Page 38 of The Stones for It
It dragged me higher until every fibre of my being pulled taut. I was close. So fucking, desperately close.
“Look at me, human.” Vrath’s handsome features contorted in a sneer. “Swallow.”
His tail stilled, wedged deep inside me, and I whined in protest around his cock as he forced me right to that razor’s edge and yet denied me the release I needed more than air.
I had a second to brace as his shaft throbbed, rattling my teeth around him, and then hot jets poured down my throat. His taste was exquisite, but the volume was choking.
“Fuck, little mortal!” he growled, hips jerking as he lost control just for me.
I swallowed as much as I could, the heat of him rushing down to fill my belly. But I couldn’t take it all. His tail stretched my pussy, and my inner walls squeezed as the earthy sweetness of him overwhelmed me.
I jerked back, gasping and spluttering. He allowed me just enough room to breathe, but his hand fisted in my hair hard enough to water my already tear-soaked eyes. His cock pulsed, throbbing above me as he spilled across my swollen lips, painting my cheeks and smothering my chin with his pleasure.
It ran thick and hot down my face, drenching my neck and showering my tits. It tingled my skin, peaking my nipples, and dragging me right back to the sharp end of ecstasy.
“My perfect little mate,” Vrath purred, a rumbly growl that filled the cave. “You took me so well, swallowed so much.” Blood smeared my cheek as he brushed back a few loose strands of my hair. “And you look so beautiful with my cum on those pouty lips, covering those pretty tits.”
His hands left my unruly waves, and he bent, grabbing my waist and hauling me easily into the air. I gasped as my spine hit cool, hard rock. His eyes drank me in as he held me aloft with laughable ease.
“I really weigh nothing to you, don’t I?” I huffed, tasting more of his cinnamon flavour on my lips with each word I spoke.
“You’re my tiny little mortal, and that’s exactly how I like you.” He smirked. “That, and covered in my cum.”
I pulled a sour face, so strung out from the way he’d shoved me to the brink repeatedly without letting me fall.
“Part those thighs for me, sweet human. I need you soaked before I force my cock into your tight cunt.”
The idea had heat flooding my veins.
I followed his command, too desperate to feel awkward at how I hung like a doll in his grip. He manoeuvred his arms under my legs, seating me on his shoulders. It brought his face tantalisingly close to where I ached for him.
My chest heaved with needy little pants as his breath fanned my core.
“Hold on,” he commanded and tipped his head forward.
My hands found a set of his dark horns, their textured lengths solid in my palms.
He took pity on my mortal soul, and his wide tongue flattened against my pussy in one agonisingly long, taunting lick. The forked end swirled over my clit and I jolted at the sensitivity, but I was half-mad in my desperation for more.
“So fucking divine,” he growled, words vibrating his tongue and lips against me.
I whimpered, and he repeated that heavenly lick.
“I could feast on you for eternity and still be starved for your taste.” He laved at me again, and I yanked on his ridged horns to pull him closer. “Such a greedy little thing.” He chuckled, broad shoulders shaking my spread thighs.
“Vrath,” I whined, tugging again. “Please. I need you.”
I felt his vicious smile against my lower lips.
And then he finally unleashed himself on me. I screamed as he devoured my pussy like a feral beast.
He growled against my clit, forked tongue lapping it harshly. It was the exact friction I needed. The pressure. The roughness.
I strangled his horns, grinding myself against his mouth.
“Ride my face until you come,” he snarled, words muffled against my core. “My greedy mate.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. My body moved on instinct, pressing myself against his lips, his lashing tongue. Even his fangs scraped me lightly, an element of danger lacing the pleasure, dragging me to delirious heights.
