Chapter 20
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peony
Rupert’s eyes are fastened on my pussy as he guides the wet tip of his tail down, then I sense it prodding between my folds. He pushes some in with gentle slowness, and I’m so wet now that it easily passes through.
Wow. That’s great. His scales are soft, but the texture feels incredible. Rupert slides in more, and the tapered shape makes it easy for my body to expand for it. My eyes nearly roll back in my head as the girth of his tail grows the farther he urges it inside me.
Then he leans down between my thighs and licks me.
“Fuck!” I’m already grabbing his conveniently placed horns.
My hips seize up as he urges that tail deeper, then pulls it out before thrusting it in again.
It’s the perfect size, and I’m opening wider and wider for it with every push and pull.
Rupert’s broad tongue has gone wild, and now I’m so close to the edge that I think I’m going to pop.
I find myself begging for more, and Rupert obliges, squeezing even more of that scaled tail inside me, and now all the air is rushing from my body.
A cry is wrenched from my mouth as my orgasm consumes me, folding me over smaller and smaller as Rupert continues licking, shoving his tail even farther in.
Then I’m coming again, right after the first one, and a gush of liquid bursts out of me. Rupert’s tail makes a squishing sound as it continues fucking me, and I’m still leaking.
“It won’t stop,” I whimper, trying to free my overstimulated body from Rupert’s relentless mouth. “I think I’m peeing on you!”
I’m startled by a rumbling laugh, and finally he pulls away, giving me one last slurp. He leaves his tail sheathed in me as he sits up.
“Sure didn’t taste like it,” he says, licking his lips and baring his teeth at me. “I think this sweet little cunt came so hard that—”
“I’m sorry, what?” I sit up abruptly. “What did you just call it?”
“A cunt?”
I giggle at the sound of it in his thick accent. Rupert cocks his head, his ears lowering on his head.
“You’re just so British sometimes.” I ruffle his mane, blissed-out to heaven and back. His gaze softens, and he leans down to kiss my belly, his tail still buried in me.
“Hmm.” Rupert languidly withdraws it, then fills me once more. I’m so sensitive and tight that I shiver all over as it forces me open. “I wonder how far you have to go.” He palms his cock with his other hand, examining it. “Just a little more.”
A sharp bolt of excitement shoots up through me. I’m almost ready.
My monster watches me, his eyes never leaving mine as he rocks his tail in and out, pushing it farther and farther in. Soon I’m struggling to take it, and despite how wet I am, it won’t fit.
“Rupert—” I begin, gasping, but he gently shushes me.
“Give it a moment.” That tail twists, the texture rubbing all over the inside of me. He takes an inch and then gives me one back, over and over, until I sense even more of him fitting through. It’s some kind of witchcraft, the way he’s teasing my body open for himself.
“There we are.” Rupert sighs as he fills me almost to bursting with his tail. “That is about the right size.”
Holy fuck. That is how big he is, all over? I moan just thinking about it, and Rupert’s eyes shutter closed.
“God, the way you clench around me…” He bites his lip with one of his fangs. “I can’t wait until that’s me in there.”
Slowly he withdraws his tail, and now I’m so, so empty. I cant my hips up, brushing my belly over his cock, and Rupert sucks in a sharp breath.
“Please.” I reach toward him, and in response, he crouches over me so I can tangle my hands in his mane. “Put it inside me. Please.”
My begging must pluck some chord in him, because Rupert’s whole body goes taut, and he lets out a rumbling sound deep in his chest. When his catlike eyes open again, they are full of fire. I watch over the mounds of my breasts as he fists his cock, then shuffles until it’s between my legs.
I can’t wait anymore, but Rupert just drags the slippery, blunt head over my clit, launching a shower of sparks in front of my eyes. He does this again and again until I’m whimpering, “Rupert, please, please,” and I’m clenching around nothing.
Finally, he sweeps downward, wedging himself between the lips of my sex. I’m already so wet, so needy and open after his work with his tail, that the textured head glides in.
“Oh, Peony,” he moans. “Your cunt is beautiful.”
Fuck, I’m already stretching for him, and it feels like he’s barely inside me. But I want more already, I need more, I need him, or I’m going to come apart.
“Rupert!” My voice comes out as a rather pathetic whine. “More, please, oh—”
Before I can even finish asking, Rupert gathers the blankets in his claws and snaps his hips forward, sinking much, much deeper. I cry out, surprised and stretched and radiating with bliss, but still needing more.
I want all of him.
“You feel like nothing else on this earth,” Rupert says, still gripping the root of his cock as he rocks in and out of me. “You’re the loveliest creature I’ve ever seen.”
Everything that comes out of his mouth is sincere gold.
His eyes are wide, pupils blown out, as he watches where my pussy is swallowing him up.
Then he looks up at me, and he releases himself so he can change his angle, lowering onto his forearms so we’re much, much closer.
He’s significantly taller, so he tilts his head down to brush his nose over mine.
“Peony,” he says, simply thrusting in shallowly. “You are marvelous. You’re taking me so well—I’m proud of you.” He kisses my lips and whispers against them, “You mean the world to me.”
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Oh, hell, is she tight. Her body is so small, clinging to me as I work myself inside her more slowly than I thought my self-control was capable of.
