Chapter 21 #3
I search for him with my mind, sending him the wave of lust that’s running through my veins, and I feel a pulse of desire sent back to me.
“Come home, my Dante. I wish to pleasure you.”
I don’t even hesitate. “Put Niaus in his crate. I’m on my way.”
I take the panties, my laptop, and my bag, and with shaking hands, I set the alarm, then run all the way back to my place, where I’ll find Cielo.
The door opens without me even having to use my keys, which means he’s been waiting for me.
He pulls me into him, his hands engulfing my waist and hoisting me up. My legs wrap around his back, my ankles hooking just above his tail.
Our lips meet, my hand moving into his hair, the other clutching onto his shoulder, the bag around my wrist knocking into him. His lips pull from mine, and his eyes fall onto it.
“What eesss it?”
I lean back, knowing I’m safe in his arms. That he won’t let me fall.
“I brought you something from the shop.”
His ears flutter as I pull the bag open and reach inside. When I pull out the pink lace panties, his hands tighten on me.
“For me?”
“Yes, baby. For you. I want to see you wearing these while you’re sucking me.”
He trills softly, and I feel his tail replace one of his hands as he takes it from me.
“Go try them on.”
He sets me down gently, his skin turning a sweet shade of dark blue before he shucks his scarf and pulls them on. They’re tight, the fit snug for someone built so differently. But when he finally gets them on, I find my cock growing hard. He looks so fucking hot in those.
He must hear my words in his head because he peers over at me shyly, and I can’t help but wet my dry lips.
“You look so good.”
He runs his large hand down the front, his slit barely visible, but as he touches himself, I see it gape open, and his cockhead appears.
“You’re getting turned on, hm?” I ask as I start to peel my clothes off as well, wanting to feel that warm, wet tongue wrapped around my cock.
He just had me last night and again this morning, and his reservations about taking me are lessening each day.
But still, a few hours without him feels like months.
I want him all the time now.
It’s a little scary how much I crave him.
I kick my pants off and cup my cock in my hand, stroking it, watching as his ears flutter, his cock grows, and the fabric of the panties strains.
“Look at you,” I say, and he hums lowly. “You gonna come and take what you want? Because I’m waiting.” I squeeze some precum from the tip, and his fangs appear, piercing his bottom lip.
He starts to move, but I stop him with a command. “No, Cielo. Not like this. I want you to crawl.”
His head cocks, but I see the way his cock twitches, the ridges pulsating. I love those. The way they feel inside of me, the way they vibrate against my tongue when I take him.
I’m addicted to the taste of him, just like he is with me.
He drops to his knees, his tail curling up around his shoulder as he bends forward. His nails dig into the floor as he starts to crawl toward me. The sight of it, the way those panties look on him, makes me moan softly.
I feel how much he wants this. It only makes it more erotic.
When he’s against me, I reach down and thread my free hand through his hair, pulling on it gently.
“Open,” I say, my eyes hooded as he does what I ask.
My cockhead drags across his lips before I push inside. I feel the way his tongue twists around my cock and sucks, the way he hums softly in contentment as he swallows my entire length.
My head drops back as I thrust forward, fucking his face, feeling the sharp tip of his nails piercing my skin.
I love the way it feels when he does this, the small pinpricks I see afterward.
He always makes me take zitha when we’re done to make sure those gashes repair quickly, and I do it so he’s not in distress, but sometimes I wish he’d let me keep them.
So I could touch them the next day and remember.
I groan as his throat works around me.
“You want this? Tell me.”
I feel him in my mind, a silent affirmation, pleasure pulsing down my spine and between my legs. It’s enough to send me over the edge.
He groans as he swallows continuously, sucking me dry. My body twitches, my moans soft and desperate until he finally pulls away, sitting back on his haunches and peering up at me. He has a bit of cum lingering on his bottom lip, and I can’t help but reach down and push it into his mouth.
He takes my entire finger, his tongue sweeping over it.
“You want me to get you off?” I ask, an idea forming in my mind.
