Page 72 of Oath of Rebellion

She gasped, "Please."

He kissed over her jaw back to her neck, making her whimper.

"I like the sound of that. You beg so prettily."

Her heart raced in anticipation, then he latched onto her jugular, making her go limp in his arms. She didn't know that a mouth could feel this good on her neck. He sucked, not breaking the skin but still the sensation made her grip in his hair tighten.

"You'll be my cum princess, yes?" he whispered, moving his mouth down her neck and sucking again.

She squirmed in his arms, the need building as she nodded and whimpered. "Yes, gods, yes."

He swiftly set her on her feet and spun her around. "Put your hands on the tree," he commanded, his barbed tail sinking into the bark above her head with a thump. He was so excited, he didn't want to risk hurting her.

She gasped and did so, pressing back as if seeking his touch. He yanked on her shirt, pulling it up out of her pants. Then he pulled her pants down to her knees.

His hands slid up the outside of her thighs, and she groaned, her head falling forward. She spread her legs as wide as she could with the pants still on.

"I'm going to fuck you now. It's going to be hard and fast because night is falling, but one of these days, I'm going to get you in a bed and fuck you for days. Do you hear me, princess?"

She nodded, licking her lips, her spine tingling and goosebumps slithering over her skin. His hands slid around to the front, one skimming along her torso and one diving to cup her mound. He touched her, and she jerked in his arms.

He slid his finger down her clit to her pussy, and his head rested between her shoulder blades. "Gods, you're so wet."

His hand on her torso slid away, but she didn't care. She was too focused on the smooth sliding of his finger in and out, each time coming up to circle her clit before diving back in. He set up a steady rhythm, then she felt a probing behind her.

She pushed back, arching her back and throbbing for more. His finger settled on her clit as she felt the wide head of his dick push slowly inside. Inch by inch, his erection filled her, stripping away everything but her need for more.

He pressed her into the tree, seating himself into the heated core of her body. Then he stepped back, and she slid down the tree until she was almost bent at the waist. His hand settled on her hip even as his fingers played her clit like a lute.

Vines came up to give her a hand hold, cradling her upper body. They wrapped around her ankles and calves, forming a sort of bench for each knees to rest on. Flowers bloomed, cushioning her body and flooding her senses. Her feet left the ground, and she was held in position by vines and his hand on her hip.

He plunged back into her wet heat, the scalding hotness of him searing into her like a brand. She gasped, throwing her head back as her eyes widened.

Light and shadows surrounded them, blinding her to anything but the tree in front of her and his tail buried in the bark. A green ooze dripped down the tree, and the strangeness of it all made her want even more.

"Knox," she moaned.

He was impossibly huge, and it hurt so good when he wiggled his hips as if feeling around inside her. Her pussy tightened around his shaft, and he groaned. "Eirwyn, I–I'm not going to last very long. I–"

She shook her head. "Please, Knox, just move."

His hand on her hip tightened, and she felt his nails sting as they bit into her skin. "Gladly," he groaned, setting up a slow but deep rhythm as old as time.

She was stretched, filled by his manhood as she squeezed down on him. Deep, steady strokes shook her. Every inch brought her closer and closer to the edge, making her tighten.

She couldn't believe how wide he was. It was like she'd never been with anyone else before. He put them all to shame.

She gasped, lost in the wild, wet, hunger that grew inside her. Her desire grew with each hard thrust that sent her reeling. Then he seemed to stop savoring every moment. The rhythm changed, the plant like bench changed angles, and he hit deeper.

She screamed, dancing along the edge of orgasm. Pleasure racked her body as he pistoned harder, and she tried to hold off her orgasm. His shaft slicked in and out, the sounds melding with the forest noises around them.

He hammered into her, a hot rush of pure need racing up her spine. The fast fury of his deep thrusts filled her, and white spots began to form behind her closed eyelids. Her body raced along the edge, the fire burning brighter until it flashed like lightning in the sky.

Mindless ecstasy gripped her as a wild orgasm sent her voice screaming into the night. A rainbow of color burst around them, sparks of light shattering the air.

Her mind splintered, shrinking into primitive passion. Pleasure short-circuited her brain, shocked her body, and made her bones go liquid.

He grunted, his hand on her hip tight as his finger flicked her clit furiously. Then he stilled as he thrust and moaned. She felt him tense as he came with a hot and violent release, savage like him. His body jerked with every spasm as she milked him. The hot spray of his seed was like lightning inside her as he exploded, coating her core.

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