Page 39 of A Mate for Haax

His gaze upon me is devilish, and warmth blooms in my core under it. He strokes my body with his large hands, and his fingers slip between my legs and through my already drenched folds. “What a good little human you are, wet and ready for your mate.”

My pussy sucks him in greedily when he shoves those two thick fingers inside of me and starts to scissor them. “Mmmhmmm…. yessss….” I groan and moan. I’m glad we’re in the back part of the cave where I can pretend that no one else can hear me. But I also know that the other couple more than likely can anyhow. I wonder if my noises spur them on. Does hearing someone else mate throw you overboard with an unimaginable amount of desire?

Because it is certainly working for me. He heightens my arousal with each minute he finger fucks me. I’m soaked. I can feel wetness on my thighs.

“Are you ready to prepare yourself for me?” He asks, pulling his fingers from my pussy and waving the dildo in front of me. The bottle clicks as he opens the lid and pours an enormous blob of liquid onto the dildo. It glistens in the light of the cave. “I need you to take this the whole way to the base. I know you can do it, my mate. And while you fuck yourself, I want you sucking me off down to the root. Prepare me for that pussy.”

Leaning in, he gives me one last long, lingering lick before folding his lips around my clit and sucking on it like a deep type of sensual kiss.

No man has ever been this passionate about going down on me. I was hooked, line and fucking sinker and then some. “Pretty little pussy.” He whispers, briefly moving his lips away from me. The tone is so reverent like he’s having a personal moment with my vagina.

I’m on the verge of going limp, either that or taking a seat on his face and riding him like it’s my last day on Grekaria. I would say the last day on Earth, but I think that day passed by a while ago.

His tongue swipes out to lick his lips as he removes my leg from his shoulder and rises from the floor before me. He doesn’t give my whimpers of desire any attention, and it makes me want it more. Want him more.

He shuffles me briefly to quickly place a blanket on the ground before gently placing the dildo on top of it and covering it with more lube. With his hands, he helps me to lower myself. The end is blunt and unforgiving. It nudges rudely at my opening and is a juxtaposition of the way his tongue slipped in so easily.

He drops to his knees again, which brings my face level with the thick throbbing lengths in front of me. They twitch and pump fuller with each second. His thighs radiate heat, and I can feel it this close to my skin. His muscles move and flex with each slight movement. I want to bury myself in those thighs and maybe, okay, definitely, bite them.

I sit back slightly, notching the head of the dildo inside myself. My tongue flicks out to lick my all of a sudden dry lips.

He crawls forward on his knees. “Open.” The command comes, and my mouth follows directions like a soldier. The smell of him at his crotch is rich and musky, like leather that’d been sitting in a barn for a while, with just a touch of sweet mint lingering in the area.

“I need you to ride that cock like you mean it, mate. Ride it, and then take me into that pretty little throat I’ve grown to love fucking.”

I open my mouth and lean in to rub my tongue over the broad, ruddy head of his top cock, while my hand finds the bottom one. I can’t leave the second one out, now can I?

Salt bitters my tongue as I swipe over the glistening hole, followed quickly by the dark flavor of spiced nuts. It pools on my tongue, and I hum, drawing a moan from his lips.

“Look how well you take my cock, mate. Your mouth is heaven.” His eyes roll back in his head. A few inches into my mouth, and his cock is already hitting the back of my throat. My gag reflex is exceptional. I don’t even have to blink and know that while I may not be able to stuff this whole cock into my throat, I can manage to get damn well enough of it to deep throat.

Taking so much time and focusing on his cock, I forget that I also need to be preparing myself with the dildo below me. The head is in, and I’ve slid about an inch down the length thanks to my wetness and the lube making miracles.

“Your body needs to take that cock, mate. Your body will need to accept me fully. Both cocks in that tight little pussy, and I do not wish to hurt you. So work that pretty little cunt down the dildo.”

I try to bounce myself on the cock, even though the progress is slow. He has not told me that I cannot use my hands, so one slides down the front of my body and finds my clit. The lips of my pussy are already widely stretched around the dildo. My skin is tight. The tiny bud is sticking out, waiting to be pleasured, and just a slight brush of my fingers gives me a rush that has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

Pulling off his cock, I lick and pay special attention to the veiny underside.

Goosebumps break out over my skin the more I play with my clit. I put my mouth back to the head of his cock and suckle slightly. His hands run through my hair, and he holds the back of my head lightly, directing my mouth on and off his cock in a steady motion. He cants his hips forward and starts steadily increasing his thrusts.

I’ve worked myself down another inch on the toy, and I’m stretched to the max. There’s almost a tingle of pain, but it's blinded by mostly pleasure.

My path down the toy eases a little bit as more wetness pools between my legs. I bounce up and down, fucking myself slowly; preparing myself as Haax likes to call it.

“I cannot wait to see this greedy pussy gripping my cocks. Goddess, it will be the sexiest thing my eyes have ever laid themselves upon.” His voice resonates around the room and grows deeper. Our voices marry and bounce as one against the walls.

Haax pulls back slightly, and I chase him, rising on the toy below me. I wince a little as it comes out. My mouth goes on a scavenger hunt of the room for his cock as my lips enjoy the soft feel of his thick rod. A vibration catches me off guard, and I remember that his cocks do have that ability. It’s odd, I won’t deny it, but it's also hella hot when it’s inside me doing its little vibrate dance.

I sink back onto the dildo, down past the stretch I’d already decided to embrace. His cock slips from my mouth and precum decorates my cheeks.

He reaches out and places his hands gently on my shoulders before pushing me down. I cry out, eyes widening, hips rocking as I move onto the next part of the dildo.

“Look at yourself, mate.” He demands of me, but when I try to lean over and take a look at the length below me, I almost fall. “You look magnificent. The way the cock stretches your pussy lips. They’re puffy and needy.” My body is stretched taut. I’m not going anywhere, but a little more pressure from Haax on my shoulders has me reaching the base, finally.

I feel as though I’m on a stake, ready to be sacrificed to the cock for the good of my pussy.

“I knew you could take it, my mate. You are so damn sexy.” He holds a hand out to my cheek and rubs it. “You are a magnificent creature, and I am so incredibly honored to call you my mate.” His cock goes into my mouth and hits the back of my throat. Saliva dribbles out around his cock and down my chin. My path on the dildo is becoming easier with each second.

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