Page 30 of His Human to Charm

“Fuck,” I moan as my hands reach out and grab his horns. His eyes flick up to meet mine, a crinkle forming in the corners when he sees me watching him, focused only on him.

He raises his brows in a little wiggle and moves his tongue over my clit before flicking the tip of his forked tongue over it much quicker than the long licks he was using before. I squeal, much like when he tugged the tunic off of me, the pleasure mounting so quickly I’m not prepared for it. Toron misunderstands why I’m making that sound and changes the way he’s licking me back to how he was before.

“No!” I jerk his horns, trying to get his attention. He narrows his eyes at me, flicking his tongue back over my clit like he just was. “Yes!”

I lock my ankles behind his head and pull him tighter to me. Toron makes a sound of approval as he returns his attention to moving his tongue the exact same way until I’m close to the edge of desire, the orgasm coming up on me so strong that I’m not sure if I’m prepared for it.

It’s my first orgasm at someone else’s hands or tongue. Sure, I had boyfriends, but they did not have forked tongues that they had such amazing control over. Not to mention, I never felt comfortable enough to lie there spread for them when I was so worried about whether or not I shaved recently enough, if I smelled, or if they would think I tasted odd. I don’t worry about any of that with Toron. I can’t shave anymore, he can barely smell anything, and as for taste, well, he seems to be enjoying himself. Maybe it’s a mate thing. I think he tastes pretty great, considering I’ve eaten his come way more than I thought I would.

Toron growls, the vibrations pulling my attention back to him. My eyes fly open, trying to see what’s upset him. It isn’t until he hums in approval again that I realize he wants me to stop thinking so much.

My hands shake against his horns as I try to get his attention. Needing to let him know that I need him to growl again because it vibrates his tongue in the most amazing way. When his eyes lock onto mine, he doesn’t even stop the tongue movements. He just gives me a questioning look.

“Growl again.” I grab his horns, holding him tight to me.

Toron doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t question. He growls so loud I can feel it in my bones, his tongue vibrating as he flicks over my clit. It’s exactly what I need to see their goddess herself.

I all but scream his name as I come. My knuckles are white as I grip his horns and grind against his tongue. I don’t care about the sounds I’m making or how they might disturb the others. I’ve heard them all moaning and growling and hissing into the late hours. They can deal with me finding pleasure with my mate right now. As the waves of pleasure begin to recede, I tap Toron’s head, hoping to get him off of me since I’m so sensitive right now.

“Again,” Toron says through a snarl. It’s the only word he says before flicking his tongue back over my swollen clit and growling just as loud as before. When I wiggle around in his grasp, the sensitivity of my clit feeling like it’s too much, he finally relents and looks up at me again. “You are sensitive?”

“Yes,” The word is breathy as I fight to fill my lungs still as I recover from the first orgasm.

Toron’s tongue flicks at his lips, his eyes scanning over my body like he’s trying to decide something. “Does it hurt?”

“No, it’s just a lot right now.”

“Then you can handle it.”

He’s back to flicking at my clit before I can process his words. My back arches as another growl vibrates through his body into mine. I’m whimpering and wriggling in his hold, but it only takes a few more moments until the intensity subsides and is replaced with more pleasure. My breathing is short and choppy. I’m not used to being brought back to the edge of pleasure so quickly. Toron’s growl lasts so long that I’m surprised he isn’t dying of lack of oxygen, even though I’m the one trying hard to breathe as pleasure consumes me.

I’m about to tug on his horns to make sure he’s okay when I feel pleasure ripple all through my body. My muscles tense and relax as I call out Toron’s name. His hands move from my thighs to the mattress, his claws sinking deep into the bedding, slicing into it as he grips it tighter. When he finally pulls away from licking me, his eyes are burning, his face tense, and his muscles flexed.

“This has not made it easier,” Toron hisses as he moves to stand. I scramble back on the mattress, not getting very far before Toron wraps a hand around my ankle and pulls me back toward him. “Stay where I have you.”

Toron’s lips pull back in a snarl. One of his hands moves next to my head, claws sinking into the mattress and shredding it even more. My eyes slide over to the fluff starting to poke out. I shouldn’t be thinking it’s kind of hot that he’s barely holding onto himself right now, but it is. How could it not be when he’s shredding the bedding because he’s so turned on by going down on me?

He hisses again, shaking his head and then using his other hand to push my legs apart. He uses the back of his hand, showing me he’s still in control not to hurt me. Not that I think he’d ever hurt me, even if he were completely gone.

“I was told using my fingers would help prepare you to take my cock, but I do not think I can do that right now,” Toron snarls at his hands like he can force the claws back into his hands if he’s aggressive enough with them.

“Please don’t,” I manage to say without laughing. At least he knows not to try to stick those claws inside me.

Toron narrows his eyes on me, watching as I try and fail to suppress the smile pulling at my lips. He huffs before pushing away from me and pacing the length of the bed. He throws his hands up, one of them moving to his horns and rubbing softly, the other rubbing the back of his neck as the claws wrap around, barely not cutting him. I shift on the bed just enough to watch him better, but it has him back on top of me in an instant, like whatever he was just trying to figure out no longer matters.

“I said to be still,” Toron growls, his forehead resting against mine. His breath blows against my face in rapid breaths as his chest heaves. “I am barely holding on, and I do not want to hurt you.”

I whimper, my hips tilting up toward him, grinding against the scales of his abdomen. I need him, all of him. If he thinks he’ll hurt me, then he doesn’t even know who he is. He’s been going slightly insane the entire time we’ve been without one another, and even now, when he’s almost completely lost, he thinks of only keeping me safe, of bringing me pleasure. No, he won’t hurt me. I don’t think he even knows how. As though coming to the same conclusion, he nods his head and stands back up.

“Grab the pillows,” Toron snaps at me when he stands back to his full height.

I hand each of them to him, and he makes a nice stack behind me that I can lean against. Toron grabs my ankles and lifts my legs into the air. I let out a squeal, not expecting this kind of stretching when I agreed to have sex with him. He looks down at me, his gaze assessing me to determine if he needs to adjust what he’s doing. I’m trying not to laugh, so I’m no help at all.

His hands slide down my legs, making sure not to knick me with his claws as he grabs handfuls of my thighs and presses them back toward my torso. It’s not as demanding of a position since he’s not folding me in half but in more of a ball now. He pushes against my thighs a bit more, fully exposing me to him. He lets his gaze fall down to where I’m bare, and he smiles to himself. He leans down, one arm bracing both of my legs down as his free hand positions his cock against me. He thrusts against me, coating himself in my arousal.

“You will watch me.” Toron’s eyes snap to mine, making sure I’m already watching him. I nod, wanting to hear his approval of my doing as he asks. He shakes his head, his eyes red and almost glowing. “Not my face, mate.” My face flushes in warmth as I realize what he wants me to watch and why he has me curled in on myself to fuck me. “I am the first male here, yes?”

I nod, the pink in my cheeks burning even more. I can feel my pussy fluttering, begging him to sink inside of me. I know what it feels like to be stretched out on a toy, but I’ve never felt someone really sliding into me. I need to know what that’s like, and I need it to be Toron who does it to me.

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