I closed my eyes, trying to savor the moment as long as possible. Then opened them to see Brie’s parted lips. She panted as she watched me between her legs, her eyes molten pools of lust. It damn near broke me.
“Please. Please tell me if you need me to stop.” At her nod, I bent down and buried my tongue in her cunt. Groaning at the taste of her, then traced around the little bud just above her entrance. In the guide book Isaak found, it mentioned a bundle of nerves called a clit that could render a woman into a simpering mess. When I sucked it, she let out some strangled half panicked cry, before digging her heels into my shoulder blades, pushing me further against her.
We’ll need to find that merchant and give him a generous tip.
As if the magic controlling the limbs heard my thoughts, the head of a smaller tendril split open, revealing a soft sucker. I concentrated on the shapes making up the shadow tendrils, testing out the ability to change their size and shape.Well, that is just fucking brilliant.
Brie whimpered and bit her lip. As if she was still worried whether it was alright to enjoy this. I could feel her fighting to keep still as her mind raced. But quiet whimpers broke into sobs when I let the tentacles grow bolder. One dipping its tip into her ass while another replaced my tongue on her clit.I won’t let you feel guilty. You’ll see just how much I’m enjoying this.“Gods, you smell so fucking good.” she squeaked and jolted when I buried my nose against her folds, tonguing her deep. She tasted even better. Sweet and sultry, like a mermaid singing her irresistible melody, and I was a hapless sailor, all too willing to jump into the arms of death.
Fuck, it was too much. My cock was near weeping. A small bit of pre-come dripped from the tip. I growled into her and wrapped a tentacle around the head. Forcing away all thoughts of an orgasm. I’ll be damned if I come anywhere but buried in her slick cunt.
I leaned back, catching my breath. I placed a hand on her ass, letting my fingers sink into the soft skin, then sent a thicker tentacle to fuck her cunt. Gently at first. But the need to hear her cry out became unbearable when I saw the way she clenched down on the intruding limb. Gods, she’ll be so tight around my cock. The thought of sinking into her, stretching that unbearable heat until I was buried to the hilt. She’d need to work up to being able to take my knot. Which was fine. I can be a patient man. Probably.
The tentacle around my cock tightened and stroked it. Mimicking the desires I was too spellbound to will away. I watched her eyes flutter closed, teeth sink into the plumb flesh of her lower lip. My pace increased and I let the tentacle in her ass push deeper, fucking her with slow deep strokes as the smaller tendril around her clit surrendered its slow pace and began to suck on her in earnest. My lamb’s mouth fell open on a gasp before her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
“Felix,” she screamed, her body quivering.
“Gods yes. Cry for me, gorgeous.” Eager to try more of the book’s teachings, I wrapped a tentacle around her stomach, let the bulbed end push down on her lower tummy as I worked her faster. Searching for that sweet spot just inside.
She curled into herself as her legs began to shake. “It feels so good,” she sobbed. Brie thrust back against the tentacles inside her, and I curved the one in her cunt up just slightly to better hit her sweet spot. “Felix, oh gods, I’m gonna come.”
The enraged look on her face when I removed the limb was priceless. She shook her head, trying to form words. “I…what?”
“Relax, we’re just moving.” Brie huffed out a breath but didn’t protest when the tendrils lifted her upright. I laid down on my back and brought her to sit on my face. She braced herself above me, hovering her cunt just out of reach. “Sit down, love.” I ordered.
She lowered herself a little more, then yelped when I smacked her ass. “I said sit.”
“I’m heavy,” she scolded. “Do you enjoy suffocating? Cause this is how you suffocate.”
“Woman, if you don’t sit down and come on my tongue-”
“I’m low enough, you can reach it-” the rest of her argument was lost in a sea of jumbled cries. I guess it’s hard to argue with a suction cup against her clit. Brie let out a stream of desperate curses when I drove two tentacles back inside her. Working her body to the brink until her knees shook and gave out. I grabbed her ass and sat her down, letting my mouth join in on the fun. She rocked against my face, unable to contain her composure any longer.
“Oh,” she panted. “Oh, Felix, don’t stop.”
I lapped at her clit while keeping a steady, alternating pace between the tentacles in her cunt and ass. Then willed the one working her pussy to grow wider at the tip, with bumps running along the sides.
Her voice broke out into a keening whine, and I took the opportunity to suck hard on the jewel of her clit like a man possessed. My reward came in the form of dull nails digging into my shoulders. Brie’s pink little pussy quivered as her body seized up, the muscles on her thighs going rigid. My sweet lamb choked out a wail and ground down further against me.
When the rolling waves of pleasure hit her, it was my name on her lips. A breathtaking sonata that rolled in thoughts of she and I, us, together in harmony. Sweet music dancing through days of joy and sorrow, savoring each touch and smile until the day we grew silent together. The satisfaction of such a life sent me over the edge. And despite my best efforts, I came hard, spilling my release on her back. I kissed her clit, ignoring the tinge of regret. This wouldn’t be the last time we were together. Not even close.
My body hummed with sated pleasure and the power of the botched spell began to fade from my mind’s grip. I let it go, watching the black tendrils fade into nothingness. Brie shuddered above me, then rolled to settle at my side. We laid there for a moment, breathing hard.
My hand found its way to her cheek, tracing the heart-shaped line of her jaw. Not bothering to resist the temptation, I moved on top of her, kissing her temple and running my fingers over the tight ringlets of her black hair. She giggled and wrapped her arms around my neck. This time, there was no reluctance from her. My lamb pulled me to her, brushing her soft lips over my own, before spreading her legs for me to settle in between. It didn’t take long for my cock to rise at the invitation.
“Is this still alright?” I asked in between feathered kisses.
Brie’s eyes were hooded, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks. “If it wasn’t, I’d kick you off.”
“Such a fierce little thing.” I pressed my lips to hers again and pushed into her. Groaning into her throat as her body stretched to accommodate me, and she dragged her nails gently along my back, stroking and petting as I sank into her, inch by inch. I pulled her tighter against me, basking in the sensation, and moved my hips in shallow thrusts.
A moan vibrated in her chest, and she tightened her legs around me. When she pulled me in for a kiss, I thought I might die. Welcoming her sleek tongue against my own with unabashed eagerness. She made an inaudible sound of surprise when the base of my cock swelled inside of her. I held the back of her neck and soothed her with sweet words and soft caresses. Her brown eyes widened as I ground my cock to the bottom of her well. Her breath hitched, and she opened her legs wider, pulling at my waist to urge me onward. I could deny her nothing.
Braced on my elbow to keep from crushing her, I fucked her slow and deep, grinding my cock against the ring of muscles at the end of her cunt. Her breasts cushioned my chest as we moved together, neither in a hurry to finish. At least for today, we had all the time in the world.
She bit her lip as the knot at the base of my cock began to swell. “Felix, what is that?”
I eased my movements and ran my lips along her neck. “It’s a knot, Lamb. Most shifters have them. Do you dislike it?”
