Page 95 of The Weaver

“Rekosh,” Ahmya moaned, her hands leaving his to cup her breasts. She pinched her nipples hard. The sharp pain shot through her, straight to her clit, and she gasped, grinding her cleft against his hard mouth. “Don’t stop. Please, please don’t stop. Please. This feels so good.”

Fingers and claws digging into the flesh of her thighs, Rekosh snarled. The vibrations against her clit were all she needed. Ecstasy crashed through her, suffusing her entire being. She writhed atop him, her inner walls contracting as liquid heat flooded her.

Rekosh only tightened his hold, like he never intended to let go. He lapped at her, lavished her, drank from her, his grunts and growls only prolonging the pleasure assailing her. He licked her like a creature dying of a thirst that could not be quenched.

Ahmya’s thighs quivered. She fell forward, catching herself with her hands on his chest, but he did not relent as he ravaged her pussy, his tongue flicking her clit. Another wave of heat burst from her.

“Rekosh!” she cried out as she undulated against his mouth, lost in the exquisite torment. “Yes, yes, yes! Mmmph! Oh God, don’t stop, myluveen, my love.”

With a growl, Rekosh tensed, and his back arched, thrusting his pelvis up. Despite the overwhelming, unrelenting pleasure he was giving her, Ahmya didn’t let her eyelids shut. She watched as his cock twitched, as it swelled in his fist, as his claspers stretched as though reaching for something, someone, to take hold of.

Then Rekosh groaned low and deep as a great shudder wracked his body. Streams of white cum spurted from his cock, landing on his abdomen, and three tendrils unfurled from its slit, fluttering in the air.

Her eyes widened. Those were what she’d felt inside her, what had brought her so much pleasure. They were long and thin, with featherlike ends that resembled moth antennae. Her core clenched at the memory of them within her and how good they’d felt.

Rekosh’s legs scraped at the fluffed silk, and his fingers bit into her flesh. He clutched at his cock as those tendrils continued to rapidly flutter.

“Ahmya,” he rasped, his body easing down onto the silk. “Kir elad rayathi’zak.”

I am unwoven.

He exhaled, his breath hot against her sex, before giving her pussy another long, leisurely lick. “You are so wet for me.”

Ahmya’s breath hitched, yet she couldn’t help but smile. The tenderness of his tongue after such intensity was welcome, providing a different sort of pleasure. It filled her with delight that he’d wanted to eat her out far more than he’d wanted her mouth on his cock.

“You wanted me that badly?” she asked with a soft chuckle.

“Yes. Nothing in all the Tangle is as sweet as you,” he purred, lapping at her again, swirling his tongue over her clit. “My beautiful little flower.”

She arched back against his mouth with a moan as her fingers curled against his hide.

His body shuddered and tensed once more, and his pelvis gyrated. Those tendrils quickened their motions, drawing her attention back to his cock as more seed jetted from it, running down his shaft and over the hand still clamped around it.

Rekosh’s groan pulsed into her.

“Your taste alone could keep me spilling my seed all day, Ahmya. All for you.”

Curiously, she reached out and lightly brushed her fingertips over those tendrils. They were firm, but soft, almost like touching the bristles of a feather.

He bucked beneath her, tightening his grip on her hips. “Ahmya!”

They’re so sensitive…

The discovery filled her wicked glee.

Leaning forward, Ahmya twirled her tongue around the tendrils.

Rekosh hissed, body going rigid as his cock released another stream of cum, which she eagerly licked up. Snarling, he lifted Ahmya, pulling her away from his cock. Her world spun as he turned her to face him with her legs on either side of his body. Her hands fell on his shoulders, and her wide, shocked eyes met his. There was something feral in his gaze, something predatory. A hint of danger that sent a rush of excitement through her.

Banding an arm around her, Rekosh rolled aside and shoved himself upright, drawing her along with him and keeping their bodies parallel. She felt the jolt as he planted his leg joints on the ground and clamped his lower hands on her ass to hold her up. His claspers hooked around her thighs, and the tip of his cock notched against her entrance, its tendrils stroking her clit.

Ahmya’s breath hitched at the pleasurable sensation.

“I will spill no more seed until I am inside you,kir’ani vi’keishi.” Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he gripped her hips and thrust deep inside her as he brought her down hard.

The stretch was immediate, and Ahmya threw her head back with a silent, breathy cry. The pain was swift, but the sensation that accompanied the fullness and those fluttering tendrils quickly overcame any discomfort. Her pussy clamped around his shaft.

“Rekosh,” she whispered, nails digging into the hide of his shoulders as unadulterated pleasure uncoiled within her, spreading through her limbs.

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