2. Severin #2
“There is nothing to apologize for,” I whisper, kissing her neck softly. “You are here to be pleasured, and you may enjoy our night together as you please. If you hurt or if you need something, you just need to say so. If you want to scream, scream. Never hold back your feelings or words for me.”
She blinks. “The rector’s wife said such things are not done. A wife is to close her eyes, think of England, and take her husband’s attentions. It is not her place to speak.”
“The rector’s wife is an unenlightened woman,” I say. “In my bed, I never want you to hold yourself back or think of England when I make you come. You are to think of me, and only me, and the pleasure we create between us. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” My lips trail down her body, kissing her breasts, making her blush even more furiously. When I slip out my tongue, circling her nipple with it, she gasps. “Severin—I mean, my lord—”
“You may call me by my name. We’re married, Fiona.” I roll my tongue over her aroused tip, and she sighs. “And you may tell me how you like your nipples suckled. I find I quite like licking them.”
“I…I…,” She swallows as my forked tongue wraps around her bud and tugs at it slightly. “I like what you do to me.”
“Do you?” I smile at her slow thawing and flick my tongue against her tip. “I like exploring your body, wife. It’s so different from mine. So soft and lush and full, filled with delights I want to sample.” I close my mouth around her tip and suckle hard.
“Oh my god!” Her back arches off the mattress as my mouth suckles on her tip, coating it in my spit and tugging on her sensitive bud.
I can feel her lose control, scent her arousal flooding the air.
My hands cup and pump her tit as I suckle on her tip.
When she’s shaking, I let go and begin wrapping my tongue around her other tip.
“Do you like being devoured, Fiona? Do you like it when your husband suckles on your nipples?”
“Yes,” she moans as I tease her other tip with my tongue and latch on.
When I suckle, both our thoughts scatter.
My hands pump her breast, suckle on her tender tip, licking and flicking and taking until she’s a writhing mess under me.
The smell of her delicious honey fills the air, and I can feel my dual hemipenes hard.
I’m not in heat, which means I’m not at my most fertile, but I can still breed my wife tonight.
I let go of her nipple, kissing my way down her body. “You are so beautiful, Fiona. So delicious. The kind of warm, willing woman I’ve wished to have in my bed for years.”
I slide down her body and push her legs apart, revealing her wet, glistening pussy.
My breath catches as her fiery folds part, her cunt blooming like a rose.
“God, look at this delicious little pussy. It’s so wet already.
” I push my tongue out, long and red, and swipe all over her folds, gathering her cream.
“Oh lord….” Fiona’s legs shake. “You…don’t have to do that.”
“But I like licking your folds, wife. I want to do a lot more than lick them.” She’s so flushed, it’s adorable.
“But…” I lick her pussy again, my forked tongue finding her little hard bead and rubbing it. Her body loses the battle, her thighs falling open around my head. My dark hair spills on the sheets as I taste my wife’s sweet cunt.
“Do you like this?” I ask her.
“Yes, more than I should,” she admits. “I’ve never…been touched there. Or licked.”
“Never?” I ask. I knew she was a virgin, but I didn’t realize she had never known any pleasure. “You haven’t touched yourself here?”
“No. I…I was too busy surviving.” Her eyes look down at me. “You’re the only one who has ever…ummm…touched me.”
I feel a swell of pride in my chest, glad she saved herself for me. “Well, my dear, now you can just let go. I will take care of this beautiful, lush body.”
I sink my fingers into the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thighs, spreading them wider, holding her open for me.
My thumbs press into the crease where her thighs meet her hips, dimpling that creamy skin, and I feel her tremble beneath my grip.
She is so warm, and the heat radiating from between her legs makes my mouth water.
“Spread for me, little wife,” I murmur against the inside of her thigh, pressing a kiss there, tasting salt and silk. “Let me have all of you.”
I bury my face in her heat. My tongue shoots out and connects with her slit. The first taste of her nearly undoes me. It’s sweet, slick, heady, like honey warmed over a flame, and I am addicted.
“You taste divine, Fiona,” I groan against her folds, the vibration making her hips jerk.
My long, dark purple forked tongue traces slowly along the length of her slit, gathering every drop of her arousal.
The twin tips of my tongue separate, and I drag them along either side of her swollen clit, savoring the way she gasps above me, her fingers tangling in my obsidian hair.
