Chapter 12
Chapter
Twelve
He leads me to the far side of the pool under a thick canopy of foliage. He sits me on top of a large, flat rock and then pushes me back so that I’m lying down.
I tilt my head back to keep my nose and mouth just above the surface, letting the hot water cascade over my eyes and ears.
The current surrounds me, caressing my arms and legs, while my breasts peek out into the air.
Cut off from the world, all I can hear is my own heartbeat and the quiet whoosh of air in and out of my lungs.
My heart rate ticks up as I remember being caught in the cold, dark of the avalanche. I keep reminding myself I am warm, I am safe, and Eryon will protect me, yet again. As he trickles warm water over my peaked nipples, I let out a gasp, repositioning my head to keep my airway clear of the spring.
Over and over, the hot water trails over my flesh, alternating with his hands pinching and rolling my nipples.
Not being able to see or hear when or which sensation will come next only heightens my pleasure.
Anticipation of whether it will be the water or his hands builds, only to be surprised when a hot mouth seals around my breast, sucking and nipping.
Back and forth, he lavishes each breast with attention, one and then the other. My thighs part, wishing there was the strong current here like the other pool. Needy moans fall from my lips as my breasts become overly sensitized.
Then nothing is touching me, and I so desperately want to sit up, open my eyes and search for Eryon, but I remain motionless and count my breaths, now harsh even with my ears below the water.
Not a ripple in the water alerts me, and a startled moan escapes my lips as just a long, hot, wet tongue meets my clit.
Just the tip, featherlight, swirls and flicks over and around my sensitive flesh, then snakes down and circles my entrance until I'm writhing, desperate for more. One large finger thrusts into me, and my breaths turn to pants as he expertly licks me, driving his finger in and out of my core. But it’s still not enough.
“More,” I pant out, wanting to be filled by him, my voice echoing in my head with my ears below the water’s surface.
He laughs, the deep vibrations rolling through me as he pushes another thick finger inside of me. My pussy flutters around him, pulling him deeper. He curls them forward and stars flash behind my closed lids.
Keeping my nose and mouth above the water as my hips thrust against his hand is becoming almost impossible. When another finger probes my ass I know I am going to drown, albeit a very happy woman.
The intense sensation of being filled coupled with his swirling thick tongue has pleasure building inside of me.
The pressure increases as he drags his tongue from my clit to work it inside of me alongside his fingers.
The stretch is exquisite, but between my arousal and his wet tongue, it stays on this side of pleasure, riding the knife’s edge of pain.
Further and further, his tongue pushes into me until the tip massages that spot from earlier inside of me.
He brings his thumb up to strum over my clit, and the combination of the assault has me crashing into a white hot orgasm.
I feel my pussy and ass spasming around his fingers and tongue.
My hips grind down into him, desperate for more.
The water washes over my head, and I let it, abandoning all senses to focus solely on the ones between my legs. Sight, hearing, smell… hell, breathing doesn’t matter when there is an explosion of emotion in my center.
It coalesces into one single point of nuclear heat and then explodes out like a supernova, igniting everything in its wake. My lungs are bursting, stars dance in my vision, and I don’t want to come up for air because this is the best damn orgasm, the best anything, I’ve ever had in my life.
My limbs are getting heavy, and at any second I am going to drown. To surrender. But this will have been worth it. I drift in relaxed bliss and open my eyes, noting from somewhere far away how the stars ripple and shimmer from below the water’s surface.
Eryon yanks me up out of the water just as I inhale, saving me from choking. Sweet air fills my lungs and, with it, frantic need. I want him. Now. I launch myself at him, surprising both of us, but he still catches me. He always catches me.
“Eryon, I need you,” I pant out between frantic kisses.
He flips us so that he is sitting on the rock, the water lapping at his legs. He reaches to the plants at the shoreline and snags a leaf similar to an aloe plant, crushing it in his hand where it releases a gel-like substance. He strokes himself with it, covering his cock until it glistens.
Grabbing my hips, he brings me to straddle him, notching his head at my entrance. I ease down, hissing at the sting but pleasantly surprised as it fades. He reaches down to where we meet and slathers more of the gel over me.
“For the pain,” he murmurs into my neck.
