Rough Tongue
The sobbing in Jules' chest ebbed away. A ragged gasp shook her shoulders.
She clung to the hard cords of muscle in Kore's neck.
His arms were a vise of heat, pinning her to his lap.
A constant purr vibrated deep in his chest. The frequency burrowed through her ribs and synchronized her racing heartbeat with his rhythm.
Kore moved. One hand slid from her back to cup the back of her head. He buried his clawed fingers in her matted hair and pulled her head gently but inexorably from the crook of his neck.
The blue light fell across her face. Kore's eyes fixed on her, pupils narrowed to slits. He lowered his skull.
His tongue dragged over her left cheek. Jules flinched. The muscle was hot, heavy, and brutally rough. The texture—like coarse sandpaper—scraped across her skin, collecting tears, swamp dirt, and jackal blood.
The second stroke traced her right cheek.
Up to her temple. Over her trembling eyelids.
The raw sensation burned the last ghosts from her mind.
A short circuit. The adrenaline stagnated, tipped, and ignited anew.
Ice-cold terror transformed into a wave of raw arousal.
Heat plunged into her lower belly, heavy and throbbing.
Moisture gathered between her thighs and soaked the rough fabric of her panties.
Kore's nostrils flared. His tongue stilled. His jaw hovered millimeters from her lips. He scented the shift. The pheromones hit him—wet, concentrated, unmistakable. A physical invitation that struck the warlord like a blow. His growl broke off, transforming into a hungry hiss.
The silence grew oppressive. Jules felt the unyielding contour of his arousal pressed hard against her hip. Her utter helplessness demanded an outlet.
She opened her eyes, lifted her chin, and pushed her fingers into his pitch-black mane. She pulled. She balled her hand into a fist and forced his heavy head back. “Is that all?” she whispered, her breath brushing over his fangs, her voice tight with tension. “You just cleaning me up, kitty cat?”
The provocation ignited. Kore bared his teeth.
A growl tore through the air and drowned out the water.
A split second later, he ripped her from his lap and threw her onto her back.
Jules crashed into the furs. Before she could gasp for air, Kore surged forward.
His left hand—burning hot—closed around both wrists at once.
He pinned her arms above her head and crushed her wrists into the stone with his full weight.
Pinned. Utterly defenseless. Every fiber of her body burned for this control.
Kore's right hand seized the collar of her wet shirt. He didn't pull—he ripped. The fabric splintered. Buttons flew. He tore the shreds aside, hooked a finger under the bridge of her bra, and snapped it open. Cool air hit Jules' bare breasts. A heartbeat later, Kore's heat engulfed her.
He knelt between her spread thighs. His scaled tail slid forward, coiled tight around her right calf, pressed her knee outward, and anchored his position with a rough embrace.
Kore leaned forward. The rough tongue struck her carotid.
Jules' mouth flew open, the scream caught in her throat.
The friction on bare skin was isolated pain that in the same split second transformed into razor-sharp pleasure.
He licked across her collarbone and latched on.
His teeth scraped over flesh, leaving wet, dark red marks on pale skin.
She writhed. Her hips thrust instinctively upward, seeking the hard friction of his leather armor, but the warlord pressed her mercilessly back into the moss. His tongue wandered lower. Over her sternum. He closed around her right nipple. The rough texture scraped over the overstimulated peak.
A high moan escaped Jules' lips. She tugged frantically at her bound wrists, but his grip held her pinned. The restraint and the relentless tongue tore her nervous system to shreds.
Kore wielded his tongue like a blade, drawing hot trails over her ribs, dipping into her navel, sucking the sweat from her stomach. He scented the heavy musk of her arousal. The scent drove him on. He followed the trail with murderous precision.
His head pushed between her thighs. The leather armor forced her knees further apart until her hip joints burned.
His hot breath hit the wet fabric of her panties.
He bared his fangs. No hesitation. He seized the fabric with his teeth, tore through it with a savage jerk, and spat the wet scrap into the dirt.
Jules was naked. Fully exposed. Kore pressed his face against her center. He inhaled her scent—a greedy snort that made her swollen folds vibrate. Then he opened his jaw. His white teeth closed around the soft skin on the inside of her thigh, just below her mound.
