Vameer
“Take what you need, Mate.” I keep my growl low.
Rune clenches around me, and leaning my back against the wall, I use my hold of her hips to shove her down the final inch, until she’s as full as possible.
“Drink as much as you want.”
Her lips are wet against my throat. Her fangs perfect. And her…
I lean my head down, forcing her fangs to tear my flesh, filling her mouth with even more sangue.
But it’s worth it when I can lick up the length of her horn.
She moans. And I smile. Then I do it again.
My gravito pulses between us, where we connect. And she breaks.
Rune’s body trembles as she comes around my cock.
I squeeze my eyes shut and tense my jaw, determined to hold out.
Her body finally stops quivering, and she pulls her mouth away from my neck. “Let me down.”
I lift her, pulling my length free from her dripping heat, and lower her feet to the floor. Assuming she wants to move to the bed.
But as I open my eyes, I watch her kneel.
“Fuck.”
Rune grins up at me. Horns and eyes the color of night. Naked body begging to be devoured. Fangs flashing in the dim light.
“What are you doing?”
“Shh.” She lifts a finger to her lips. “Be quiet, remember?”
“I—”
Her hand moves from her mouth. To my cock.
I’m back to clenching my jaw as she strokes me.
She adds her other hand, squeezing the base.
“You said I could drink my fill.” She strokes again as she licks one of her fangs. “Even without my fangs, I’m not sure you’d even fit in my mouth. But…” She leans closer and, with a hand at the base of my dick and one gripping the head, she holds me still as she rubs her cheek against my length.
My head tips forward and my mouth hangs open.
Like this, next to her face, in her small hands, my dick looks absurdly big.
“What are you going to do with it?” My voice is thick with need.
Rune blinks up at me and speaks in an innocent tone. “Is it okay if I lick it?”
“Gods, yes.” A growl rumbles through me.
She purses her lips. “Shh.”
Then she turns her head, sticks out her tongue, and starting at the base, she licks up the side of my cock. Over her thumb. To the tip.
Then she does it again, starting at the tip, licking down my length.
And then she moves the hand at the head of my dick, stroking.
She strokes. And she licks. All while she lets out quiet moans.
Then a fang scrapes over my taut flesh.
My stomach clenches. And she pulls her face back.
“Sorry.” Her apology is breathy.
And I’m done holding back.
My hand darts down and grips one of her horns. “I don’t need your apology, Prinsessa. I need you to do it like you mean it.”
With my hold on her horn, I bring her mouth back to the side of my cock. But I don’t stop when her tongue touches my heated skin. I keep pulling until her mouth is open wide, as much of my girth wedged between her lips as possible.
“Now suck,” I command. And I push down.
Her fangs pierce the top of my dick. And a deep groan I can’t stop rolls out of my chest as she sucks.
Her hand at my base flexes, and her hand around the head of my dick tries to stroke. But now her eyes are rolling back. And she’s squirming.
Still holding her horn in one hand, I reach out and wrap my hand over hers at the tip of my cock, and I use her to stroke myself.
Her smaller hand moves with mine.
Faster. Harder.
And then she purrs.
The vibrations move through her fangs, straight into my dick.
And that’s it.
I start to come.
The first rope of release hits the floor.
Her hand slips out from under mine. And I watch as the second splashes against her palm.
The third. Fourth.
It drips down Rune’s wrist. Down her arm.
The final pulse misses her hand completely.
She pulls her fangs free from my dick, and I let go of her horn, already reaching for her, expecting her to collapse.
But then she grins. “I love honey.”
And with her eyes on mine, Rune licks her palm.
My gravito bursts into a red cloud, covering every wall of the room.
Making it soundproof.
Then it’s my turn to grin, as I toss my mate onto the bed.