Page 16 of Ghouls and Girth
“Scream,” I demand.
She shakes her head and grimaces as the movement pulls her hair and shifts talons dangerously close to her ear.I shuffle forward, pushing her shoulders back against the side of the ritual table and widening her hips further.Her warm breath washes over my sensitive flesh.I rub my length over her features, coating her with my pheromones and invading her senses as precum leaks from my tip.
“Open,” I snarl.
She whimpers through her clenched jaw.
After swirling my tip through her tears, I press it against her forehead and release my bulging base.She squeaks as the weight of my monstrous cock settles onto her face.The top edge of my knot nudges against her chin as I struggle to contain the tsunami of lust battering against my control.
Her lashes brush against the underside of my dick.I snarl and thrust my hips.The sight of her trembling and helpless as I rub myself over her delicate features heightens my need to ravage and claim her.
I twist my hand in her hair, tightening my grip on her wrists, and tap the length of my shaft over her defenseless face.
Her breath hitches on a stilted sob as I angle my hips and prod her lips.When she doesn’t give in, I snarl and prick the corner of her mouth with my talon.
She flinches.I push my talon between her lips.She sobs and parts her teeth.I thrust my hips and groan as velvety heat encompasses the mushroom head of my cock.
“Lick me,” I snarl.
Her chest heaves and tears stream down her face.I stroke myself from my base to her lips.Liquid fire seeps from my shaft.
Her pupils shrink to pinpricks before blowing so wide her irises become a thin ring of gold as she tastes my seed.Heat pours from her as she flushes.Her hard nipples brush against my thighs.She shudders and sobs.
With featherlight pressure, her tongue tests the bottom curve of my tip.I snarl and tilt my hips.
Her whimper destroys me.
I surge deep into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat and compressing her tongue, and hiss as molten lava rushes from the base of my spine.I pulse as jets of release throb through my balls, sear the inside of my shaft, and burst from my tip.Her teeth pinch me, but she doesn’t bite down, my girth too great.
I thrust, wanting to spill my seed straight into her stomach, but her throat is too narrow, so I pull back and flood her mouth.
Her struggles only endear me to her further.I need more.Her pathetic, terrified whimpers are at odds with the stroking of her tongue as my release coats her tastebuds and steals the last of her control.
She licks, swirls, and flicks the tip of my cock.Decades of pent-up lust pours from the base of my spine.I fill her belly and her mouth and still the storm continues.She chokes.White leaks from her nostrils.I snarl and surge to the back of her throat.For long, indulgent moments, I slake my lust on the defenseless whore’s mouth, taking what I want without thought.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head.She slumps.
The trap door slides open.I yank my cock out of my bitch’s slack mouth, push her jaw closed with a paperwhite knuckle, and pull her head back with my fist around her wrists.
Khalid’s ghoul rises from the darkness, his white visage broken only by the tiny dots of his pupils.Fury shines from his human eyes.
Our female coughs and retches as she wakes.
My brother scowls and lifts a talon to his throat.
I quirk a brow and run the back of my talon down the side of her filthy face.
She sobs and arches her back, rubbing her nipples against my thighs and mashing her sex against the crotch of her jean shorts.Slick pours from between her legs, soaking her clothes and puddling on the stone floor.
My brother freezes as her blossoming scent barrels into his sinuses.
I smirk in victory.
Six hundred years ago, I lost control and rutted a rare female human with The Sight.She died trapped on my knot before my brother found us.
Not this time.
This time, I won.Our graveyard gladiator is changing.My seed strips her down to her basal self.Now all she needs is my brother’s taste on her tongue and her transformation will be complete.