He bit down. Not deep enough to break skin, but sharp enough to send pain racing through her nerves. Jules' back arched off the ground. A shrill gasp whipped through the cave.
The teeth pressed into the soft skin of her inner thigh, smothering any thought of resistance. Jules' hips jerked upward. She arched against the ice-cold stone, trapped in the iron grip pinning her wrists to the furs above her head.
A deep growl rolled from Kore's throat directly against her wet center. He released the bite. For a heartbeat, she felt cold air on wet skin. Then his tongue hit her.
The muscle was obscenely hot and heavy. Nothing human. The bristly texture scraped over her swollen folds, ruthless and penetrating. Like coarse sandpaper dragged directly over exposed nerves, it rubbed her sensitive slit raw. Jules gasped blindly for air. Her spine formed a rigid arch.
Kore devoured her. He pressed his broad face between her thighs, ignored her squirming, and pinned her hips. His thick claws dug into her ass, wrenched her hips off the ground, and pressed her sex mercilessly against his jaw. He left nothing to chance.
His tongue thrust into her. Two rough, hard strokes deep into her wet heat, drinking in her arousal.
He tasted her. The guttural smacking echoed off the rock walls as he withdrew and immediately dragged across her overstimulated clit again.
He closed around it completely. The rough surface of his tongue wrapped around the throbbing pearl.
He didn't lick. He created suction—a savage, animalistic vacuum that made Jules' blood roar in her ears.
“God!” she screamed. Her nails dug into her own palms. She thrashed her head side to side, the blue light splintering before her eyes. “Wait...”
Kore didn't wait. The scaled tail coiled tighter around her right leg. The matte scales slid higher, scraped hard over her thigh, and pressed insistently against her perineum. The powerful coil wrenched her legs apart at a sharp angle and surrendered her to the vacuum of his mouth.
He intensified the pace. His rough tongue lashed over her clit, underscored by the wet smacking of his jaw.
His fangs grazed her swollen labia, sending stinging jolts of pain that immediately drowned in the friction of his tongue.
The iron grip around her wrists, the claws digging into her hip, the rough scales against her perineum, and the destruction between her thighs—it all blew every fuse in her head.
Jules cried out. Pure, overwhelming overstimulation. Her pelvis slammed against his face, grinding hungrily into the hard friction. She was begging to lose control.
“Please!” she gasped, her voice shrill. “Kore!”
A thunderous rumble swelled in his chest. He pinned her hips down and gave one last, crushing pull on that hypersensitive pearl while simultaneously ramming two thick, claw-tipped fingers deep into her slick heat.
His fingers filled her completely, painfully stretching the tight channel as they thrust hard upward.
The orgasm hit like a shockwave. Jules' body convulsed.
The muscles in her thighs turned to stone.
She screamed without restraint, grinding her pussy blindly against his face as hot waves of liquid fire whipped through her core.
Her insides clenched rhythmically around his fingers, pulling him deeper.
Kore didn't let go. He milked every single wave. His tongue scraped relentlessly over that twitching bundle of nerves while his fingers thrust into her, perfectly in rhythm with her spasms. He drank her juices, devoured her screams, and marked her climax with his raw presence.
The trembling ebbed. Her breath came in ragged rasps as Kore slowly withdrew his fingers.
A wet, slick sound. He released his grip on her wrists.
Jules' arms fell like lead beside her head, sinking into the furs.
She didn't have the strength to close her knees.
Completely exposed, wrecked, and hopelessly overstimulated, she lay on her back.
Kore straightened up, the movement heavy, dripping with animalistic superiority. His chest gleamed with sweat. He knelt over her. His jaw was wet. Jules' juices glistened on his dark skin, clung to his white fangs, and matted his black mane.
He breathed deep, closed his golden eyes for a heartbeat, and drew in the taste. The heavy pheromone cocktail filled the entire cave. Her scent. His marking.
He opened his eyes, leaned forward, and dragged his rough thumb over her swollen lower lip. “Clean,” he growled. His voice was a dark rasp that took her sarcasm and twisted it into pure dominance.
His tail slid from between her legs and coiled painfully tight around her waist. The throbbing, unsatisfied heat of his own arousal pressed hard against her thigh. He bared his teeth. “Now eat.”