Page 69 of How to Seduce a Slender

“I told you I’madaptable.” And that’s when the humming started. Melody’s head flopped against the desk as her whole body melted. With one perfectly pressed against her clit, he pistoned his other in and out of her. She couldn’t tell if his hips were moving or if they were merely hisaccessories. But they picked a punishing pace and turned her bones to mush. She was a puddle on his desk. Fingers curled around the other end, delight running down her legs as he fucked her progressively harder.She had told him to be rough.

Melody had toys. She was never ashamed of having toys. She’d beenfuckedwith toys before. She’d fucked other people with toys. If Smith were sold on a shelf, he’d be priceless because of the way he slid in and out of her with a slick, wet glide. His hum took over, filling her blood with pleasant, tingly sensations. Her nipples ached against the desk, but she was helpless to touch them. Limp.

He was lucky she was breathing.

Melody didn’t realize she was singing his praise until a hand slithered out from the desk and covered her mouth. She moaned harder into the palm. Smith smugly chuckled behind her. “Sweet girl, as much as I love your praise. It truly does my ego good…but the house will wake.”

He didn’t let her answer. Melody slapped a hand over the palm muffling her cries as he angled his thrusts into her. She ended up having both her hands over his magical one to keep from rattling the walls. Wet, lewd smacking sounds were the only thing in the air, and she was sure everyone could hear it. Two palms held onto her hips, digging his fingers into her soft, plush sides.

Her toes curled. Her inches clenched up. Her mind was gone.

It was over.

She was done for.

Melody broke again. Her whole body trembled as pleasure and shivers washed down her back. She was more goose bump than person as she bit down onto the magical palm before her. The sounds of him fucking her into a puddle slowed to a stop. Everything was still.

And that’s when she felt something foreign and warm spill. and Smith shakily whispered, “Well,that’s new.”

Melody spat out his magic hand, unable to move even if she wanted to. “What?”

“I came,” he murmured.

“I sure hope you did,” she wheezed, placing her burning right cheek against the frosty surface of the desk.

“Melody.” Smith slipped from her insides, his voice almost far away as hands traveled her backside. His thumbs spread her drenched lips wide open.

“Hmm?” She couldn’t even fathom looking over her shoulder to see what was going on.

“Slender don’t breed.”

Chapter Twenty-Four:

Smith

Content warning: Somno

Theysayyouarewhat you eat…and Smith liked to devour his sweet girl’s cum, right? So why was it so strange to see a peculiar, almost gray tinted, milky substance dribbling down from her.That’s not normal.

Slender don’t breed.They’re made. They had no need for functions like an orgasm. And up until that point, he’d never needed lubrication, like the release Melody’s body made. It wasn’t a slick like one would expect for people who mated.Slender don’t breed.So where in the fuck did his cum come from?

Smith’s office flooded with candlelight. He almost expected to be wrong. He’d imagined it, clearly. Just a sensation he felt but wasn’t real. But there it was, still dripping out of her. Melody finally climbed to her elbows and peeked at him from over her shoulder. “What?”

“I…I came.” He glanced down to the grayscale rods that usually stood at attention on his hip when summoned from the depths of his body. One of them…was soft. He took ahold of it, stroking it once as if it wasn’t attached to his body. A bead of cum grew at the tip. “That’s new.”

“Smith, you’re scaring me.”

“Oh, my apologies,” he breathed, rushing to scoop Melody from the desk. She dangled helplessly in his arms as smokey tendrils worked to put him back in his pants. “I’m sure it’s nothing.”

He wasn’t sure. It wasn’t nothing. Slender don’t do that! But there was only place he could gather that information and unfortunately, it wasn’t in this realm. He hated to lie to her, per se, but he wanted to speak with his mentors before telling her there was something to worry about.

It’s not like he could…that’s not how… It couldn’t…was it him? For a moment, Smith considered the other source of change in his life. Smith had, up until this point, never held a lover in the same way he held Melody. Not as he carried her bridal style out of his office and up the steps. Smith fed on her dreams. And his mentors always warned him about eating habits.You are what you eat. So was it Melody’s desire that he come, was that it?

He had far more questions than he had answers, and it was incredibly frustrating.

Smith pushed open his bedroom door, welcoming the brisk chill. It washed over them. Melody shivered, curling closer toward him. Smith closed the door and took his time getting her into bed. Careful of leaving her side for too long. Until he pulled back the covers to slid under them and Melody whispered. “Are you naked?”

“Not particularly?” He glanced down at his pants and shirt still very much intact.

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