Page 77 of Feral Guardian
Just for me.
Her song of pleasure is just for me.
I smile and lave her again, sucking her essence into my mouth.
“You taste…” I groan, only just holding myself back from burying my face in her. “You’re like air when I’m drowning. You’re a feast when I’m starving. You’re the sun in the darkest night, and a hearth in the harshest winter.”
She gives a breathy laugh. “You’re a poet after all.”
“I’ll be anything for you. I’ll do anything for you.” I lick her again and her legs tremble on my shoulders. “You’re everything to me.”
A whimper escapes her red lips, and she looks down at me. “Tell me again.”
“You’re everything.” I lick her from opening to apex. “You’re mine.”
A feral groan slips from her lips as her head rolls back against the shelves. “Keep me. Take me. Please, Alastair.”
I need no additional invitation. I press into her with desperate hunger. She is my cure, my salvation. Her essence spreads across my lips as I bury myself in her. Lily cries out and tries to push away, tries to use my horns to relieve the pressure of my kiss. But she’s not strong enough to escape me, to escape this.
I crave her release. I need to hear it. I need to taste it.
My claws flex into her thighs as I ravage her harder. My teeth graze her sensitive nub as I suck and lick. None of my attentions are soft, none are gentle, and she fucking loves it. Her sounds are like a lead and I’m chomping at the bit. I want to feel her thighs squeeze my head. I want to feel her sharp defenses flex against me.
“You’ve come on my hand, and my dick,” I say between lashings of my tongue. “It’s time to come on my face, princess.”
“Alastair, how can you be this? How can you, ah!” Her back arches and I can tell she’s nearly there. “How can you chastise me for my mouth, and have a much filthier one yourself?”
I snake my tongue into her opening and force myself against her, pushing hard. I turn side to side, lavishing her with the pressure she needs, and I’m rewarded with the perfect, most divine sound.
Her pussy clamps down on my tongue and her thighs close around me. The sharp prick of her defenses grazes my cheeks and lips as wave after wave of pleasure washes through her. She fists my horns and grinds against my face like a desperate woman chasing deliverance.
I let her.
Gods, I’d let her fuck my face until my breath ran out.
When she’s panting and satisfied, I pull away from her core. My nose and cheeks are coated in her cum, but I revel in the feel of it.
She smirks down at me. “You look good between my legs.”
I bite down on the meat of her thigh. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to remind her though she may be my queen, she is alsomineto do with as I please.
She moans at the attention, her posture shifting to something more submissive. “You want me to simper for you,” she asks. “Want me to thank you?’
“Thanks would be nice,” I murmur against her center. My tongue darts out and lashes her clit. She tenses in my grip, throwing her head back.
“I’m too sensitive,” she complains.
I flick her cluster of nerves again. “Too bad.”
She whines, pushing me away with my horns. She’s even weaker now that she’s come. She stands no chance against me.
I pull back on my claws, willing the tips of my fingers to return to that of a man. I press against her opening, and she keens.
“You’ve been such a naughty princess,” I say, loving the way she throws her head back.
“I’m sorry, sir.” She arches, trying to push into my touch now. “Why am I bad?”
I slide the first finger into her and shudder as pleasure surges through me. She’s tight, and slick. I can’t help but imagine what she’d feel like enveloping me.
