Page 47 of Wayfinder
Jutuk’s deep groans reverberated against my lips as I stroked him. He was humanoid but larger than any man I’d ever seen, with pulsing ridges and a swollen tip that throbbed under my touch. I ran my hand up and down his length, feeling the sickness gathering at the smooth head.
He moaned, his teeth scraping along the sensitive skin of my neck, sending shivers dancing along my spine. Before I could fully bask in the sensation, he broke the kiss. My heart sank, wondering if he might put a stop to things due to some strange Vaktaire mating custom. Desperation clawed at my chest as I prepared to plead with him, to say anything, to make him see how much I craved his touch.
I worried for naught. With a deep shuddering sigh, Jutuk’s rough, calloused hands roamed over my bare skin, his fingers leaving a trail of heat and sensation. Gripping my ass firmly, he kneaded the flesh before letting his fingers trace a slow path across my hip and into my dampened core. His eyes never left mine as he brought his moistened fingers to his mouth, sucking off the evidence of my arousal with a low, guttural moan.
“You taste so good.”
Suddenly, I found myself sprawled naked on the soft mattress. My clothes strewn about the room in a chaotic mess. My shirt hung off the bedpost while my pants dangled from a lampshade. Jutuk dove between my thighs, his warm, wet tongue darting between my folds. Like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet, he lapped hungrily at my center, causing me to gasp and arch my back, grinding my face against him.
As his fingers gripped my hips, his tongue traced circles around my clit. The touch was fiery and wet, leaving a trail of fire on my skin. He dipped his tongue inside me, exploring every crevice, and his teeth grazed my skin, adding an edge of pleasure to the already intense sensation.
My body quaked as Jutuk explored and teased between my thighs. With each flick and suck of his mouth, he moaned my name in a deep, husky voice, the sound like a benediction. Desire built in my belly, pulsing with every touch until it twisted into a nearly unbearable need.
“Do you want me, Pearl?” Jutuk growled against my skin.
“Yes,” I sobbed, pressing into his touch. “Yes, please… I need.”
I know what you need."
His fingers slid into me with practiced ease, hitting all the right spots as his talented tongue flicked my sensitive clit. The pleasure built and built until it crashed over me in powerful waves, making my vision blur and my breath hitch in my throat. Jutuk didn’t let up, his fingers curling inside me and his tongue working tirelessly, sending me into a dizzying state of bliss.
As my body quivered with pleasure, I pressed myself harder against his mouth, digging my fingers into his hair. My moans and screams filled the room, but I didn’t care who might overhear us. All that mattered was Jutuk’s touch and the overwhelming desire for him to claim me completely.
As he pulled away, my body screamed for his touch. I whimpered and reached for him, but he was already moving towards me, his fingers brushing against my stomach, stopping to tease before sliding down to the place where I needed him most. His tongue flicked over my lips, and I moaned, wanting more... wanting everything. Jutuk shifted, and his weight settled more firmly over me as he pressed his swollen cock between my thighs. His warm breath tickled my ear as he leaned over me, gently caressing my breasts with his hands before kissing along the curve of my neck.
“Tell me you want me.”
It wasn’t a request but a demand, and one to which I happily acquiesced.
“Yes!” My breath came in gasps as my body strained against his. I could feel the heat radiating off him like a furnace. He slowly pushed just the tip of his thick cock inside me, and I clenched my fists in the blankets as pleasure shot through my body. God, I never want this to stop.
I leaned in close, my breath hot against his ear. “Please, Jutuk,” I whispered, my voice filled with raw honesty. My hand gripped his ass, the contact sending a jolt through me. “You are mine,” I declared, asserting my possessiveness over him as I lifted my hips, pulling him closer.
As he pressed his body against mine, I felt the rumble of a primal growl escape his lips. His hands roamed over my body, pulling me closer as I gasped for air. I felt every inch of him as he slowly entered me, a hot and pulsating warmth that spread through my body. He began with gentle movements, testing the depth and angle before plunging into me with force and intensity. His slow and deliberate thrusts sent waves of pleasure through my body, causing me to arch my back and cling to him. Every touch, whether it be the warmth of his breath on my ear or the slight pressure of his teeth against my skin, intensified the sensations coursing through me.
With each touch, our connection deepened, weaving tighter and tighter around us like gossamer threads. Our bodies moved in unison, voices barely a whisper as we surrendered to the pleasure and the pull of our bond. Every gasp and tremble only strengthened our undeniable connection.
Nothing had ever felt so right.
“Goddess, you feel so good,” Jutuk panted as he shuddered against me.
He grasped my breasts with both hands, his palms pressing against the soft flesh. His fingers traced circles around my nipples, gently tugging and twisting them until I couldn’t hold back a moan. As he pulled out of me, I felt a deep acheinside, desperate for him to fill me again. My body pulsated with pleasure, building towards another climax as I closed my eyes and surrendered to the sensation. “Open your eyes,” Jutuk demanded with a grunt. “I need to see you. I want to watch you come.” His gaze locked with mine as he thrust faster… deeper.
I clung to him, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck and my legs around his hips. My body arched to meet his thrust, every movement causing friction between my stiff nipples and the slick, glistening pelt of his chest. The scent of sweat and sex filled the room with a heady aroma, like an aphrodisiac.
As he pushed deeper inside me, I felt his hard, throbbing cock pulsing against my inner walls. My body tensed as my orgasm built, ready to crash over me like a tidal wave. Jutuk’s breath hitched as he felt me tighten around him, and he groaned my name under his breath. His hips rolled against mine, each movement driving him deeper. Our bodies tangled, moving in perfect sync as if we had fused together, two pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly.
I was on the brink, my body trembling with anticipation as he kissed me with an intensity that left me breathless. His thumb expertly rubbed circles on my sensitive clit as he thrust inside me, a perfect rhythm that melded our bodies together. I felt lost in sensation, unable to distinguish where I ended, and he began. I wanted to savor this moment forever, but I couldn’t hold back any longer. It was too intense, too overwhelming, and I could feel myself spiraling towards a powerful climax. My back arched off the bed as I cried out in pleasure, completely consumed by the sensations coursing through me.
With a low and primal moan, Jutuk called out my name and thrust into me one final time, heat erupting deep within my core as he bathed my insides with his essence. Shuddering, he collapsed onto the bed beside me.
“My mate, mine,” he whispered, a possessive edge to his voice that sent shivers down my spine.
I never wanted this to end. I lay locked in this embrace, our bodies pressed together, his warm breath tickling my skin. Our eyes fixed on each other, our foreheads touching, as we shared a moment of pure connection.
In the quiet aftermath, we lay entwined and tangled in the sheets. The only sound daring to interrupt the moment was the whisper of an errant kiss. My heart raced, my skin tingling from the pleasure washing over me in waves. I’d never felt so completely and perfectly fulfilled, both physically and emotionally.
“Are you okay, my mate?” Jutuk’s voice was gruff with spent desire yet held the faintest modicum of concern.