“Severin.” I push my tongue inside her, and she gasps. My thick tongue delves into her little hole, her fleshy walls massaging me. “My lord…” Her sharp, broken pants echo off the stone walls of the bedchamber. “I…It’s so deep.”
“God, you’re so needy, dripping over my tongue like a waterfall, wife.” I run my tongue along her convulsing walls, and she screams. The flick of my thick, forked tongue drives her wild, making her raise her lips and slam down against my mouth. “You want me to fuck you with my serpent tongue?”
“Yes!” She cries as I withdraw my tongue and push it forcefully inside her cunt. Her walls clamp down around my tongue, tight and hot and impossibly slick, and I groan against her cunt.
“So tight, so responsive.” I fuck her little cunt with intense motions of my tongue, sliding in and out of her hole, the sound like percussion as my tongue delves deep into her, touching her sweet, textured spot, splitting into two and drenching her in my spit.
“Oh god….I feel something, Severin….like something is going to explode.”
“Your orgasm, little one. Your body wants to come, wants to release and rain over my tongue. Don’t hold back.”
I fuck her cunt harder, stuffing her channel, and when I touch her sweet spot while my forked tongue flicks her clit, she explodes like a bomb.
“Aaah!” I feel the moment her body lets go, pleasure drowning her senses.
Honey leaks down my tongue, drenching and coating me in her release as my wife orgasms for the first time, my tongue buried inside her slit.
Her cries echo in the walls, bringing life to Penridge Manor after so long, and the taste of her arouses me, making me impossibly hard.
I lick and suck her little bud, letting her come until she’s drained.
“Wow…that was…incredible,” she says, opening her eyes after a moment. “I’ve never felt anything so intense. I thought I was going to die, and then, I was in heaven.”
She looks at me as I retract my tongue from her cunt, drenched in her release. “You’re delicious when you come. That was your first climax, but it won’t be the last tonight.”
She widens her eyes as my tail rises up, my emerald, scaly tip shining in the firelight.
I’m going to open you up a little more to take my cocks.
I bring my thick tail down between her spread thighs, and the smooth, cool underside of my tail presses against her inner leg.
She shivers, her hazel green eyes going wide as she watches the thick, muscular length of my serpentine body move with a mind of its own.
“Don’t be frightened,” I murmur, leaning over her, my broad chest casting a shadow across her flushed skin.
My obsidian hair falls around us like a curtain, and I press my lips to the soft swell of her left breast, tasting salt and warmth.
“I’m going to prepare you now. This will stretch you, little one.
Make you ready to be bred by your husband. ”
Her fingers dig into my shoulders, blunt nails pressing crescents into my pale skin. I feel her pulse hammering beneath my mouth, rapid and birdlike, and I kiss the valley between her breasts, dragging my lips upward to her collarbone.
“Are you okay, Fiona?” I ask, not wanting to push her before she is ready.
“Yes. I trust you.” Her words are all I need to hear.
The tapered tip of my tail finds her entrance.
I rub it slowly against her folds, gathering the slick she’s still dripping from her climax, coating myself in her sweetness.
She’s so wet, so swollen, her little pussy glistening and pink and utterly ravaged from my tongue.
I press the smooth, rounded tip against her hole and push.
She sighs as my tip slides into her, stretching her as it delves deeper.
“Breathe,” I tell her, my voice rough against her throat, holding her waist and rubbing my thumb against her skin.
“Breathe for me, Fiona.” She gasps as the tip breaches her.
Her walls clamp down, tight and hot. My tail feels the pinch, but I push a little deeper, going slow. “Open for me, little one.”
She cries out when I encounter resistance inside her. He tail slips in, and her nails claw into my skin, leaving marks as I take her virginity. Her maidenhead bleeds over my tail, pain radiating from her body.
“I’m right here, Fiona.” I kiss her lips, her neck, her breasts, gently kissing her nipples to loosen her up. “The worst is over, my love.”
She relaxes under me, the pain gently ebbing as my arousal breaks through my resistances. I cannot hold back any longer.
The heat in my blood has reached a fever pitch, my hemipenes so engorged beneath my cloacal slit that the pressure borders on painful.
My tail retracts from her stretched entrance, the tapered tip glistening with her blood and slick, and I shift my weight on the mattress.
My coils rearrange beneath me, muscles flexing, and I feel the slit at the base of my tail begin to part.