Page 333 of Bride of Choice

Claws pricked my throat as that thickness stretching my sheath pulled free.

Something long and even thicker slapped wetly to the underside of my thigh. As I squirmed in place, it slid, hot and wet, like a tongue eager to taste, along the inside of my thigh, gliding upwards.

Fire licked at me in its wake. I was shaking so badly I could barely hold still as it rasped along my labia.

With a soft grunt, his hips shifted and his prehensile friend rubbed along my folds, brushed my clit.

My hands found purchase, one clasping the hand at my throat to dig in as I scrambled to get a gander at what he was packing, what the hell that thing was doing to me as I writhed and moaned, and my other hand dug into the fingers of the hand digging into my thigh, forcing it open to him so he could play.

“Ah- God- Fuck me already!” I cried out, giving up trying to hold still to buck and growl, like the half feral shebeast I felt like.

With a guttural snarl, his grip grew bruising, the fangs digging into my flesh pulled free to then slam into my shoulder and bury so deep I screamed, and that tongue-like prehensile appendage torture teasing me to death pulled back to slide right up to my honey hole, press into my channel, and ram home.

Tearing his fangs free, he roared as the thickness threatening to tear me in two, swollen to the point my pussy lips were straining to contain it, drove even deeper and then began to undulate.

My climax didn’t wash over me, it tore through me. It was too much. I couldn’t take it. I grew dizzy with the rush of it as I was swept away in the torrent. Lost in a sea of orgasmic euphoria, I jerked and cried out but he held me perfectly still. It kept coming and coming. It wouldn’t stop— a never ending barrage of pleasure assailed me.

His click-purr was going full force as he gave it all up to me. Warm wetness began to seep from the seal his cock had formed, there was just that much. It was starting to form a pool beneath us as he undulated deep inside of me and my channel milked him. With a soft growl, he dipped his head and began to lap at the bite marks he’d left behind.

When he’d satisfied himself cleaning that wound, he moved onto the rest lower on my back.

The first swipe of his long, thick tongue rasping across the bite the Krampus had left and I cried out and thrashed.

A sharp hiss left him as my sheath squeezed him even tighter than before and I came anew. It felt so fucking good I forgot how to breathe.

Again, I mentally begged. Yet at the same time, the sane part of me was bellowing, Enough! I can’t take any more!

He did it again, and I cried out harder, louder, and his hiss this time bordered on a pained groan, but he did it again, all the same.

And again. And again.

By the time he’d satisfied his need to make my lady parts attempt to crush his manhood to death, I’d screamed my throat raw, left mewling and panting unintelligibly as he brought me to the brink again and again and I was left no other choice but to take it.

When he’d finally had enough, he slumped against me and his arms fell lax.

Our bodies, still joined intimately, continued to twitch and throb and give it their all as we laid there, spent, replete, drained the fuck dry.

Half rolled atop me, his big body was squashing mine into the cave floor, and of course right into the wet spot.

A groan left me as the position squished my tits. My still aching tits.

By some acrobatic feat of what the fuck, he lifted up angled my leg over his, somehow managing to still keep us joined, so that he was now facing me, atop me as he rolled me to my back.

With a groan, he bent his back, dropped down atop me, dipped his head, and cupped one of my breasts to bring it to his mouth.

All the while, I sat there stunned, speechless, trying to figure out the mechanics of it all— was his peen upside down now? It certainly hadn’t done any rolling along with him, crammed deep inside — and the additional bend in his back allowing his large frame to practically fold in half— how the hell was that even possible?!

I had to remind myself he wasn’t exactly a human or creature of Earth and couldn’t be held to those standards.

A clicking purr rattled his chest as one of his thumbs brushed across my nipple. His warm breath blew across the tip, before closing around it.

It felt so good I couldn’t hold still. He had to pin me down to keep me from mauling him.

With a growl that segued into a moan, his hips began to move as he took long, drugging pulls at my breast.

The relief wasn’t instant but the slowly-releasing pressure as he took turns suckling these puppies, full to bursting, and the climax he swiftly dragged out of me, had me slumping back down to the cave floor knowing I was in good hands.

My hands fell to his head, careful of his horns, and I found myself absently petting him.

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