Page 58 of How to Seduce a Slender

She hadn’t realized the words spilled from her throat until a shadowy tendril pressed flat against her lips.

“Shhh, sweet girl, the house can hear you… One last one,” he breathed against the side of her face kissing it affectionately. Smith shifted, letting her lay flat against the damp mattress, him hovering mostly over her. She broke free of his smokey restraints, weakly wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Smith chuckled against her mouth. “That’s my girl.”

She dug trenches in his shoulders with her fingers as their lips met. Smith put one knee between hers, keeping her spread for him. Then the tentacle left her insides. It dropped from her body, leaving her hollow and needy. Smith kissed her harder and harder until what little was left of her mind was gone.

Chapter twenty:

Smith

Hisbellywasfull.Her dreams filled him to the brim. So why was he ravenous? Right…the woman writhing beneath him. Smith was in a frenzy and needed to clear his mind. He hadn’t intended to bite into her, but she’d bucked back into him, and he saw stars.

Fear and desire tended to mix in a dangerous way. Slender were creatures driven by hunger, unless the creators of them added their darkest urges to the mix. The mortals who dreamt him into existence had to be horny, salacious bastards because there should be no reason he was this desperate for her…and yet he was. Maybe it was more Melody than nature. Maybe the way she arched into his touch, curling her fingers against the fabric of his shirt, that drove him to madness. The way she spilled around him like a river he never wanted to stop soaking in…maybe it was the way her eyes cracked open, and instead of scared orbs glowing in the early morning mist…ravenous, ruby eyes flashed his way. She wanted him to devour her.

Smith hesitated before climbing fully over her, letting the madness settle in his belly. Her eyes slowly faded back to green, but the hunger in her gaze never died. Not as those puffy lips parted and she breathed his name.Now who’s being the loud one!Hadn’t he just told her to be quiet and here he was about to moan her praise.

He needed her in his mouth, now! Smith slid beneath the covers, settling between her thighs. Smokey tendrils took her hands back, knocking her knuckles against the headboard clumsily as he kissed down her exposed skin. Melody wiggled happily, more than enthusiastically giving him full access to her chest.

Calm down. Calm down. Calm down,he repeated as he licked her nipples, sucking each into his mouth and popping off with a wet smack.You’re going to hurt her if you don’t fucking pull yourself together.Only proven by the slight hiss from Melody as the tendrils tightened around her. He exhaled heavily, watching them loosen around her. Yet, that sex drunk smile was still plastered to her face. Melody chewed on her lower lip with those cute fangs popping out.

Smith kissed down her stomach, nuzzling her soft flesh until she was more goosebumps than skin. When he finally found himself between her thighs, he had to remind himself…again…to calm down. If he dove into her and tore her apart, she’d probably never forgive him. And so, he steadied himself before he kissed her curls. She was drenched.I did that.Smith reveled in how her hips bucked, begging him to sink into her. His tongue pressed against her slit, swiping through her tangy release.I gave her this.

Smith buried his fingers in her soft sides, locking her in place as he speared her alive on his tongue. Melody dug her heels into the mattress and pushed him as deep as she could get him.Gods and dragons and eldritch abominations, fuck me.Melody was the nectar he never knew he wanted to drown in. Not until the moment he lapped up her cunt. He directed a tendril to sweetly circle her clit as there was no way he’d be able to pull away from tongue fucking her. Not this time. And he wanted her to come for him, just once more, on his face where he could eat her alive.

Melody panted. The telltale scratch of wolf claws digging into the headboard told him that restraining her had been a good idea. If she drew blood, he might grow more frenzied again. But here, with just her thighs clenching and her pussy quivering, he could eat her to his heart content without fear of biting into her thigh and possibly pumping her with more venom.

A predator’s best tool. The thing that ensured his prey never got away. Normally it was a paralytic. Back when he was merely a hungry little beast that devoured their minds till only the husk was left. Somehow, his body adapted. His mentors warned him this could happen. Giving into his lust and desires, he’d changed how he fed. And so, it wasn’t to paralyze her, it was to comfort her. To make the sharp, jagged things about him pleasurable to her. It was to enhance the feeling, make her cunt gush with delight. His once tried and true tool became just another toy for him to use in the bedroom.

Unfortunately, his venom being an aphrodisiac, so to speak, didn’t change the fact he was still capable of taking a whole bite out of her.

And so, he reminded himself, once more, to calm down. To take it slow, to enjoy her sleepy whimpers and shivering skin. Smith drowned in it happily as she rocked against his tongue. Her body clenched up, ready to burst. Smith moaned against her cunt and was rewarded with her nectar once more. Her walls milked his tongue as she coated him with her delight. He lapped it up, moaning harder till her body quaked.

“Please…please enough,” she begged, and Smith had to physically rip the tendril from her clit. He took one last swipe of his tongue, making sure he got every drop, before he pulled his face from her warmth.

“My apologies,” he croaked, a lump rising in his throat. “I was a bit heavy handed. Three’s a lot for someone to take.”

Melody let out a dry laugh, barely able to keep her eyes open. Her body was limp and pliable. Smith had to steady his heart before his hands stopped shaking enough to button her nightgown back. Not that it mattered, the poor girl needed a bath. She was drenched from the hips down and shivering. If he so much as breathed near her pussy he feared she’d catch cold.

“I was good,” she murmured, unable to form more coherent words than that.

“Come, sweet girl—”

She snorted, “I already did.”

Smith barked a laugh, his arms trembling as he had to hold himself over her. Hysteria filled the air as they both wheezed and laughed and cackled. With every snort from her, he spiraled into a worse fit of laughter. His stomach ached. Melody whined, weakly holding her sides. Smith couldn’t pry her from the mattress in that moment if he tried…so he didn’t. He gasped for air, his muscles lacking for a long moment as he did his best just not to fall on top of her.

It took an eternity before he could climb out of bed with drunken fawn legs. Then he mustered up the most of his powers, hoisting her in his arms, and dragged both their bodies to the bathroom. She clung to him like a wet blanket. Her face stuffed in the crook of his neck.

Finally, they sobered up as he was able to crank on the water.

“I liked that,” she whispered her confession into his shirt.

“I enjoyed it as well.” He sat her against the counter, careful with her as he peeled her clothes away. He muttered to himself as he undid the buttons once more, “Should have just left it open.”

Melody giggled, grabbing up the skirt of her nightgown and weakly pulling it up and over her head. Smith was in awe as she glanced at the tub then back at him. “Probably best if you don’t join me.”

Smith nodded. “For the best.”

It wasn’t because he would fry her…he had more control than that…but because he would be inside her if they climbed in there together.

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