Page 30 of My Blood Is Yours

Sariel gives a thoughtful hum as he continues to stroke his hand slowly over his cock—the head of it aimed downwards, only an inch or two from my core.

“Do you realize I am incapable of denying you anything?”

With a little thrust of my hips, my entrance brushes against the crown of Sariel’s cock. A growl rumbles from his chest as his head tips back briefly.“Fuck, Elowen.”

SARIEL

My restraint is rapidly waning, but a somewhat palatable solution rises to my mind. Even if it will prove to be the greatest test of my willpower, at least it will provide some semblance of relief for both of us until we can properly fulfill our bond. Only minutes ago, I found release without Elowen even touching me, and my cock still has not wavered its adamant demand that I sheath myself in her tight cunt.

With one hand on my cock and the other pinning one of her lush thighs to the bed, I slide my tail out from inside her and align my crown with her entrance. Her lips part, her petite pink tongue sweeps across them as she holds her breath.

I don’t know whether to laugh or weep—because she’s not about to get nearly as much as either of us needs.

Elowen whimpers, hands clutching her full breasts as I paint her folds and her clit with my pre-cum before pushing just the crown of me to her entrance. Despite all of our fluids, her cunt is so fucking small in comparison to my girth that I have to nudge my hips forward repeatedly before even just a fraction of my tip is inside her.

Her words come out as urgent and breathy, as if even she’s surprised. She sits up on her elbows to look at where we are scarcely joined, and her pussy immediately gives another needy clench that pushes me out of her. I groan under the force of both pleasure and restraint.

“Fuck, Elowen, it’s taking all my restraint to hold back.”

As if she can’t wait a second more, she takes me in hand herself and positions me at her entrance again, scooting herself down the pallet slightly. I assist her by thrusting slightly forward again, and this time, there’s less resistance. With only about half the head of my cock inside of her, her pussy flutters again, and she looks up at me with pleading eyes.“Can’t—help—it. You feel too fucking good.”

She cries out as I push forward to prevent being pushed out of her body again by the spasming of her cunt. My head tips back on a groan at the relief and pleasure of the entirety of my crown being squeezed inside her clenching channel.

“Gods damn it, Elowen. This pussy is so fucking good it should be a sin.”

Her breathing turns to panting as I withdraw slightly to push forward again—still only giving her the head of my cock. My tail returns to her clit, to ever-so-slowly stroke it in barely-there circles. On instinct, I add a ball of my spit out of some primal instinct that I want this woman absolutelycoatedwith my essence and marked as mine. She seems to appreciate the sentiment because, instead of being repulsed or offended, she whimpers another,“Yes.”

I withdraw fully from her to sweep my hand over my leaking pre-cum and coat my length and knot with it before returning it to her core.

My hips give steady, shallow thrusts in earnest as I work my fist along the unsheathed length of me. Elowen’s eyes dance between mine and where we are joined as she makes needykeening sounds between whispered curses. Her brows pinch together in supplication when she realizes I have no intention of truly fucking her.Yet.

“Why won’t you give me all of you?”

Her words nearly break my fucking heart—and my willpower.

“Mea Floarea,when I give you my knot, and we fulfil our bond, we will be free of this place. I will not taint the memory of it with this place.”

Understanding fills her eyes, and she nods. My eyes catch on the dip of her throat as if swallowing back her emotion.

Her hands leave her breasts in favor of seeking me out. One hand rests on my thigh as the other slides over my fingers curled above her knee, where I’ve pinned it to the bed. It’s such a small gesture, and yet it causes a surge of giant emotion to swell in my heart. Our fingers weave together perfectly until our palms are pulled flat against one another.

The love building in my chest for this woman strikes the match that lights the fuse to my climax.

My gaze holds hers as my tail works against her clit, and I continue to shallowly thrust the head of my cock inside of her entrance. Her voluptuous breasts bounce as her cunt squeezes me tight in fluttering spasms to milk my cock as her own orgasm rises. Tears spill from her eyes as she cries out my name in between barely coherent curses.

“Yes, mea floarea. Milk my cock of every last drop. It’s yours.”

Within only the first one or two spurts of cum, it’s already leaking out of her. Both of our eyes dip to watch as her core clenches over the head of my cock, and my release continues to spill from where we are joined.“So fucking perfect, your pretty cunt stretched around my crown and overflowing with my seed.”

Her hips writhe as I continue my shallow thrusts while our orgasms gradually recede. Elowen’s eyes roll in the back of her head as she proceeds to work her hips, desperate for more.

Sweat beads on her brow, and I soon find my efforts increasing once more. It takes every single ounce of self-restraint not to thrust all the way inside of her. My body trembles from the effort, doubly so as the beginnings of another orgasm tingles at the base of my spine.

“Fuck,Elowen… I’ll never have enough of you.”

She nods helplessly. “Oh, god… Sariel… I’m gonna cum again.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

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