Page 21 of My Blood Is Yours

My eyes dip to the bed pallet at my feet. “Spread this sheet out so you can lie down, and then I want you to play with that pretty little pussy until you cum.”

ELOWEN

Despite the fact this won’t be the first time Sariel and I will be intimate, my heart pounds a nervous beat. The idea of him watching me pleasure myself makes my stomach take flight. It feels so…vulnerable.Though I feel ashamed at the thought, considering the position he’s in.

Still, just the sight of his tall, thickly muscled, completely bared body—the long, thick, veiny, and silken length of him; his prominently flared head weeping with need for my touch—already has me slick between my thighs. Even my mouth salivates with a soul-deep urge to capture the clear, gooey goodness now stretching towards his bed.

My heart flutters as I kneel beneath his feet and tug on the strings of my bodice, allowing my breasts to spill forth. Their peaks pebble in the cool air. Sariel’s gaze hesitates to leave my face before finally giving in to hungrily watch as I swipe the tip of his leaking cock over each of my hardened nipples. The magic within those glowing veins hums beneath my skin.

A soft moan escapes me as my fingers caress in wet circles before pinching and giving them a gentle, teasing tug. My core clenches as Sariel groans, and his hips give another involuntary thrust.“Fuck, Elowen. Yes, just like that.”

The moment is so charged and intense, and my arousal so bright, I know that by the time my fingers seek out my clit, I’ll be coming in mere moments.

“I’m pretending it’s you touching me.”

His words are a growl. “Soon enough, I’ll be sucking and teasing those perfect, fat tits of yours until your honey coats your thighs and you’re begging me to stretch your cunt around my thick cock and knot.”

My core clenches as I give a little whimper of need.

“Oh, god. Sariel, I need that...”My voice turns into a pout.

Another thick stream of pre-cum spills from his tip, creating a pool between us. While I don’t have much to compare him to, it’s still far more than I imagine any human male produces. Even last night, as I’d greedily swallowed every drop, I’d nearly choked on the sheer volume of it as his cock gushed hot cum into the back of my throat for long, pulsing seconds.

The jar Forsythe has provided won’t hold nearly all of it.

My lust for him takes over—damn the consequences to be had on my dress—as I grasp the length giving it a lingering, teasing stroke that has my fingers sliding over his cock with little more than a wet graze. More fluid spills from him as he groans, and his hips give another needy thrust.“Gods damn it, I need to bury my cock inside of you.”

My pussy clenches in agreement, and even as I focus on pleasing him, my mind distantly works to determine how to free him. Though I can’t imagine a scenario that doesn’t end in my death.

Pushing the macabre machinations of my mind, I can’t take any more of this burning need. I don’t even bother to spread the clean sheet over the pallet before I lie down beneath him, hiking my skirts up and sliding my undergarments off until only my stockings and garter belt remain.

With each of my knees bent and pointed towards the bed on either side of my waist, my core is bared to him—and positioned directly beneath the slow, overflowing stream of his arousal. As the first of it reaches me, it seems to magically land directly onto my clit and trickles down to my entrance.

Sariel growls at the sight.“Fucking gods, Elowen. I’ve never seen anyone or anything more beautiful and depraved. I wish you could see how your needy cunt clenches with desperation to be filled by my cock, my knot, and my cum.”

I’m too far gone as my fingers work in a steady circle around and over my drenched clit. Sariel holds my gaze as my hips give panicked little thrusts towards the cum trickling onto me. Something warm and firm presses against my entrance, making me yelp in surprise. I look down between my legs to find Sariel’s long, thick tail now glistening with both of our arousal. It sways side to side as if waving hello before dipping back to my entrance.

Sariel gives me a dark, feline grin. “Lay back, love. Let me give you what you need.”

My breath is stolen as his tail slides over my slick folds, tracing my clit before breaching my entrance. It’s not as thick as his cock, but it does have those glowing, linear veins of magic running down it, and the same buzzing whisper of magic lying within them hums gently through me. It feels like adding tiny, titillating pin pricks of electricity to each cell of my body.

The surprise of the sensation settles as Sariel’s tail thrusts languidly, pushing the steady dribble of his pre-cum inside of me—filling me with immense satisfaction and spurs my arousal. The pressure of his tail increases against a breathtakingly sensitive spot inside me. A garbled sound climbs up my throat as it works harder, faster. My fingers circle my aching, tingling bud, and within seconds, my climax ascends. My mouth drops openas my need escapes me in a breathy, wanton moan.“Oh, fuck, Sariel?—”

There’s a pinching tightness where his tail presses so firmly that it teeters just on the edge of pleasurable pain. My moan turns into a keening cry as my orgasm explodes through me, and fluid gushes from me in spurts as his tail continues to work me.

Embarrassment flames my cheeks even as I continue to cum, all while Sariel continues to hold my gaze with heavy-lidded satisfaction. His chest heaves, and he watches me climax whilst his pre-cum drenches me.

“Such a good fucking girl, aren’t you? My sweet mate. So eager for me to mark you as mine. For me to drink from your veins, and you from mine, as I feed you my cock, my knot, and fill you with my cum.”

With a whimper, I nod, brows knitting together in helplessness my pussy gives pulsing squirts of fluid and my hips thrust greedily against his tail whilst his pre-cum continues to mark me.

“Please.”

By the time my orgasm finally recedes, I am utterly boneless and in shock. I haveneverexperienced anything so intense. I’m also distantly aware my dress is absolutely ruined, but I couldn’t possibly give fewer fucks. In fact, I find a dark satisfaction in it.

I want to be marked as his.

When my core stills, his tail gently slips out of me and gives my folds a soft, stirring caress.“Akashalmighty, your beauty never fails to steal my breath, but the sight of you drenched in my cum is enough to bring me to my knees.”

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