Page 59 of Bossed By The Boggart

Using my claws once more, I cut through the soft fabric of her undergarments, casting them aside with a flick of my hand.

“Bend over,” I rasp, and Wyn obliges, leaning down to touch her toes.

With a hungry snarl, I bury my face between the backside of her thighs.

I scrape my tongue along the hard length of her clit all the way to the puckered hole of her ass.

Wyn’s knees knock together, and I wrap my tail around her frame to stabilize her.

“Easy,” I whisper. “We’re just getting started.”

She tries to wiggle out of my hold, but I keep her pinned in place as I lick her over and over.

When I’m done, my sawolkeh’s nearly sobbing with need.

“Deoring, has anyone ever fucked your ass?”

“No, but I’ve done it with my toys.”

The head of my tarse aches as pre-cum dribbles out at the image her words create.

“Fuck, I bet you’re stunning riding out your pleasure on a toy, but if you’re not ready for me, we can wait.”

“Bash, it feels like I’ve waited my whole life for someone like you—please don’t hold back on me now.”

Her words humble me. “I promise to make it feel good.”

Wyn snorts. “It already does. I might pass out from pleasure overload.”

I preen under her praise. “Don’t worry. I’ll revive you.”

With this, I twist my mate until she’s positioned on all fours on the couch, her face kissing the fabric and her perfect ass in the air.

Carefully, I rub my tarse on the tender spot between the underside of her clit and the indent of her ass.

“Uhhhhhhh!” she cries, and I shudder at the feel of her skin against the tip of me.

I pull back to line myself against her hole while extending a shadow to continue stroking her perineum.

Wyn stills when the head of my tarse pushes past her tight ring, but I don’t surge forward.

Instead, I wait there until she relaxes. Only then do I proceed.

The entire time, I taste her emotions, keeping an eye out for any sign of distress.

Only once the tip of my tarse sinks in, and she sighs in contentment, do I attempt to feed her more of my length.

Boggart tarses are unique in that the heads are shaped like our tails with a hook.

This hook doesn’t catch and snag like one would think, but rather, is intended to rub vigorously against the inside of our sawolkeh.

Even though Wyn is human, it shouldn’t be any different for her, but I still want to progress with caution.

Hurting her is not an option—ever.

“Everything still ok?” I ask.

“Better than ok.”

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