Page 94 of Feral Guardian
“There will be no secrets between us anymore, wife.”
Her gaze cuts back up to mine, a deep and feral hunger overtaking her. She strokes me hard, and I groan her name. She straddles my right leg and sits, her pussy coming down on my knee. I move it up into her and she moans as her eyelids flutter.
“This is supposed to be about you,” she whispers.
I hum. “Yes, well, that one time against the tree, I found my own pleasure. And the other time, after the tent, I did again in the woods.”
My admissions have her pumping me tighter and her expression turns molten. A wisp of her hair falls out of her braid and over her green eyes. My hand moves of its own accord, sliding along her cheek and pushing the hair out of her face. She lowers her lips to my cock and pauses, expecting another confession, I assume.
“The first time I found my pleasure, you were being such a naughty princess,” I say, fisting the loosely braided bun at the back of her head. She closes her eyes and lets out a groan, leaning into my hand. “We were at the hot spring, and when I came back to drop the supplies off, I saw you touching yourself.”
“Keep talking,” she whispers over the head of my cock, and I jerk involuntarily at the soft caress of her breath. A bead of my arousal glistens at the tip, and she eyes it like the most delicious thing she’s ever seen. She licks her lips, and I stroke my thumb across them just to watch her lick them again.
“Talk,” she commands.
“Oh, gods, Lily. You were so incredible. Your back was arched, and your hand was moving below the surface. The flush of your cheeks, this rosy color I adore—fuck!”
Her tongue laps against my precum and then swirls around my head. The feeling is like no other. The deliberate movement of her mouth, the texture of her tongue, the heat of it, the pressure. I’m not going to last.
I grind my knee against her pussy, and she moans. The vibration shivers down her tongue into me and a fresh bead of arousal gathers on the tip. Lily rubs her palm against my head in a slow circle to spread it and the sensation is almost overwhelming. My legs tense and I hiss a breath through my teeth.
“Bad?” she asks.
“No, just powerful,” I grunt.
“Talk,” she whispers before her tongue crisscrosses down my shaft to the base.
“Lilianna, I cannot think let alone speak with you tormenting me like this,” I utter as I watch her. She’s enjoying herself, and fuck, that makes it so much harder to hold back.
Shelicks me from base to tip, then whispers, “Talk. Please.”
I sigh out my pleasure and reach for the strength to make coherent thoughts become words. “You grabbed your breast and my cock ached so badly I had to squeeze it just to feel something other than the need to sink into you. I knew I couldn’t stop myself once your moans reached me. That was my undoing.”
She twirls her tongue over my head and opens her mouth to take me in. I take a deep breath as she wraps me in hot, wet ecstasy. She hums as she works down an inch of me and my balls are so tight against my body, they ache. I can feel my release pressing against the walls of my restraint. I can’t let this be the end of the first time.
I focus on my knee and what it’s doing to her. I push into her a little harder and change the direction of my movements. Lily takes in another inch with a throaty growl. Those sounds shoot down my cock and up into my own throat as I mirror her noises.
“I couldn’t stop thinking it was wrong—fuck—how much I wanted you.” I fist the animal skins beneath me in one hand and her hair in the other, trying to hold on as she takesanotherinch of me. Then I see it, the soft green glow of her transfiguration magic making her jaw wider for me. Gods, this woman…
My wife.
The thought pushes me too close to the edge.
She slides down another inch, breathing heavily through her nose.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” I urge.
She slides off me and grins overly wide in her impish way. It’s uncanny. “Talk filthy, or I’ll stop.”
I push down my concern for her jaw at the threat. “When you touched yourself in the tent and I smelled your hand, I nearly went mad.”
She swallows me again, faster, and I curse. She spreads her saliva down my shaft with her fist, intensifying the sensations to punishing levels. I move my knee up against her more insistently, matching her speed as she pumps me.
“I knew in my mind it would be my only chance to ever taste you, and I wanted that so desperately.” My voice doesn’t sound like my own, or the demon. I’m someone else entirely when Lily’s mouth is on my dick.
“Your flavor,” I groan as the rest of the sentence eludes me. “I rolled over and strangled my cock all night to stop from burying myself in you.”
She keens and I realize her slick is running down the sides of my leg. She’s close, too.
