Page 70 of Right Next Door
He grunted, hips flexing against her.
“Let me see,” she begged, pushing her free hand down, under his robe. Down his back. “Let me see your tail, Tsok. Show me, please.”
He was helpless to resist her. His eyes were crossing because of her grip on his tail, but he had enough mental capacity left to shrug off his robe and toss it away. Leaving him only in the gray pants underneath, his tail hanging out the back. Completely bare and helpless to her touch as she stroked the fluffy appendage.
His people all had long, fuzzy tails. But it was obscene to bare their tails outside of their clothes equal to walking around completely nude, cock fully extruded, because tails were erogenous zones. Her hand moving up and down his tail sent bolts of lightning straight to his cock. His member jumped and twitched in time with her movements, like she’d found the joystick that controlled it.
Which she, as someone who studied fur care over the entire body, would very well know.
With a growl, he struck. Grabbing her by the side of her neck with his teeth – hard enough to pinch, but not break the skin. She gasped, movements coming to a halt in surprise. It was just for a moment, but long enough that he could grab her hands andput them over her head. He held them there with one hand as he sat up, looking down on her with a shiver.
Too close to the edge. She’d nearly pushed him over, and he didn’t think he’d be able to control himself if she did.
Before he allowed that to happen, he had to ask-
“I need your consent,” he said, voice rough. Hands shaking. Struggling to hold himself back. To not ravish her right here. It was like there was a swirling pool of madness in the back of his mind trying to suck him down as he thrashed about in the current, desperate to stay afloat.
It was mindless and wild and frightening. Some part of him was standing on the edge and looking out over the abyss. Knowing there was something dark and dangerous down there. A monster sunken deep in his subconscious that needed to rut, to claim, to breed his female.
There was a block there though. Like a fence. A barrier made of metal and jewels placed over his nose that resisted that beast within him. The beast was struggling to breathe. Pulling in deep breaths through the filter, struggling to scent her. Because it knew once it had her scent in its nose, it could break free, take over. Fuck. Claim.
But without that scent, it was merely a threatening presence there in the back of his mind. One that made it hard to think when it came close to taking control. One that knew he wanted her, even without her scent to break it free.
But Tsok was still there. Still fighting against that part of him.
That shameful part ought to remain buried. The part that his people had been fighting against for centuries. He couldn’t indulge it. There was too much at risk.
So, he fought for control. He kept himself in check, her hands above her head, as he struggled for that control. Until he heardher say it was okay. Until he had her distinct permission. He had to have that before he went any further.
However, the sight of her now, laid out underneath him, was testing the bounds of his restraint. The webbing of the lace covering her dark skin was barely concealing black tattoos of flowers and images he didn’t recognize – but ones he dearly wanted her to describe to him. It was unbelievably tempting. The tight black satin underneath left little to the imagination, but it was still hiding those heavy breasts from his eyes, the tips protruding against the fabric. But the way he lay between her legs forced them apart and the dress up around her waist. The lack of panties meant he had an unobstructed view of that brown and pink flower opening for him, petals dripping with dew.
Pure temptation. He needed her. He had to be inside her. He had to taste her again. Her lips were moving. Was she saying something?
“Yes,” she repeated, smiling. Canting her hips up. Welcoming him. “You have my absolute permission. Please, honored char. Take me.”
It took a long time to decipher those words. To understand them.
But the moment he did, he moved.
Keeping her hands up, unable to bear her touch without losing control, he used his other hand to reach under the lace. He grabbed the top of her dress and yanked it down. Freeing her breasts. They bounced back, an unexpected shine catching his eye immediately.
Her nipples. Dark brown and heavily pointed. They had bright silver bars through them, little balls on each end. Piercings. She had both her nipples pierced. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. Just the sight had his cock throbbing.
“I need you,” he croaked, struggling to part his pants. To free his member.
He hissed the moment it hit the air. It had been too long since it fully extruded. It was moist skin, meant to be protected – either inside his body or hers – but once fully extruded, it couldn’t just shrink and go back without being relieved. He’d been walking with it out since before the restaurant, and he was suffering now as it was drying and cold and still painfully hard.
But there was a warm, wet, welcoming hole right there, waiting for him. Spread open and still damp from where he had tongued her earlier. Proof of the fact that she wasn’t angry with him. That she had enjoyed seeing him angry for her sake. That she wanted him still.
“Forgive me,” he begged, grabbing his cock and notching the head at her entrance. “I will give you more finesse later. I need you now.”
He slammed deep. Misty cried out, her head dropped back, her legs tightening on his hips, her eyes going wide with shock. But he gave her no chance to adjust to his size. He began to fuck her into the bed, ruthless and demanding of her pleasure. The slick heat of her cunt squeezed around his cock, finally beating back the pain of his prolonged extrusion.
That primal instinct at the back of his mind hadn’t fully taken over, but its influence was unmistakable as he rutted over her, barely clinging on to the edge of madness.
Chapter 25
Misty
