Az #2
“It’s because your little cunt already knows that you’re mine,” I murmur into her hair. “And she loves it.”
She takes two of my fingers well. I add a third, making her squirm a little.
“Ah,” I correct, a firm hand on her hip. “Stay as still as you can, remember?”
Lois whimpers again, but nods her head.
“Still as you can,” I repeat, unlacing my pants and pulling out my aching cock.
Spitting in my palm, I coat myself by stroking my length. Her cunt is wet and wanting, but we are still a tight fit together. Hurting her is never an option.
“That’s it,” I murmur, bending at the knees to align our bodies better. Lois lets out a breathy little gasp as I rub myself along her cunt. “Nice and still, Lois.”
I push a little, her body welcoming the head of my cock, and then I pause, allowing her to adjust.
Despite my warnings, my female starts to squirm again, pushing back on me, greedy for more.
I could tease her for it.
Point out how her body knows that she’s mine.
But the truth is, I am hers.
In every way.
In ways I don’t even understand yet.
I can’t help myself. I lean forward and kiss the juncture where her neck meets her shoulder – right at the scalloped edge of her lacy collar. “You’re doing so well for me, little female.”
Fuck, I could so easily sink my fangs into that lace right now, pump her veins with my bonding venom while my cock stays nice and snug where it belongs.
And yet – there is a small voice that whispers somewhere in the depths of my mind that she could still reject matehood.
Niska is with my brother, sure. But she is not obsessed to the point of sickness with him.
We have asked her, and she has answered that her feelings are the same as they were before she allowed him to bite her.
She chooses him. With a clear mind. And a sure heart.
My Lois has chosen a pleasure contract.
And, even if I yearn for more, I will give her what she wants.
In fact, I will give her what she wants so fucking hard, she won’t be able to walk straight after I’m done.
“Take hold of the reins,” I command, my hands bracketing her hips.
She does as she is told, her small human hands wrapping around the leather. There’s a hitch to her breath when I lift her, my legs straightening and her feet lifting from the ground as my cock stays seated inside her warmth.
Taking a small step back helps her to lean forward into the tension of the bindings, and I begin to work her onto my length with small movements guided by my hands on her hips.
“Oh, God, Az,” my female whines. “Fuck.”
“You like this, little human?” I tease, continuing to move her body. “You like giving me control of your precious body?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
A simple word. But the trust she shows me – the way she allows herself to be so vulnerable with me – almost makes me spill inside her right then and there.
I’m acutely aware of how easily I can move her – how to anyone else, it would seem like I’m using her body right now just as I would use a Permission. Her feet are not even on the ground. Her undergarments hang off one of her boots as they dangle there while I move her up and down my shaft.
But what you wouldn’t see is that she owns me right now.
So completely and thoroughly.
I pause and let out the deepest groan to the ceiling when her gorgeous ass is flush to my hips, my cock fully buried and oh so content.
“Let me bite you,” I blurt. “Please.”
Lois says nothing, just moans and tries to writhe against me, urging me to move – to start using her body again.
“I swear to The Four,” I grunt, pulling her almost off me, before slamming her back down.
“If you are affected by my venom.” I lift her again, her ass slapping against me as I bring her back down my length.
“We would be a mated pair.” Slap. “It is like you have already bitten me anyway.” Slap.
“From the moment I first saw you.” Slap. “I have been yours.”
“Az,” she groans, the leather of the reins creaking rhythmically as I move her.
“I swear it, Lois.”
“Yes.”
That’s all I need to hear.
I give in to the urge pumping through every cell in my body and step forward, forcing Lois’ body into a more upright position. Banding one arm around her middle, I pull her flush to me, my other hand moving down to where we are still joined so that I may play with her most sensitive parts.
I begin thrusting into her while nuzzling at that flimsy excuse of a collar she wears around her throat. “Yes?” I ask.
Her answer is a hoarse whisper, her head thrown back against my shoulder. “Yes.”
I almost black out from the pleasure as my fangs breach lace and skin.
I have leaked bonding venom before – more often when I was an adolescent, and then again much more frequently after meeting Lois.
But I have never experienced giving a bonding bite and the euphoria that comes with it.
It is like reaching a full-body climax, but even better.
No words could describe it – especially not when I feel myself spill into Lois’ cunt at the same time.
It all happens so quickly. She’s calling my name. Moaning it. Screaming it. And it is a better sound than all the arena chanting for my victory. Because it is her, and now she is pumped full of my venom, and my cum.
I feel I may never come down from this high.