Page 48 of My Blood Is Yours

“Only you, Sariel. It’s all yours.”

The wet noises between us and the sight of my pussy clenching around his long, thick, veiny length spur my orgasm tonew heights. His knot still only fits inside to the outermost edge—the majority of it is still neglected. And it makes my fucking heart ache.

I draw a ball of spit onto my hand to add an additional layer of lubrication as I reach between us and stroke over the hot, swollen, and firm flesh. Sariel snarls a curse and his hips stutter. In the next moment, his cock pulses inside me, and I watch in awe and desire as his seed begins to overflow, leaking through the tight squeeze of where we are joined.

The delicious, decadent sound of Sariel’s euphoric groan makes my nipples prick with desire as his thrusts turn languorous.

“Oh my fucking, gods, Elowen?—”

Still buried inside me, Sariel pins me beneath him, pinning my knees to the bed on either side of my waist. Slowly, he withdraws, his eyes locked onto evidence of his claiming. My pussy clenches beneath his gaze, the action squeezes some of his cum out of me. He growls, and begins pushing it back in.

“Naughty girl.”

Despite his reprimand, my hips give needy little jerks, as if to assist his attempt to put his seed back inside me where it belongs. “You like that, sweetheart?”

I nod, rising to my elbows to watch his efforts. His eyes lift to mine, flaring with a possessive satisfaction. “Because I’ve never seen anything more beautiful or perfect.”

His cock is still heavy between his legs, a thick string of cum stretching between its tip and the mattress. My mouth waters in response, and my core gives another instinctive clench that pushes a trickle of his cum back out of me. Sariel hands smacks my clit, lancing pleasure through me, faintly tinged with pain, and tearing a soft cry from my lips.

He soothes away the slight hurt by stroking soothing, wet circles over my clit with his cum. “You need to keep it inside you. Lest your symptoms return.”

“Oh.”

Oh.

That’s why I feel slightly less crazed.

My lips quirk. “Your cum is the cure to my madness?”

Sariel’s fingers continue to gently work my clit as a corner of his mouth tips up with male satisfaction.

“Among other things.”

I quirk a brow, angling my hips slightly upward so my weeping entrance grazes his cock. I hum my pleasure as his cock twitches, hardening again.

“Hmmm, I believe it. Before I swallowed you down, I couldn’t even see straight...”

My claws reach for his hips so I can drag myself onto his crown. He pumps shallowly inside me, abs flexing so tightly it highlights each of his ab muscles like the fucking keys of a goddamned xylophone I want to play with my tongue. His hands press firmly onto my inner thighs to keep me splayed wide for him.

The heat of a fever returns to me by the time he finally strokes fully inside of me until his balls are pressed against my puckered hole. My breathing turns into panting as that frantic need begins to coil through me, tightening all of my muscles, and I give a pained whimper.

“You need more medicine, sweetheart?”

I can’t form the words. I only manage to nod.

Sariel pulls out of me, and the sudden absence makes me want to curl in on myself. Thankfully, it doesn’t last long. Kneeling beside me, he lifts me and settles me against an enormous mound of pillows propped against the headboard. Itcreates the perfect height for him to kneel on either side of my hips so I can feed directly from his cock.

Pleasure and relief curl through me as my eyes eat up every sacred inch of giant length. With both hands, I work them over the leaking head with a gentle twisting flourish, before stroking down each and every plump vein of his shaft. Pre-cum drips and splatters against my breasts. Sariel growls possessively, smearing it over my skin and teasing my nipples with the viscous fluid as his tail dips between my legs and begins to gently work inside me with heartrending tenderness.

I have no doubt both of us will be aching and sore by the time my shift is complete, so I’m sure to make my ministrations gentle. My tongue and lips worship him with gentle, open-mouthed kisses as my hands glide over his heated flesh with a near-feather-light touch, all whilst I moan my ecstasy and take him as deep as I can until tears spill down my cheeks.

Sariel’s hips begin to shift in subtle thrusts as he watches me.“Fuck, sweetheart, look at you. You suck my cock like it’s sole source of sustenance.”

My gaze holds his as I pull his hips toward my face, trying to force his too-long, too-girthy cock deeper than it can fit into the narrow channel of my throat.

I whimper around his cock, staring up at him as my throat works to stifle my gag reflex. His thumbs sweep up my tears, bringing them to his lips for his black tongue to collect. “Look at my good girl. Trying so fucking hard to take all of me.”

I draw back to catch my breath, and thick strings connect us. Swiping them over his length, I gently work my saliva over his knot as I suckle from the head of his cock. Obscene, wet noises fill the air—both from my oral ministrations and his tail now working in earnest, pumping inside of me.

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