But I need Peony to be ready for me. I don’t want to hurt her—that would be the worst possible outcome—so I’m going to take this at a snail’s pace if that’s what it takes to get my cock all the way inside her.
Already, I’m working hard to keep my climax at bay, squirreling it away deep down and battening the hatches to keep me from going off too soon again.
It’s difficult, though, my nose awash with the scent of Peony, my eyes drowning in her beauty.
Her big breasts are perfect, flawless, especially with their cute stretch lines.
Her lips open in pleasure, her eyes half-lidded, is a scene I’ve always craved and never realized I did.
Now that she’s accepted this much of me, nearly up to the ring, I want to try to fit more inside her. I need to be encased in her, surrounded by her, on top of her and around her all at once. Reflexively, I lick her neck, tasting her sweat. Peony moans as I push further in.
“Ah!” She clings to me tightly. “Rupert, wait, wait.” Peony makes a sound that could be ecstasy or it could be agony, so I freeze where I am. “Stay right there.”
She breathes deeply, her eyes falling closed. Her sheath pulses with her breaths, and it helps to calm me, too. I didn’t realize just how far gone I was, how close the monster had risen to the surface.
I must keep him at bay. I can’t risk injuring her.
When Peony looks relaxed underneath me again, I gently withdraw, then slowly make my way back in.
She welcomes me, enveloping me, and I sink even farther than before.
This time, her moan is most certainly one of pleasure.
Finally, I push my ring inside her, and it vanishes between the spread, reddened petals of her pussy.
“Ah!” She grips my mane, bringing me down to her face so she can kiss me. I return it with fervor, reeling my hips back and then gliding in again, and again, a measure deeper every time and making sure my ring moves in and out of her.
Through our kiss I can hear her say, “Th-that’s s-s-so good.” Peony’s voice shakes, and then she cries out. “Oh, please! More!”
I think she wants it all. So I give it to her.
As I sink deep and take in the sight of this keening, lovely woman under me, I know that she’ll undo me. I know now that I’m falling for her at the speed of light, and I don’t want to stop it. I want to stay buried in her, like this, until the end of time.
But I’m going to make her scream first.
Reining in every ounce of control I have, I pull out, then slam into her as far as she can take me. Her whole body lurches, her back arching, and I curl an arm under her and yank her against me as I make her mine.
She is mine.
Peony cries out louder as I pick up my pace, searching for what will make her come around me.
When I was still a man, I could rub a woman’s clit to bring her there, but I can’t with my long claws.
Still, I need to feel her squeeze blissfully the way she did around my tail.
I need her to come apart in my hands so I can gently set her pieces back together.
Instead of fucking her faster or harder, I fuck her more intentionally, watching her face as I stroke in and out. I slow down my pace, and her lips scrunch up further, her little hands digging into my fur.
Ah, I think my woman likes it slow.
So I maintain my speed, rocking back and forth like a pendulum, angling my hips to see what sort of reaction I can get.
I make sure to drag the head of my cock—with the texture there I’m suddenly quite grateful for—along the inside of her.
I lean forward so my fur rubs her clit with every thrust, and Peony bucks wildly into me.
“Oh, Rupert!” She clutches me close, so I wrap my arms around her, keeping her flush with my body.
I kiss her forehead as I leisurely make love to her, and her cries are climbing higher and higher in volume.
“Your cock is amazing,” she whimpers as I make sure to strike deep and hard with every aimed thrust. “Oh, it’s so good, I can’t, I—”
Her words turn into nonsense as she clenches tighter and tighter around me. She’s close, and so am I, painfully so. Soon, the dam is going to burst whether I want it to or not.
Clutching Peony tight, I hold on as long as I can, moving in a perfect, regular rhythm despite the burning in my thighs. That’s when I feel her bury her face in my shoulder, drowning a scream in my fur.
I can’t stop it any longer. I let out a guttural groan as the sweet sensation of her squeezing me takes over, agonizing bliss shooting from my balls up to my throat.
But I need her to get there, I have to feel her break apart, so even as I swell inside her, I keep going, my groan turning into a roar.
“Oh, fuck!” Peony wails. Now I speed up, even though I’m already coming inside her, already shooting everything out—
“There! Oh, oh!”
Her thighs clasp tight around my hips, her heels digging in right above my tail, and my roar turns into a howl as my balls contract even tighter.
I spill again, my body somehow still moving, still driving into her, my cum sloshing out and making erotic, wet noises with every one of my thrusts.
Peony’s nails dig into my flesh, and my pleasure only ratchets higher.
When she hits the crest of her wave, Peony falls utterly silent. Despite the fact my cock is terribly sensitive, and she’s squeezed down so tight around me it feels like it should be impossible to move, I’m still pumping into her.
Finally, I must stop, and I nearly collapse. We’re both gasping for air, Peony’s hands curled in my mane, my arms trapped underneath her. Gently, I let her go and sit back so I can really look at her.
Peony’s face is bright red all over, her eyes simply glittering. Her lips are well-loved and parted as she tries to bring fresh air into her lungs.
“That was the best orgasm of my entire life,” she says breathlessly. She gazes at me with pure wonder. “How did you do that?”
I laugh, because being with Peony is the easiest thing in the world.