Page 103 of Somber Prince

“But it’s not the same.”

“I see no difference.”

He opened his mouth to reply, but I dragged my tongue along one of his feelers. The scent of him was stronger here—warm and sweet, like honeysuckle. The feeler glowed faintly. The bright light it’d emitted earlier had dimmed with Rha’s last orgasm. The slick appendage trembled at my touch, then slinked into my mouth before I managed to close it. It didn’t stop, reaching all the way into my throat.

I gagged, pushing the intruder out with my tongue, then jerked my head back.

“Are you alright?” Rha asked with concern.

I coughed, clearing the tickling sensation out of my throat. “Such a squirmy little bugger.”

Rha raked his fingers through my hair. “Just let it be, sweetheart, while I can still control it to some degree.”

I shook my head stubbornly. “I can’t let it win.”

He gave me an incredulous look. “Are you earnestly having a competition with my mating cluster?”

“We’re not competing. We’re wrestling.” I grabbed a handful of his feelers in my hand, then straddled his thighs as if getting ready for a rodeo. “Though I have to admit, I’ve never wrestled with a dick before.”

He produced a strangled sound, something between a laugh and a moan. Using both hands, I tried to collect all his feelers, which wasn’t easy. They squirmed in my hands, wiggling out of my grip. When I finally gathered them all into a bunch, their ends flared out, spreading in every which direction.

My struggle produced a result, however. By now, Rha’s groin burst with the brightest golden shimmer, and my poor prince moaned and writhed under me in desperate need.

“I need to use you again, Dawn,” he groaned. “And I can only hope you’ll forgive me for what it may do to your body and soul.”

I didn’t mind being “used.” But I also kind of wished to finish what I’d started with my attempt at a blowjob.

“Let me use you first, my prince,” I panted, blowing a loose strand of hair away from my face.

Opening my mouth, I touched one of the feelers with my bottom lip. The moment it sensed an opening, its wiggling gained direction. It slipped into my mouth, and the rest of them followed.

I flexed my hands, holding the cluster firmly. Gathered together like that, it was as thick as my forearm, and just as long if the feelers held straight.

Oral would not have been a viable option at the beginning of Rha’s mating fever when he thrust into me without control. The feelers would have probably choked me to death before he could’ve stopped himself. The threat was still real, and I proceeded carefully.

The feelers snapped together, forming a tight, thick rope aimed at getting inside me by any means necessary. I took their tapered tips between my lips. Rha growled and jerked his hips up in a thrust. But sitting on top of him, I controlled how deeply I took him.

Holding the whole cluster at the base, I slid my mouth up and down its length, taking it as deep as it felt comfortable, which wasn’t very deep at all. I couldn’t move far past the tapered tips. I played with my tongue between the feelers and sucked on their tips. They jerked and undulated, but I held tightly, not letting any escape.

Rha groaned, bucking his hips against my mouth. The feelers trembled against my tongue, then burst with flavors of honey and summer flowers. I jerked my head back instinctively. But Rha tasted so good—fragrant and with the mild sweetness of a dessert.

He came in spurts bursting from all feelers at once, and I couldn’t swallow fast enough. It dripped from my mouth, running down my chin like flavored syrup. I wiped my lips, then examined my hand in the pale light under the bed canopy.

Golden flecks were suspended in the clear, fragrant gel of his seed.

“For fuck’s sake.” I laughed, licking my hand. “Did you have to be this perfect in and out? I mean, whose sperm looks this pretty and tastes so good?”

He rose on his elbows, watching me. A sheen of sweat plastered a few strands of his hair to his forehead.

I climbed up his body.

“You are by far the yummiest man I’ve ever tasted.”

“Let me try.” He drew me in for a kiss. “It’s sweet.” He licked his lips after kissing me thoroughly.

“Mhm.” I nodded.

“You like sweet.”

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