Chapter 7 #2
Coral kissed and licked my neck, her blunt fingernails scratching my back just the way I liked it.
It wasn’t hard enough to break skin, but with enough conviction to give a nice burn.
She rose to her tip toes to nip at my pointy ears.
After so many centuries of existence, it had been a shock for me to discover that I loved getting my ears a little roughed up, especially getting the tip nibbled.
Our first few times together, she’d been so hesitant and insecure in her ability to please me.
Silly female. She didn’t understand how addicted I was to everything that was her.
But seeing her steadily grow more confident, bold, and assertive was the biggest turn on.
Coral was shedding her inhibitions, casting out the doubts that held her back, and finally coming into her own.
I loved seeing her embrace the formidable woman that had always lurked beneath the surface, just waiting to emerge in all her glory.
She bit my earlobe hard, keeping it just on this side of painful.
The voluptuous moan it wrested from me had her chuckling with a smugness that had my cock grow even harder.
Coral brushed her lips down my neck, sucking on the palpitating vein there before pursuing her journey south.
She lingered on my nipples, tweaking them with a fierce pinch before soothing the sting with her tongue.
It swirled around the areola in a lascivious way that fanned the lava bubbling in the pit of my stomach.
Where she would have slowly made her way down to my nether region with some hesitancy in the past, my woman no longer had any such qualms. Then again, she found out that whenever she tried to take control, she had to get down to business quickly before my burning need to take over eventually got the best of me.
Even now, I knew I wouldn’t last very long.
My mouth was watering at the prospect of devouring her.
It was a hunger that even ten lifetimes wouldn’t suffice for me to sate.
My stomach quivered when she crouched before me, her tongue leaving a blazing trail down my abdominal muscles, past my navel, and then straight to my groin.
I took a hissy breath when Coral wrapped her hand around the base of my cock.
She gave it a couple of strokes, then licked her lips with a hungry look that nearly had me coming undone right there and then.
According to her, I tasted like a peach cobbler.
And by the emotions emanating from her every time she put her mouth on me, she truly enjoyed it.
Worse still, the wretched female showed up a couple of times in the workshop with a serving of peach cobbler and made a show of eating it in the most suggestive fashion, taking her sweet time to lick her spoon in a way that left little to the imagination.
Naturally, she would do that when I was in the midst of performing a task that couldn’t be paused without ruining the piece I was working on.
Needless to say I made her answer for it later.
A feral growl vibrated through my chest when she took me in her mouth and immediately set a fast pace as she bobbed in front of me.
Coral twisted her wrist just the right way with each motion, giving the base a tight squeeze in the process.
But it was the way she sucked on my head, teased it with her tongue, and grazed her teeth on the ridges of my length that drove me insane with pleasure.
With the fingers of both hands sunk deep into the tight curls of her hair, I ground my teeth to keep myself from rocking in and out of her mouth.
The pleasure was too intense. If I gave in, I risked hurting her.
And then, she started digging her nails between the seams of my ridges with her right hand while squeezing my balls with her left.
The moment she realized how much pleasure both those actions procured me, she made sure never to miss an opportunity to do it.
It blew my mind how attentive Coral always was to my responses, seeking new ways to please me instead of just taking what I had to offer.
That’s stupid guilt attempted to rear its head again, but I squashed it.
It was the oddest conundrum that making her happy simply required for me to let her bring me joy.
But all such benevolent thoughts flew right out the window the moment she took me deep into her mouth and began to hum. The vibration would make me climax in no time, which was absolutely unacceptable. My woman would scream my name many times before I would find my own release.
Without even thinking, I summoned my fire and whipped out a fiery tentacle which I wrapped around her neck.
It squeezed hard enough to make her gasp, stop, and peer up at me with a mix of shock and outrage.
Obviously, I controlled the heat of the flame so that it didn’t actually burn and merely acted like a rope.
But I intended to play with that a bit more shortly.
Eyes locked with her, I yanked on the fiery leash, forcing her to get back onto her feet.
The bright light illuminating her face indicated that my eyes were glowing as I fed on her emotions.
Before she could emit the slightest complaint, I crushed her mouth with mine, my tongue invading hers like a rampaging army.
She melted against me, although her hand went straight back to my cock.
I allowed her to stroke me a few more times before I broke the kiss and emulated the attentions she previously gave me.
I licked and laved her nipples, pinching and nipping at them just the way she liked.
However, as much as my woman enjoyed getting her breasts fondled, having attention paid to her clit was what she truly craved.
And I fully intended to deliver on that front.
I kissed my way down to her stomach, teased her outie navel, and then knelt before her to stare at my prize.
“I wasn’t done pleasuring you,” Coral muttered with half-hearted disapproval when I leaned forward to give her engorged little nub a lick.
I glanced up at her with an unrepented look as my fingers teased her seam, already glistening with her arousal.
“You can continue later. It’s your fault for tasting so damn good. And I am hungry. I must feast,” I said shamelessly.
I lifted her left leg over my shoulder and buried my face between her thighs.
Coral’s hands immediately latched on to my horns.
I fucking loved when she did that. I licked and sucked on her clit, her delightful moans filling my ears, and her pleasure washing over me in a steady flow that I greedily gorged on.
How could anyone taste so damn good? How could mere emotions fill me even more then draining someone’s lifeforce? And yet, with each intimate moment with my woman, her taste seemed to grow even more divine.
I devoured her with relentless hunger, my fingers dipping in and out of her until she started nearing the edge.
I abruptly lifted her right leg to place it on my other shoulder.
Coral gasped between two moans, her grip tightening around my horns in panic.
She yelped when I rose to my feet, my tongue replacing my fingers inside her as I dipped it in and out in a frenzy.
She began gyrating, her legs shaking on each side of my face as her climax grew closer.
I extend it a fiery tendril again, and this time used it to whip that scrumptious behind of hers.
It was hard enough for her to feel a pleasant sting, but nothing that would mark her flawless skin or actually inflict any type of pain.
Coral loved many aspects of BDSM, but she definitely wasn’t into pain or humiliation.
She liked experiencing it on the lighter side.
The trust with which she abandoned herself to my care did the most wondrous thing to me.
It also made me feel even more protective of her.
I wanted my mistress to fulfill every single one of her fantasies well feeling safe and respected.
By the emotions radiating from her and the voluptuous sounds tumbling out of her throat, my woman more than agreed with my ministrations.
And too soon, she cried out, swept away by bliss.
I continued to feast on her for a while longer, until she began to return to reality.
Then, I pulled my tongue out of her and abruptly tossed her onto the bed.
Her startled scream as she flew through the air before landing on the soft cushion of the mattress resonated straight in my cock.
It poked at the hunter that lurked deep within me.
My female craved a bit of danger, which fed my own predatory tendencies.
I whipped two fiery tentacles at her, grabbing her by the ankles, and yanking her towards the edge of the bed.
She yelped again with a mixture of fright and excitement.
I deliberately took on my more demonic appearance, the frightening one I used when going into combat.
Lethal spikes protruded from parts of my body, my mouth widened, my teeth extended into vicious daggers, while each of my horns split into two spears also covered in spikes.
My eyes glowed with a terrifying red haze that would have any sane mortal run for their lives.
A shiver coursed through my woman. The sight of her essence trickling out of her sex exposed to my hungry eyes whipped my blood into a frenzy. As terrifying as she found my battle appearance, it turned her on so much that she was visibly getting wetter at the thought of what I would do to her.
She was fucking perfect.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered, my voice sounding doubled and otherworldly.