Page 29 of My Blood Is Yours

Arching against me, her legs wrap around my waist as I suck one turgid nipple into my mouth, gradually releasing it with a pop. Her fingers card through my hair before tightening into a fist, as if she intends to smother me betwixt her breasts. In which case, I would die a happy male.

My cock weeps its neglect onto her dress and spread thighs as she grinds her hips against me. A breathy moan rushes out of her as I continue to lick, suck, and tease her breasts, all whilst growling my appreciation.

“Look at these perfect tits, Elowen… How do you expect me not to devour you?”

Raking my teeth against one of the precious little buds, I tease it with the steady flicking of my tongue before I finally suckle. She whimpers and her writhing grows all the more desperate.

“God, Sariel… Please, I need you inside me.”

“Fuck, me too, love. More than anything.”

Outside of escaping this hell hole.

With a growl, I release her breasts and glare down at the thick clothing shielding the rest of her body from me. If she had anything else to wear, I’d fucking tear it off of her. As if reading my mind, her fingers make quick work of all the many buttons, strings, and ties of her bodice. After too-long moments, all that remains are her undergarments, which I take the liberty of removing myself with the exception of her garter belt and thigh-high stockings that perfectly frame her gorgeous, soft, pink cunt. Like a gilded frame might a painting.

I shall have to commission a great many garter belts and stockings from the seamstress as soon as we return to Atratus.

My hands press her thighs wide, and the action causes the lips and delicate folds of her pussy to part for me, revealing how drenched she already is to receive my cock and, eventually, my knot.

The bond burns inside my chest, demanding that I do so. Elowen gives a little thrust of her hips, accompanied by a plea, urging me to do exactly that. Gingerly, so as not to scrape her with my claws, my thumb sweeps over her clit in a tender caress. The sight of her pussy clenching with need makes my cock jerk and blossom with new seed as she whines.“Please, Sariel. Please.”

My heart swells with the sweetest pain.

“You would accept our bond? Already? Even with all the repercussions I told you?”

Elowen doesn’t hesitate. “Darling, whatever I have to give—my heart, my body, my soul, my blood… It is all yours. There isn’t a thing in this world that could stop me from wanting you.”

ELOWEN

Sariel leans forward, bringing his face close to mine. “And I will spend the rest of our lives earning the gift of you, Elowen. Not merely with words, but in action—I will love and serve you in all ways. Everything that I am, all that I have, belongs to you.”

Tears fill my eyes as he closes the distance between us, his mouth grazing mine before capturing it fully as I hitch my legs around him and his cock slides over my clit. The magic flowing in those glowing veins, adds a further heightened level of intensity to the already overwhelming pleasure.

Our tongues slide and caress. Sariel’s hips draw back to slide forward again over my aching bud, where his pre-cum leaks in copious strings and puddles. We both groan with euphoria, our hunger for one another spiraling as he continues to repeat the motion, over and over again. From all the attention he’d lavished my breasts with, it only takes a few more strokes before the initial tingling of an orgasm sings its promise.

Sariel suddenly pulls away, but before I can bemoan the absence of his cock, he replaces it with his mouth. A cry of surprise escapes me at the sensation of his tongue exploring me from entrance to clit.

Oh, my fuck.

Forcing myself up to rest on my elbows, I look down to find the most beautifully depraved sight—Sariel’s black tongue slicking over my folds before flicking steadily over my aching bud. And just when I think it couldn’t possibly get any better, his lips close over it, and hesucks.

Keening noises I’ve never made before escape me as I fist his hair in one hand to hold him to me. The sucking of his mouth works in a pulsing rhythm all while his tongue continues to flick against me in perfect tandem. The action sends my toes curling, muscles tightening, and my pussy clenching. And once again, he proves me wrong in thinking it couldn’t possibly get any better as his tail makes its return to thrust inside of me. In only a handful of seconds, I’m crying out his name as fluid gushes from my core. As each molecule of my body explodes with divine pleasure, I hear Sariel give his own groaned growl of release and his hands fist my thighs to the point of sweet pain.

With panted breaths, tears leak from my eyes, my mind reels from what just happened. Sariel’s fevered ministrations gradually slow to give me a gentle return to my body. His tongue proceeds to devour every last drop of fluid that hasn’t already drenched my dress and his bed, while his tail continues its shallow strokes inside of me.

When my orgasm fully recedes, Sariel lifts his head from between my thighs, and the stark reality that I have—yet again—made a complete mess of myself and his bed has hot-faced shame creeping up my neck. Even as his tail continues to shallowly thrust in and out of me, gradually coaxing my arousal to life again. He sits back on his heels, devouring me with his gaze as his long, black tongue sweeps across his glistening lips in an utterly depraved way that stokes my arousal even further.

“You’re so fucking beautiful in this ravished, sated state.”

A hum of appreciation rolls through me as I, too, take in the glorious sight of him. The plains of his thickly muscled body are sculpted to perfection. His biceps decorated in those simple but elegant gold bands. The gold caps on his horns. Thick, glistening strings of pre-cum seep steadily from the dark, broad crown of his long, thick cock—so engorged that the skin is pulled tight and shining with a beautiful display of thick veins. And if I couldn’t already smell the sweet, heady scent of it, the evidence of his release is smeared all over his lower abdomen, groin, and thighs. Another puddle of it visible beneath him on the pallet.

“As are you. Drenched in sweat and covered in my honey.”

My core gives another needy clench, and Sariel’s eyes—and tail—don’t miss it. His tail slides deeper inside me as he works one fist over his length. The action sends at least half a mouthful’s worth of pre-cum spilling onto my clit.

His deep voice is both velvet and gravel. “Is my tail not enough to satiate your needs,mea floarea?”

With a shake of my head, my heart thumps in anticipation as I drag my teeth over my bottom lip.

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