Chapter 19
nineteen
. . .
rupert
“Are you ready for that?” Peony asks.
I would not have said it if I weren’t. Just bringing her not-lavender smell into my nostrils, I can already feel my sheath parting, my cock emerging from it.
She heard my story. She did not run away. She comforted me, and was honest with me, and for the first time in a decade, I felt fully seen.
“Yes,” I say.
“You’ll have to show yourself to me.” Peony peers down and searches my gaze. “This goes two ways, Rupert.”
I nod, understanding her rules.
“And like I said, I may need time,” she adds. “The way it takes time to get to know any lover.”
Lover? I’ve never thought of myself as someone’s lover.
I nod again, eager to get going, to take off her clothes and see all of Peony’s ripples and curves up close. Yes, it does mean showing myself to her—but now I think I can believe that she’ll give me a chance.
“I’ll give you all the time in the world,” I tell her, rising to my feet until I’ve gone from peering up between her breasts to looking down at her from above.
She has to tilt her head up to lock eyes with me, and when she does, she smiles her mischievous smile.
Her hand reaches for mine and I take it, letting her guide me out of the room.
I follow her down the hall with single-minded focus, fixated on the perfect sway of her hips as she takes me to my own bedroom. Due to the thinness of the fabric, I can see under her shirt where her bra squeezes her just a little too tight, and I can’t wait to take it off her and let her be free.
When we reach the door, Peony stands back and gives me the honors. Not releasing her hand, I twist the knob and push the damned thing open. Peony doesn’t even look around the room as we stumble in. Her eyes are fully focused on me.
On me. Like I’m the center of her world.
I pull her inside, not even bothering to close it again before I descend on her.
I try not to fear what might happen here, what the monster might do. I need to believe it would never hurt her, just as I wouldn’t.
Peony’s little hands land on the exposed fur of my chest, and there, she plucks at the first button of my coat, and the next one, going slow as if waiting for me to stop her.
Instead, I watch as she removes all of them, then rises again to help me slip it off.
She repeats this with the buttoned shirt underneath, as I can’t wear anything that goes on over my head thanks to my horns.
Then, my torso is bare to her, and she bites her lip as she drinks me in. She runs her fingers through my mane, down over the lighter fur of my chest like she’s relishing the texture of me.
“Your turn,” I murmur, my hands finding their way down to the hem of her blouse. I nudge it with my claws, and the little mischievous smile returns to her face.
I love that one most of all.
She wiggles off the blouse, revealing her plain white bra. It’s very Peony to have something like this, no frills, but practical with her big breasts. And heavens, are they. I lick my lips as she reaches behind her back to unclip it, which brings her to a momentary halt.
“Sorry,” she says, fiddling until it falls free. Her expression is much shyer now as her perfect dusky nipples are revealed to the air, and immediately, I fall in love with them.
Without needing to think, I drop to my knees in front of her, absolutely enthralled. I know what I was made to do, right at this moment, and it’s to worship her. To make Peony my queen.
Taking care with my claws, I gently cup one teardrop-shaped breast, then the other, my cock instantly leaping to attention.
I test the left nipple with my tongue, and the broad, puffy areola tightens, turning into a small peak as I lap it again.
Peony stiffens as I transfer to the other one, and a little gasp falls from her lips as I wrap my mouth around it.
“Ah, Rupert,” she mutters, her hand grabbing a fistful of my mane. I love how much she enjoys touching me, my mane, my fur—she’s always petting and stroking me, and it turns me on even more.
I play with the nipple fiercely, sucking and tonguing and ever so slightly nipping, until Peony is subconsciously rubbing her hips against me.
“Pants,” she finally manages to say, tugging on one of my horns. “Pants next.”
“Is this the ‘strip poker’ you Americans like so much?” I ask, peeling myself away from her to get back to my feet.
I unbutton the front of my trousers, then reach around to remove the strap over my tail before pulling down the zipper.
I can’t hide my massive erection as I drag them off my legs, but I hear no response from Peony.
When I stand back up, her eyes are riveted to my cock. Her mouth works, but no sound comes out.
So it’s as horrifying as I feared. I reach down to cover it, to grab my trousers and pull them back on so we can start over, but Peony lets out an annoyed grumble.
“Move your hand,” she says, pushing me out of the way.
No, she’s not horrified. She’s curious.
Obediently, I tuck my hand out of the way, letting her study me. I think this would be absolutely mortifying if she were anyone but Peony.
Finally, her eyes rise to mine. “Unusual,” she says, which feels like a grand understatement. “Can I touch you?”
“Of course.” I want nothing more than her touch on me. My cock pulses in anticipation as she wraps her small hand around it, and just the sensation…
I nearly crumple forward, overwhelmed. That hand feels nothing like mine. And oh, is it delicious.
“Self-lubricating,” she says thoughtfully as she strokes, from the base to the tip, right over the ring in the middle. I let out a helpless groan as Peony’s small fingers trail up and down again, just exploring me, and my tail thrashes the floor.
“Fuck,” I manage, right before it all comes out.
I moan as I ejaculate, and a stream of white splashes right on Peony’s hands and belly, painting her. Pleasure rushes through me in a wave that nearly bowls me over. I buckle forward, and I grasp Peony’s shoulder to steady myself without realizing what I’m doing.
“Did you like that?” she asks.
