Page 60 of Untethering Dark

“Is that...?”

“For your knees, Liebling.”

Her stomach fluttered at his thoughtfulness and the endearment. “Thank you,” she whispered.

He took her hands in his, smoothing the tops with the pads of his clawed thumbs. Though the gesture was affectionate, there was a wicked, mischievous glint in his lambent, bloodred eyes. “Down you go.”

Using their handhold as support, she knelt on the scarf. Face-to-face with his leaking cock, she learned that the satiny flesh was not furred like the rest of him.

She looked up and found him watching her.

“Are you afraid?” He placed her hands on his haunches, the short, dappled fur soft and smooth to the touch. Then he cupped her chin in one clawed hand. “Lieblich Hexe.”

“Nein.” She gripped his hips and took the engorged flesh into her mouth. Earthy, a little tart to the taste, until her tongue met with a spicy sweetness at his tip. Like ginger and anise.

Was it always like this or had her baking changed his taste? To mark him in such an intimate way...a pleased, possessiveness rolled over her.

As she bobbed her head, he brushed away her hair, holding it back with one hand, then cupped her face with the other. No doubt feeling himself in her mouth every time her cheeks hollowed.

When she slid a hand between his legs and over his balls, he bucked, the motion followed by a jet of cum. But just one.

Interesting.

She rubbed him again and got another.

Each time a new stream skated across her tongue, and soon a chorus of groans arose from above.

“Meine Hexechen,” he murmured. “You make me feel so good.”

Carefully, he traced his fingers across her jaw, silky to the touch and making soothing circular motions, leaving a velvety film on her skin.

The more they rubbed, the more she felt herself relax. Jaw pain eased away. Her gag reflex, inconsequential. Perhaps the secretions had a numbing effect, allowing only pleasure.

Guiding Gudariks’s hips, Astrid encouraged him to thrust into her mouth. He did so slowly, and shallowly, but bit by bit fed himself deep. Although her chin and throat quickly became a drooly mess, she loved it, relishing this newfound ability to take the whole thing at once and without a stitch of discomfort.

Reaching under her coat, Astrid shoved a hand down the front of her pants. She moaned, eyes fluttering closed, movements becoming erratic as her body shook with delicious jolts of self-given pleasure.

This was terribly distracting.

“It’s okay, Liebling. Let me take care of you.”

He went to withdraw, but she grabbed his hip, and kept him in her greedy mouth. She could, and would, do both.

“Very well.” He chuckled, affectionately stroking his knuckles down her cheek.

As she continued giving her aching clit the attention it needed, her tongue rolled languidly against his sensitive underside, teasing and tasting before taking him to the hilt and dragging her lips slowly back along his length. Gudariks inhaleddeeply and tilted back his great antlered head. “You’re so wet, little witch. I can smell it on you. Do you want to feel me there?”

She nodded, cock still stuffed in her mouth.

“Lay down.” His thumb stroked her cheek. “I’m going to earn this.”

No sooner did she release him, he lay in the snow and pulled her on top. “Do you care about these?” He plucked at the fabric of her pants.

“They’re not my favor...” Before Astrid could finish, he spun her around and yanked her hips back toward his face, breath hot between her legs.Oh.

With short, careful flicks of his claw, the seam of her pants split open, exposing swollen, needy flesh to the frigid air.While his hands divided and conquered, each skating under her coat and the layers beneath to cup her breasts and strum her nipples, his tongue rubbed her clit and delved into her wet heat.

She shivered, claimed by both cold and pleasure.

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