Page 75 of The Weaver

Rekosh thrust his finger deep inside her.

Ahmya sucked in a sharp breath, body tensing as her sex clamped around the digit. His finger was long and thick, almost as thick as a vibrator she’d once used on Earth, and it stretched her, filled her.

“Kir’ani vi’keishi,” he rumbled, drawing his finger back before pushing it in deeper still. “Your body welcomes me. Hungers for me.”

His words, combined with the sensation of his finger stroking her within, made her tremble. She ran her palms back up his chest to his shoulders and whispered, “It does.”

Tipping his head forward, he nuzzled Ahmya’s cheek, then her ear and hair, all while pumping that finger slowly, deliberately, nearly stealing her breath with each firm thrust. “Hot, wet, and soft.” He flicked his tongue over the sensitive spot beneath her ear. “What do you call your slit?”

Ahmya whimpered. “My…my pussy.”

With a growl, he thrust his finger harder, deeper, making her gasp. “Yourpussyis mine.Youare mine, Ahmya, and I will have all of you.”

“You have me. You’ve always had me.”

Her every nerve was alight with sensation as he stoked her pleasure higher and higher, and her body responded of its own accord. She rolled her hips, riding his hand, unable to stop her breathy sounds as ecstasy blossomed within her. It was agony; it was bliss.

Ahmya moaned, cupped his jaw, and lifted his head so he met her gaze. “Kiss me, Rekosh.”

He released her breasts and cradled her jaw in turn. Then he pressed his mouth to hers, hard and demanding, rubbing against her lips until she opened to him. His long tongue slipped inside, twining with hers.

Ahmya buried her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. As she bounced upon his finger, she sucked his tongue, flicking her own against his fangs and delighting in their sharpness, and pressed a desperate scattering of kisses along the seam of his jagged mouth. It all felt too good to end.

“Rekosh,” she rasped, her pussy quivering.

He broke the kiss with a growl. His breath was harsh, and his body was rigid around her. “Need to kiss you.”

Ahmya brushed her lips along his jaw. “Then kiss me.”

His red eyes, already burning, flashed somehow hotter and brighter before he abruptly withdrew his hand from her pussy. She immediately mourned the loss of his touch, crying out for it, but he prevented her from following by grasping her hips with his upper hands.

Easing Ahmya back, Rekosh dropped his lower hands to the ground and yanked her forward.

“Need to taste you.” He buried his face between her thighs, his tongue spreading her pussy.

Ahmya gasped and clutched Rekosh’s hair as pleasure rushed through her. His tongue glided over her, stroking and licking. The sensation was just as strange and overwhelming as when she’d first felt it. Except this time, she didn’t push him away. She pulled him closer.

“Rekosh…” she moaned.

He hummed against her, appreciatively, ravenously, and speared her entrance with his tongue, thrusting it deep inside her.

“Ah!” Ahmya’s head fell back, and her eyelids fluttered shut. Her nails raked his scalp, and she spread her legs farther, allowing him easier access. Allowing him to push his tongue even deeper. He growled, the sound thrumming into her and making her clit pulse. His long fingers curled, tightening his hold on her and preventing her escape.

Not that escape was on her mind. She wanted to stay like this forever. She was consumed by him. Lost in him. The exhilarating press of his claws, the jagged faux fangs of his mouth on her mons, the sublime feeling of his tongue thrusting in and out of her pussy, his warm breath, and his spicy scent filling her lungs—all of it swirled together to carry her away on waves of ecstasy, erasing the whole universe but for Ahmya and Rekosh.

When Rekosh withdrew his tongue from her channel and twirled it around her clit, Ahmya’s pleasure sharpened. She caught her lower lip with her teeth, muffling her growing cries, as he lapped at her greedily, again and again. He squeezed her ass, hard enough to bruise, and the points of his claws dug into her flesh. But she didn’t care. Each delicious flick of his tongue pushed her closer to the edge, until somehow, he latched onto her clit and she fell.

Ahmya’s body tensed, and her mouth opened in a silent cry. Her world ceased to exist.

She ceased to exist.

And then rapture cleaved through her.

Her cries echoed into the jungle around them as her body convulsed. Her inner walls fluttered, and her core contracted so powerfully it bordered on pain.

And it was followed by a gush of liquid.

Right into Rekosh’s face.

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