I glance up, panting, and that mischievous smile is back on her face.
peony
Rupert just prematurely let off, and it was potentially the sexiest and most adorable thing a man has ever done in front of me.
His eyes are wide as he looks up, clutching onto me with one of those big, clawed hands like I’m the raft and he’s adrift in a storm.
I’m absolutely covered with his cum, which I didn’t expect to shoot out quite so…
enthusiastically. Rather like a water fountain when you’re standing in the wrong place.
“Wow,” I say. “Unexpected but not unwelcome.”
“Really?” Rupert looks aghast. “But I just… you know. All over you.”
I giggle. “I can always shower.”
Gently I release his cock, which is certainly the strangest of its kind.
It’s huge, yes, huge, and wet all across the surface.
It must stay inside the fur sheath at the base most of the time, protected there.
Out like this, it’s vulnerable, pink and slick all over.
The head is blunt, with a pebbly texture around the edge that’s strangely exciting.
And there’s that ring partway up, too, and I wonder…
I wonder what that would feel like.
I’ve thought about it extensively. What would having sex with Rupert be like? But now it’s staring me in the face, that unusual beast between his legs, and I can’t help thinking about how it might fit.
Would it fit? A genuine question.
But oh, I think I want to know. It would be bigger than any cock I’ve ever taken, that’s for sure. It would probably fill me as full as—
Rupert inhales a sharp breath, and his pupils grow huge and black.
“What did you think about just now, Peony?” he asks, lowering his head near mine so he can speak in my ear.
My breathing speeds up. Can he read my mind?
“I…” I swallow thickly. “I was thinking about how…” I can’t even bring myself to say it. “About how you would feel.”
His scaled hands smooth down my hips to the band of my jeans.
“Feel where?” He nips the lobe of my ear, and I bend into him as his claws drag over the fabric.
“Inside me.”
Rupert groans against my throat, then kisses his way down to my collarbone.
“Bottoms next,” he says, tugging on the belt loop of my jeans. Obediently I pluck the button and unzip them, pushing them down to my ankles and kicking them away.
Then I’m exposed too, and Rupert’s cock is fully engorged again, slippery and throbbing. I reach behind me without tearing my eyes away to feel around for the bed, and then I stumble back against it, pulling myself up to sit on the edge.
I give Rupert a come-hither gesture, and his brows go up. Then, a predatory smile crosses his face, which looks as natural as it does terrifying on his muzzle. If lions could smile, this is what it would look like.
He stalks toward me and bends over the bed, caging me in with his arms, his cock slipping across my belly. It pulls a whimper out of me to feel him so close, so intimately, this near to him potentially being inside me.
“You smell so good,” Rupert murmurs, kissing my forehead, then my nose, then my lips. But he pulls away before we can add tongue and continues down my throat. “So turned on.”
“Oh, you can smell that?” I ask. That explains a lot.
I can’t see his face, but I can feel that he’s grinning.
“Yes. It’s sweet, like the world’s most delicious fruit.” His lips travel down between my breasts, and he pauses at each nipple to lick it. Then he continues over my belly. “But also… it smells like you.”
When he reaches my pelvis, now kneeling in front of me, he pauses and rubs his nose in the hair there, surprising me. He inhales deeply, then groans as he exhales. “So good.” He licks his chops. “I can’t wait to taste it.”
My eyes must be bugging out of my head as he drags his claws lightly down my thighs, just enough pressure that I know what he wants. I part them for him, and Rupert brings his nose down, still breathing me in.
Then, a wide, wet tongue swipes over my clit. My muscles tense at the sudden contact, and he does it again, sending a shiver across my whole body.
Whoa. That tongue is wild. It stimulates everything as he licks up and down in short, stuttered motions that send vibrations of pleasure all the way to my fingers and toes.
Then he swoops lower, investigating me with the tip. Rupert groans between my legs, and his tail curls wildly in the air behind him.
“You taste so damned good.” He teases my entrance, pushing that magical tongue inside me and making me squirm.
Then he returns to his former pursuit, running quick circles around my clit, and I grab onto his horns to keep me rooted to the bed.
Rupert chuckles against my pussy, his claws wrapping around my thighs to keep them pinned.
The longer he fucks my clit, though, the more I’m aching for more.
I need to be filled, and the brighter he fans my flames, the more intense that need becomes.
Rupert lifts his head, his scaled mouth wet from eating me out. “Let me try something?”
I blink, trying to clear away the haze of nearly orgasming. “Try what?”
“Well, I can’t really…” He holds up one of his hands, flashing his sharp claws. “You know. So, I thought I might use something else.”
He sits up on the bed, and as his tail curls around his body, he grabs onto the end. A playful grin crosses his face as he takes it into his mouth, licking it thoroughly until it’s wet all over.
Oh. That’s what he means.
“And I can use it to, erm,” Rupert clears his throat, “you know, if you still want to, um—”
I shake my head because I can’t understand him. “Spit it out.”
“I’m probably not going to fit.” He glances down at his own thick, throbbing cock. “But my tail is smaller, and then I could maybe… get you ready for it?”
Now we’re on the same page. He wants to stretch me out with his tail first, and while that’s peculiar, it’s also smart and strangely hot.
“Yes.” I raise my hips off the bed to show him I’m ready. “Let’s try it.”