Epilogue #2
Releasing his nipple, she continued trailing a searing path of kisses down his abdomen while slowly lowering herself onto her knees, her nails grazing his sides and hips.
“I’ve been craving your touch all day,” she whispered, teasing his flesh with her breath. “Waiting for you to fuck me. But for now…”
Ember caught the base of his cock, and Nyte snarled when her hot, wet mouth closed around the head of his shaft. He tightened his grip on her hair as she sucked.
“Fuck!” he bit out through his fangs. Undeniable pleasure gripped him, making his body go taut. Her tongue undulated along the bottom of his shaft. Each lash struck a chord within him, building a song of ecstasy in his core note by delirious note.
Forcing his eyes open, he looked down at his lovely witch. She gazed up at him with beguiling blue eyes, her dark painted lips stretched around his cock.
“Ah, my beautiful love.” Nyte chuckled low as he watched her mouth move over his ridges. “That’s it. Suck my cock deep. Show me how much you want my cum.”
Her wanton hum reverberated through him, making his body quake. His shaft twitched, and Nyte groaned as his essence seeped from its tip, coaxed by his witch’s mouth.
He’d wanted this day to be about Ember, wanted to lavish her with praise, pampering, and pleasure, had teased her all morning in anticipation, but she’d already turned it around on him.
A few brushes of those lips and he’d been lost. Despite her desire, despite her need, she was giving to him first. Denying herself for his sake.
And his restraint was fraying with each pull of her mouth and pump of her hand.
He snarled, clutching her hair and trying to stop himself from thrusting. “Fuck, witch, your mouth feels so good.”
Nyte needed to see her body, needed to see her kneeling naked at his feet, needed to pleasure her as she was pleasuring him. He needed to feel her moans and gasps around his cock.
Shadows billowed from him, creeping over the floor like rolling fog before climbing up her body.
As that darkness enveloped her, her clothing disappeared, leaving nothing to shield that tempting skin from his eyes.
A tendril of shadow wound up her inner thigh.
When it reached her cunt, it found her already dripping.
Her breath hitched.
“I fucking love this pussy,” he purred as more of his shadows swept over her, swirling around her breasts, curling around her nipples and constricting, flicking her clit. “You’re always so wet for me.”
She shivered and whimpered, parting her thighs further for his shadows, her pelvis rocking.
When she moaned, Nyte grunted from the vibrations, which made his cock twitch with a pulse of pleasure.
Her breath was ragged and hot against his pelvis, and her brows were pinched in pleasure.
Nyte sensed the orgasm building inside her, felt her fighting it.
He smiled and caressed her face. “You suck my cock so beautifully.”
His shadows thrummed against her clit.
Ember gasped and drew back, letting his cock slip free of her mouth. “Nyte…”
His hand slid to the back of her head and urged her closer. “Keep going, my love. Don’t stop until you’ve drunk from me.”
Keeping her eyes on his, she leaned forward and kissed along the side of his shaft, taunting him with those lips. “Do you want my mouth or my pussy, Nyte?”
When she flicked her tongue over the underside of the head and over his slit, collecting his essence, he shuddered, baring his clenched teeth.
“I’ll have them both.” He pulled her mouth back over his cock, and she took it, sucking enthusiastically. Nyte hissed, that song within him swelling toward a crescendo.
“Good girl. Yes, suck me deep. I can’t wait to eat your pretty pussy, to taste your cum on my tongue. To fill that hot cunt with my cock and fuck it hard and raw. But for now…”
His tail grazed up her essence-coated inner thigh until it reached her sex, where the tip nudged her soaking entrance. She moaned as he pushed it inside her. His core clenched at the feel of her tight pussy, and his cock pulsed with the need to be inside her, to feel the embrace of her inner walls.
He pumped his tail deep, in and out, matching the rhythm of the shadows stroking her clit.
Without stopping that delicious glide of her mouth, she whimpered around his cock, spread her thighs wider, and moved upon his tail.
He watched it all. Watched his cock disappearing into and emerging from her mouth, watched her breasts bouncing, watched her curvy, lush body as he pleasured her, watched her lashes drooping and her eyes heating even as their blue darkened.
His Ember, his witch, his soulmate.
Mine.
She came with a muffled cry, her body stiffening and movements disjointed as she fragmented.
The hot, wet pull of her mouth, her moans, the constriction of her cunt around his tail, and the building pressure within his core became too much to withstand.
Nyte’s hips moved of their own accord as he gripped her hair to keep her in place, exhilarated by the tight suction of her mouth.
Feral, guttural sounds rose from his chest and throat.
Her sweet, enticing, erotic scent flooded his senses, so potent that he could almost taste her on her his tongue.
His cock swelled, growing thicker, until finally the torturous pleasure within him combusted in a supernova that blinded him with searing white light.
“Ember!” Nyte snarled, his wings snapping out and shuddering as he held his cock deep in her mouth. His body trembled with that explosion. His essence flooded her mouth, and her throat worked around him, swallowing his release.
He groaned, his grip on her hair slackening as he affectionately petted it, his cock still thrumming with the pleasure sweeping through him. “Fuck, you are perfect. So fucking perfect.”
Ember withdrew her mouth, leaving him bereft, but she pumped her fist along his length, making him jolt.
His body trembled at the flare of sensation. Ember didn’t stop her hand until it had driven him to another climax, coaxing more ropes of cum out of him. They spilled upon her chest and breasts, sparkling in the purple candlelight.
Rapt, Nyte watched his release trickle over her skin, watched as it coated her, as it beaded upon the tip of one of her hard nipples. Something deep and primal rumbled within him.
All. Fucking. Mine.
He caught her chin and caressed her swollen lower lip with his thumb, smearing her lipstick further. “Such a good fucking girl.”
Ember smiled and kissed his thumb.
Nyte smirked and slid his tail free of her, enjoying the way she shivered. He raised it to his mouth. Her grip on his cock tightened as she watched.
Without looking away from her, he parted his lips and slipped the tip of his tail between them, sucking off her essence with a growl. “You are delicious.”
He willed his shadows to swirl around them like gathering storm clouds. “Now it’s my turn.”
The darkness swallowed them both, shifting them through space in a tingling rush. When they rematerialized, they were in the living room atop the blankets he’d laid out, with Ember on her back and his mouth on her cunt.
Nyte speared her with his tongue, and her cry filled the room as his shadows lovingly caressed her.
Her hands flew to his horns, gripping them tight as she bore down on him. “Nyte…”
He chuckled against her.
Oh, how he would make his Ember burn.