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Iwantedherto be mymate.

I bucked us both up long enough for me to reach down and unchain my throbbing cock, possessed by a current level of insanity I couldn’t conceptualize, much less understand.

But me moving startled her to speaking. “Oh, Ace,” she said quietly, as her breathing began to speed up and she started to rock, once she was back in place. “Ace—I need that—don’t take it away?—”

I couldn’t tell herI would neverseeing as she was riding on my face, but I hoped she understood it. If I had my way, I wouldbe by her side until the end of time—be that tomorrow, or eighty years from now, swinging on a porch.

“Ace,” she moaned again, and her hips started to flutter. I felt her pussy squeeze, winding up, and her juices were covering my fur now. “Ace—Ace, I’m gonna—I’m gonna—” she warned, and then she cried out at the same time as she shoved her hips down.

She came hard, and her pussy taking my tongue, wrapping it tight, again and again, was the hottest thing that’d ever happened to me. Her hips twitched and fluttered with aftershocks, and I was deeply, deeply pleased.

I wanted to leave my matequaking.

And then she sagged on top of me, curling over and brushing the top of my head with her gorgeous breasts.

“Ace,” she whispered, one more time, and I carefully pulled her off of me, bringing her carefully over to my side. I tasted like her, and if I had my druthers my fur would smell like her for days. My cock had pushed my kilt aside, and was now bobbing above my stomach, its tip changing altitude with each of my breaths, like a plant searching for the sun.

I took her cheek with my hand and brought it toward me. “Did I make you feel good?” I asked her. I already knew, I just wanted to hear it.

She lightly laughed and trailed lazy hands across her body. “Obviously.”

CHAPTER TEN

Satin gave a satisfied hum, and I was so shamelessly enamored with her now, I would’ve been okay just lying there forever.

“You know, I’ve never been with a monster before,” she offered up. “Of any kind.”

I tilted my head as best I could without ruining her pillows. “You know what they say.”

“No—what’s that?”

“Uh…monsters are a roar—and never a bore.”

She laughed, and then she pushed me. “No one says that.”

I laughed back. “You’re right. I just didn’t expect you to call me out. I panicked.”

She giggled again, and I knew it was genuine, this softer, less polished side of her. “Well—if we’re going to die tomorrow, Ace—I have to say, you gave me a hell of a big O.”

“That makes sense. Everything on a satyr is big.”

“Yeah?” she asked, making the word long enough to turn it into a tease.

“Uhhhh…yeahhhh…” I said, suddenly more concerned than horny.

I’d gotten into more than one situation where girls had taken one look at my junk and decided to opt out of the experience entirely.

Just because Satin hadn’t seen what I was packing yet, didn’t mean she’d be entirely on board.

Her hand, which’d been on my rib cage, began to sneak over, but I caught her wrist in time. “I know it sounds like I’m bragging, Satin…but really, I’m not.”

She rose up on one elbow. “You know, I have groped some very authentic feeling pieces of classical art.”

“Yeah, well, there’s that, and then there’s reality.”

She made a face and hovered over mine. “I’m an international spy. I think I can handle a big dick.”

It was now or never. I pulled her hand forward to my cock’s base, where she tried to circle it and failed.

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