I slide myself down, working him into me by fractions. He stares into my face with a look of wonder, alternating with watching where he disappears into me.
“Look at you. I knew you could take me, Sruhnar. You are perfect. Divine. You were made for me,” he says.
Arousal pools at his words, helping smooth the way to work more of him into my body. Between my own dripping pussy and whatever fantastic lubricating plant he used, he is slowly but steadily slipping into me.
Sweat blooms on my face, and I bite my lip at the tremendous effort it takes to fit his monster cock into me.
He slathers more of the gel around his shaft and caresses my skin at our intersection.
Bracing myself with my hands on his chest, I raise and lower my hips, each time I drop down, slowly advancing him inside of me.
“Open for me, my winter star. Take all of me,” he growls. He wraps his hands around my hips, helping to support my weight but never pushing me faster, allowing me the time I need to adjust.
The stretch no longer stings, but instead fills me in a deeply satisfying way.
I feel myself expanding to take him, proud of every inch I can get inside.
I shift side to side, backwards and forwards, every pulsating vein, every ridge and contour sliding against my inner walls as he steadily advances.
I feel a surge of heat as his precum floods my core, and although I have taken as much of him as I can, I’m still inches away from being flush with his body. I can’t help the sounds that fall from my lips, the cries and moans at the fullness.
He starts to thrust his hips up, small movements coupled with monitoring my expressions, but I only moan in pleasure as he continues to squeeze himself inside me, even past the point I thought I could take him. But he continues to disappear into me.
My thighs tremble, and he takes my weight completely with his grip, holding me steady as he slides his cock in and out. I let my head fall back between my shoulders, hands fisted in the hair of his chest.
When he takes my breast in his mouth, I snap my head back up to watch as he sucks almost the entire thing into his large mouth. He releases it with a pop only to repeat the process on the other side. The incredible sensation of suction and heat and grazing sharp teeth has me clenching around him.
“You are going to milk me with your tight heat,” he groans, as he struggles to continue thrusting in and out of me with the increased tightness.
My head falls back again on a moan at his words, but he fists his hand in my hair and brings my ear to his lips. I gasp, spurring him to continue the onslaught of his gravelly voice into my ear.
“Is that what you want? To be stuffed full of my cock and then filled with my release? You want me to breed you? Fill you with my seed and keep you here with me? Take you everyday so deep and so hard, all you can think about is how this sweet, tight heat aches for me?”
At my moans and writhing he continues, voice even deeper, “Or do you want to be marked by me again? Have me pull out and spill my seed all over your face and breasts? Rub it into your skin and claim you as mine?”
He reaches back to caress my ass again and continues, “Do you want me to claim all of you?”
I cry out, imagining what it would be like for him to take me where no one else has been. The stretch would be intense, but perhaps with the lubricating plant he could. I’d try anything with him. Everything.
“Eryon,” I whimper, as his hips move faster while he holds me suspended above him, my belly bulging out with each thrust. “Yes. Fill me up. I need it. I want it.”
He hauls me up to the edge of the pool, flipping us so I'm on my back with my legs wrapped around his hips. He grips my shoulders with his large hands, anchoring me, and begins thrusting, slamming his body into mine with long, brutal strokes.
I thought I had taken all of him into my body. I had been wrong. Very, very wrong.
He alternates his gaze from intensely staring into my eyes to looking down to where he disappears inside my body. He towers over me, blocking the night sky from my sight, but it doesn’t matter, the only thing I want to see is him. I had been wrong earlier, this is the best show I’ve ever seen.
He pulls out to the tip and then slams back home. The heat, the velvet, the large pulsating veins slide against my inner walls over and over again. Nonstop cries fall from my lips as my heels dig into the soft fur along his flanks.
“Sruhnar, I can’t hold out against your tight heat. Let me feel you. Now,” he grinds out.
I can’t help but respond to his command, my pussy rippling around him, milking his cock and pulling his seed deep inside of me just as he said. He roars his release and the thick ropes of heat painting my insides have pleasure rolling through me in waves as I clutch onto him, lost in the storm.
The long hard planes of his body, the slight velvet texture of his skin, the clear devotion in his eyes are the only thing anchoring me to the earth. Because…
I just mated with a Yeti, and it was fucking incredible.