I glance down and see his huge monster dick between his legs. The tip is wet, poking out from the silk waistband. My mouth waters, wanting to bring him as much pleasure as he’s brought me.
He nods, and I point to the right.
“On the couch then, baby.”
He moves swiftly, flopping back, his body far too big for the small sofa.
I need to get another, I think as I rush to the bedroom and grab something I purchased recently.
A vibrating wand, shaped a little like a dildo, but thinner.
It was made by a sex toy company that’s just starting out, and I’ve been holding onto it, wanting to use it.
It’s slim and shiny, the vibrations starting as I hold it in my hand. This is going to be so much fun. I can’t wait to modify this for Vyastil use.
When he sees the toy in my hand, his trill grows desperate, his claws digging into the side of the sofa.
I’ve given up on trying to make it look nice.
There are so many tears and scratches on it.
I now have a cover that I put over it when we have company.
But I like it when Cielo is like this, wild and unhinged. Almost feral.
“You want to try this?” I ask, and he nods, his legs spreading as I step between them. We’ve tried a lot of different things so far, each one fun and exciting. I love exploring this with him.
Turning it up, I feel the soft buzz in my hand as I lower it slowly to his straining cock. His panties are soaked, and my mouth waters, wanting to put it in my mouth, but not yet.
I drag the tip of it over his cock, and he arches his hips up, a loud hum hitting my ears, pleasure washing over me.
He loves this. I continue to tease him, dragging the vibrating wand over his cock, drawing shapes on it, making his eyes open and shut as he tries to control himself.
“You look like you want more.”
He nods frantically, his cockhead leaking profusely.
“Mooore.”
“Mm,” I hum, and then I reach down and tug those panties down as far as I can, exposing his slit. My finger drags up the side of it, and he groans, his skin shimmering.
I love pushing my fingers inside of him, feeling the base of his cock, his balls.
We haven’t gotten to fisting yet, but I want that. I want to reach inside of him and make him mindless with pleasure.
He trills as I bring the end of the wand to where my finger is, working him open. When the tip slips in, his mouth parts, his hands clutching onto the sofa arm behind him, his hips thrusting up.
“Moooore.”
“Yeah, baby. I’ll give you more.”
I push the tip in further, and he cries out, a sound I’ve heard him make when he’s shocked and surprised and incredibly turned on.
I sink to my knees, and he groans, mindless with need.
I push the wand in further, dragging it along the still-sheathed underside of his cock.
It’s pulsing now, the tip dripping. I can’t take it anymore.
I fall onto it, my mouth taking in as much of it as I can.
Cielo starts to mutter something in Eretharian as I pull him into the back of my throat, swallowing around him.
I turn up the wand’s vibrations, dragging up and down his hard length inside of him.
He’s shivering, shuddering, his tail weaving around my wrist, holding it in place, keeping that wand deep inside of him.
When he comes, his cock explodes down my throat, making me choke and gasp.
It falls from my lips, cum hitting my face and neck, dripping down my chest. I try to swallow as much as I can, but it’s futile.
And the wand…well, I don’t let up, turning up the strength, the hum of it loud in the small room.
I draw out his orgasm as long as I can, watching as his cock pulses and jerks between his legs.
By the time he’s done, I’m drenched, and he’s twitching in the aftershocks of his orgasm.
“Good?” I rasp, and he peeks an eye open before shutting it away.
“Yes, Dante. So gooood. We will do ageeen soon.”
I can’t help the way my lips twist up at the corners as I flip the wand off and set it aside.
“I’m gonna go shower and then can we snuggle?” I see some of his release on his stomach, his panties completely soaked through.
He nods, and then I ask. “Hey, you want to join me?”
His eyes open, and I add, “In the shower. I know you don’t really do that. But you want to? With me?”
He’s up before I can say anything else, and then I’m in his strong arms.
“Yes, Dante. I will wash you with yooor good soap.”
I giggle as he strides to the small bathroom, my heart so fucking full.