Page 82 of How to Seduce a Slender

He slipped his tongue from inside her. “Yes, sweet girl?”

“Touch-fuck, please touch me too. At the same time.”

A wicked grin spread across his razor teeth. Smith spared a thumb to her clit. Her hips rocked back to him with a low moan coming from her lips. He oozed with smugness he couldn’t help. Smith returned his tongue to her newly relaxed ring of muscles and speared her again. This time, Melody bucked.Hard.He obliged. Smith took one hand to her hips, holding her still as he fucked his tongue deeper into her. His thumb kept up a pace on her clit that made her thighs tremble. He could see the change in her stance. Legs widening, shoulders relaxing, she melted against the moss beneath them. Within a moment, he felt the snap as her orgasm washed over her. Her cries of delight were liquor to him, dragging him into the depths of intoxication. He was drunk off her pleasure, wanting more of it. He fucked her with his tongue harder, drove two digits inside her, wringing it out as long as he could before she jerked from him. Smith slipped his tongue from her and removed his fingers.

“That’s my girl.” He pressed a fingertip to her ass, giving her little time to tense back up. Smith eased it in, letting her body adjust to the penetration.

“I want both,” she murmured into the moss. He reached over her, massaging his fingers deep into her nest of messy hair. Melody’s eyes rolled back in her head. Smith scratched and tugged then stroked her scalp tenderly with one hand while the other worked her open further.

“Now, I feel it would be unfair if we didn’t discuss my venom.” Her hips arched back into him, clearly ready for more. He tentatively pressed a second digit against her muscles and eased himself in. Melody moaned louder. “When it’s in you, it’ll slowly seep into your blood stream. Last time it took several hours to take full effect. But you’re getting a double dose this time. I am unsure when it’ll hit you. Are you comfortable with that?”

“It doesn’t,” she panted for air. Smith watched her struggle to open her eyes. Her pretty, round cheeks were beet red, and her eyelashes fluttered with effort as she tried to keep them open. “It doesn’t do much more than get me hot and bothered.”

“Correct, but it’s still a bodily reaction you won’t be able to control. You’ll want stimulation, your legs will get weak, you’ll crave more sex, it’ll be hard to sit still—”

Melody snorted, “You’re just describing when I’m around you.”

“Sweet girl,” he laughed, shaking his head, “focus for me, and I want you to be honest when you answer. Would you rather I not fill you with venom? Or would you rather experiment and face the consequences of my depravity once more later?”

“I want you to fill me till there’s more you in my bloodstream than me, understand?”

Smith growled with delight, trying his best not to sink his teeth into her flesh. He took back his hand from her hair before pressing his vibrating fingers to her clit. Melody sang for him. Her head tossed back. The air shook with the sounds of her pleasure.

“I cannot fathom a more perfect prize for my wicked prey than getting all the cum she’s worked so hard for. But when your pussy is throbbing and your nipples ache and you can’t run from me later, sweet girl, remember you chose this. Remember you asked me to fill you with it, and when I’ve got you pressed into the floor of my office or I’m buried in you in our bed, fucking every drop out of you, remember you asked for it.”

“Begged for it,” she moaned.

“Begged.” He ground the words between his shark’s teeth as his fingers thrust into both her dripping holes as sharply as he could. Melody tossed her weight into him, begging him for more. Harder. Faster. Her thighs trembling as she cried out louder. “For it.”

And she did. Melody begged, “Please, fuck, please, Smith. Harder, fuck, yes!”

Her voice grew more shrill as she strained against her restraints. Between two graves, face down and ass up in the cold fog brushing against her exposed skin, Smith couldn’t think of a more beautiful picture. He drove three digits deep into her pussy. Every inch of her grew tense. Her throat cut out as both sets of her walls clamped down around him. Warmth flooded her cunt and spilled out into his palm. He wrung every drop. Watering the garden of moss beneath them with her pleasure, Smith reveled in how much she gave him. Lewd, wet slapping sounds filled the silent air until her body sank down toward the earth.

And his prey was ready for the taking.

Smith eased all his fingers from her, making sure to take it slow. Melody trembled from fingertip to toe. Finally sliding between her thighs, he didn’t realize he’d undone his own clothes with shadowy tendrils till his cocks were out before him…just begging to be in her. He pressed the tapered tips to her puffy entrances, watching her for any sign of discomfort. All of her muscles were lax. Her cheek was flopped against her bicep and eyes closed. As he sank into her, the only change was her mouth falling open. Her muscles gave into him and let him glide deep into her.

For a wordsmith, he was lacking coherent speech as he pressed against her. There were no teasing words, no witty banter, no sexy phrases to make her shiver. Just the peaceful quiet of a graveyard as he pulled back, then softly thrust in. He didn’t want to ruin it with being rough immediately. He savored it. The feel of her insides clutching him, her soft, pliable body like a pillow beneath him, and the delicious wet warmth pooling at his hips.

He thrust softly into her for a long time. They were stuck in an in between of sharp, needy sex, and the delightful, slow burn. Melody was mewling against the moss with a lust drunk glaze over her face. But as that moment began to pass, and his desire to chase one last orgasm from her filled him to the brim, he picked up the pace. Her mewls turned to whimpers, then to moans, then to cries as his hips slapped against her. Smith grabbed onto her by the hips and ripped her into him in tandem with his thrusts. The air shook again from her shouts. Melody broke through his tendrils, snapping them like loose string that swayed in the wind. She climbed to her elbows, tossing her hair back over her shoulder. A beautiful display. She’d taken over, pressing back into him in time that his hands no longer seemed necessary.

Instead, he wrapped one around her throat, stretching his torso so he could kiss her cheek.

“Mine.” He pressed another kiss to her flesh.

Smith didn’t know werewolves howled when they reached climax…but as Melody broke around him, a weak, battered howl released from deep in her chest. Eyes glowing red in the hazy grey, she filled his world with color again. Smith couldn’t help but follow her into oblivion as everything in his body tensed, then it all turned to warm mush within him. He rutted against her over and over. His venom—his cum, what did it matter what he called it—it was hers. And it filled her insides to the point of seeping out of her. It dribbled down her legs in silvery, milky globs.

Melody collapsed into the earth seconds before he collapsed against her.

Panting, she chuckled, “Smith? Just one thought, that’s suddenly occurred to me.”

“Yes, sweet girl?”

“How are we getting back inside without being spotted?” She giggled, shifting till he dropped into the moss with her. His back to one stone, hers to the other, she grinned at him from ear to ear. Her adorable fangs popped out.

“I always have a solution.” He brushed her hair back behind her ear. “How do you feel?”

Melody wiggled closer till she could steal a kiss, “Like a Slender fucked me in the cold, soggy earth of a graveyard. So, naturally, I feel amazing. Though, I’m particularly interested in how fast your venom’s going to work. And what that’ll feel like while I’m awake. I know how fun it is while I’m asleep. Though, I won’t say no to waking up to you again. In fact, I’m giving you permission. No, I’m asking for it. Unless otherwise stated, I’m giving you free pass to wake me up with your cocks inside me, or your tongue, or your fingers, or your anything really. How’s that for a deal?”

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