Page 102 of Akur

“Gods,” he gasped, his body tensing. Not even that stopped it from happening. He extruded immediately, his cock emerging in a wet slop as his seed sac plopped out beneath it, swollen and heavy.

He’d never experienced anything like this. The feel of her mouth on him, the warmth of her breath, the delicate flick of her tongue against his most vulnerable point—it was exquisite torture, a delicious agony that made him want to both scream and surrender.

“Oh!” Constance didn’t hesitate. She kissed him there, her lips soft and warm against his sensitive skin. He groaned, arching into her touch, his hands tangling in her mane, holding her close as she explored him with her mouth, her tongue tracing the ridge of his slit, the curve of his engorged cock, the heavy weight of his seed sac. Each touch sent shivers of pleasure radiating through him, a fire spreading through his veins, consuming him from the inside out.

He whispered her name, a plea, a prayer, lost in the haze of sensation. She continued her ministrations, her touch growing bolder, more confident, her rhythm increasing, drawing him closer and closer to the edge…until she did what he somehow didn’t expect. She took him into her mouth.

His entire body stiffened, pain forgotten.

“Kons—”

“Mm.” She sucked on him, bobbing her head over his length, obscene sloppy sounds leaving her throat as she sucked and swallowed him.

He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t last much longer. He could feel the seed pods already swelling and rising, the pressure building within him, a delicious torment that made him writhe beneath her touch.

If he’d known this was what a job of blows was, he’d have been more excited about it from the start.

“Kon-stahns…” A deep rumbling growl as she dipped her head and tried to take him in all his entirety. She failed, choked, and kept on it.

The sight, the sensations, it only made him shatter.

The first seed pod rose and burst in her mouth. She pulled off him, breathing hard as her eyes rolled back in her head. Another rose and spilled from him, running over her fists that were clenched around him.

“Kon-stahns…”

She dipped her head again and tasted him, her tongue lapping at the spilled seed, her eyes meeting his just a moment before they rolled back in her head again. The sight of her, her lips glistening with his essence, her cheeks flushed with a combination of desire and…something else…something that looked like wonder…it sent a wave of emotion through him, so intense it made him shatter again.

Qrak. He was going to drown her in it.

Reaching for her, his grip was stronger than it had been since he woke up. He pulled her up, his hands shaking as he cupped her face, his thumb brushing against her swollen lips, glistening with his seed. He knew the look in his eyes was fierce; the look of a male driven to the edge of control.

She gasped as he claimed her mouth, his tongue sweeping in, tasting himself on her. He groaned, the sound feral, hungry. His hands slid down to her hips, gripping her tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. She whimpered into his mouth, her body melting against his as he deepened the contact, consuming her as if he were a starving male and she his first meal in days.

He shifted beneath her, his cock still hard, still spilling seed, and still wanting more. His body forgot about the pain and fatigue as raw instinct took over. He needed her. Needed to claim her, to make her his in every way possible.

His hands moved to her thighs, urging her to straddle him. She complied, her breath hitching as she felt his hard length press against her core. He swallowed her gasp, his tongue never leaving hers, never breaking the contact of their lips.

He rocked his hips upwards, his cock sliding against her, coating itself in her wetness and coating her with his. She moaned, her hands clinging to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. It was a different kind of pain. One that made him growl at the sensation, mixing with his pleasure, driving him closer to the edge.

He broke the contact of their lips, his mouth moving to her jaw, her neck, his teeth grazing against her skin. She shivered, her head falling back, giving him more access. He took advantage, his mouth latching onto the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, sucking hard, marking her.

She cried out, her hips grinding against his, her body begging for more. He could feel her heat, her wetness, her desire. He couldscentit. And it wasintoxicating, driving him mad with need.

His hands moved to her ass, gripping her tightly, guiding her as she moved against him. Moved against his cock as it slid back and forth, the friction exquisite, the sensation overwhelming. He could feel her trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her heart pounding against his chest. She was just as affected as he was. But he was going to give her more.

Her breath hitched as he lifted her, positioning her so that his cock pressed against her entrance. He could feel her tension, her anticipation, her need. He wanted to draw this out, to savor every moment, every touch, every gasp. But his body was impatient, desperate for her, desperate to claim her fully.

“Akur…” His name was a whisper, a plea on her lips. Her eyes met his, wide and full of desire; full of him.

“You are mine, Kon-stahns,” he growled again, his voice low and possessive. “Mine.”

With that, he thrust upward, sheathing himself inside her in one smooth motion. She cried out, her body tensing around him, her inner walls clamping down on his shaft. He groaned, the sensation overwhelming, the pleasure intense.

He stilled for a moment, giving her time to adjust, giving himself time to regain some semblance of control. But she was having none of it. Her hips began moving, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. He matched her rhythm, his hands guiding her, his body meeting hers with each thrust.

Their breaths mingled, their gazes locked, their bodies moving in sync. She really was a part of him, as necessary as the air he breathed, the lifeblood in his veins.

Her moans grew louder, her movements more erratic. He could feel her climax building, her body tightening around him. So he slipped a hand between them, his fingers finding that sensitive nub at the apex of her thighs. He stroked it, his touch feather-light, designed to tease, to torment, to push her over the edge.

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