, her green eyes dark with need, her lips swollen from biting them. “Sol… I can’t… it’s too much…”
I smile, slow and predatory. “It’s never too much for you.
I will wring every drop of pleasure from your body until you’re screaming for me to stop.
But I won't.” Leaning down, I press a kiss to her cunt.
“Because I plan to fulfill your every desire, no matter how many you have.
" Kiss. "Or how long." Kiss. "It will take. "
My lips crash against hers, my tail vibrating on her swollen clit once more as she gasps, her hips jerking off the couch.
“Sol!” she cries, gripping my neck, shoulders, back, anywhere she can reach. “Sol, fuck—”
I smirk. "Do you want more, my precious dawn?” I press the bulb harder against her, intensifying the vibrations, and she throws her head back, a broken moan tearing from her throat.
“Yes! Yes!”
I add a fourth finger into her cunt. She's so wet for me that it goes in easily, drawing a long, loud cry from her sweet lips.
I watch her face as I move the bulb in slow circles over her clit and pump my fingers in and out of her.
Her eyes squeeze shut, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as pleasure rips through her and her pussy spasms around my fingers.
My head lowers, taking a nipple into my mouth. Her body trembles beneath mine as I suck harder, flicking my tongue over her nipple, fucking her faster, harder with my fingers.
“Sol!” she screams, her body bowing off the couch. “I’m coming! I’m coming! I'm—”
Her orgasm crashes over her, beautifully violent and all consuming, soaking my fingers and the couch beneath her. She thrashes, her cries echoing in the room, her fingers clawing at my skin. I don’t let up, drawing out her climax until she’s sobbing, her body limp and spent.
“Sol,” she whimpers. “I need you inside me. Please.”
Her words are my undoing, destroying every bit of my control.
My cock hardens until it aches and my balls jerk, thrilled at the idea that soon, I'll be coming inside her. The mate bond between us surges, a primal need to claim, to possess and fill her so completely she’ll never forget who she belongs to.
I rise over her, my wings flaring out behind me, my tail coiling possessively around her thigh. I tear my pants open, freeing my cock. It’s thick, veined, the head slick with pre-cum, and her eyes widen.
"Sol... there's—there's no way that is going to fit inside of me."
"It will," gripping her hips, I position myself at her entrance. "You were made for me, so take my cock like the good girl you are." I push inside her in an achingly slow thrust. I give her inch after inch as she moans and whimpers around me. "That's it. Look at you. You're taking me so well."
"I can't. I can't take it." she cries as she wraps her arms around me, her nails biting into my shoulders. Her legs fall open wider as if she's offering herself up to me, welcoming me.
"How could you say you can't take it when your perfect, greedy cunt keeps sucking me in so deep, Sienna?" I bite out, pushing further and further inside her.
Her mouth falls open, but she can’t seem to speak and that makes me smirk.
Finally, I bury myself to the hilt inside her tight, wet heat, and I have to freeze. If I move—if I so much as breathe wrong—I will lose what little control I have left.
She's so fucking perfect.
"Sol," she whimpers, her cunt fluttering around me. "Oh God, Sol, you're so deep."
"I know, my precious dawn.” I want to fuck her. Want to ram into her like a damn animal, but I don’t want to hurt her.
I press my forehead to hers, my wings curving around us like a cocoon, blocking out everything but her. "I know. Just breathe. Let your body adjust to me."
Our breaths come in shallow pants. I can feel her everywhere—the rapid beat of her heart against my chest, her warm, damp skin against my own, the exquisité squeeze of her pussy as it stretches to accommodate me.
Mine. She's finally mine.
Pulling back slowly, I watch her face for any sign of discomfort, but there's only pleasure there. Her eyes are glassy, lips parted, cheeks flushed.
"More," she breathes. "Please, Sol. Move."
I don't need to be told twice.
I pull out nearly all the way, then thrust back in, hard and deep. She cries out, her back arching off the couch once more, and the sound shoots straight to my cock. I do it again. And again. Setting a rhythm that has her moaning beneath me, her hips rising to meet every thrust.
"That's it," I growl against her ear. "Take me, Sienna. Take your beast’s cock."
Thrust.
"You were made for this."
Thrust.
"Made for me."
Thrust.
Her pussy clenches, her thighs quivering around me.
I turn with her, staying inside her as I lay her on the couch.
She gasps as I grip her hips and drag her closer to me, pulling her legs onto my shoulders. The angle lets me thrust deeper, her eyes widening as we both moan.
I wrap my large hand around her wrists and pin them above her head, careful to keep my claws sheathed and then I fuck her. I fuck her with reckless abandon. I fuck her until sweat drops from my body onto hers. I fuck her until all she can do is scream my name.
I slide my tail between us, pressing the vibrating bulb against her swollen clit, and she jerks.
Tears pour down her eyes, as she tosses her head left and right. "Sol! I'm—I can't—"
"Yes you can." I pound into her, relentlessly, the wet slap of our bodies growing louder, more fervent. "Come on my cock, Sienna. Soak me. Show me who this pussy belongs to."