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I squeeze my cock as I watch my tail lightly stroke up and down her inner thighs, once or twice skimming along the seam of her pussy, but never applying pressure where she craves it most. Not yet.
The entire room fills with Maisie’s arousal as I keep building her pleasure. I place featherlight kisses along every sensitive spot she’s told me about—her neck, ears, wrists—and enjoy her happy whimpers as I play with her nipples while my tail teases her pussy.
When the sun has fully risen, Maisie starts to stir, hovering on the edge between awake and asleep, but not quite opening her eyes yet. Choosing this moment to finally give her what she wants as her body is primed for a swift orgasm, I slip my tail between her soaked pussy lips. Coating the tip in her arousal, I drag it to her clit and rub gentle but sure circles around the swollen nub.
“That’s it, angel,” I whisper. “Come for me.”
Maisie inhales sharply, thrusting her hips upward into my tail. I rub harder and faster, the exact way she liked last night, then lean down to suck on one nipple while I pinch the other between my thumb and forefinger.
Moaning loudly, Maisie’s hands shoot forward, wrapping around my horns and holding me to her as her climax crests.
I never thought my horns would be sensitive, but the pressure shoots straight down to my balls. But thanks to being so well charged, it’s not enough to make me come. It does make me curious about asking Maisie to try horn play the next time we’re together.
But not today. This is all about my angel and helping her fulfill one of her fantasies.
Panting, Maisie’s grip on my horns loosens and she flops back down on the pillow, looking up at me through half-lidded eyes and with a very blissful smile. “That was better than anything I have conjured up in my most vivid fantasies.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” I purr, bending down to suck on the skin at the base of her neck.
“Ren,” Maisie whines sweetly. “If you keep doing that I think I’m going to come again.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” I ask, kissing higher up her neck and tugging on her earlobe with my teeth.
Maisie arches against me and wraps a leg around my hips. “Definitely not. I don’t know what you did to my body while I was asleep, but I feel so sensitive. In a good way,” she quickly adds.
I push myself up to meet her eyes. “Think you’ll feel better after another orgasm? Or two?”
Maisie stretches out underneath me, faking nonchalance. “I think we should find out.”
“Mission accepted,” I growl and take her mouth in a voracious kiss.
Chapter 17
Maisie
Ithrow together some blueberry pancakes for us in Ren’s kitchen as his eyes track my every move. It almost feels like a lion stalking a gazelle but in a super cozy and super sexy way.
Checking through his spices on the counter for something I can add to the batter, I note a couple of new additions. “When did you get nutmeg?”
Ren looks a little sheepish as he ruffles the hair between his horns. “You mentioned it last time so I asked Beck to get some for me on his next supply run to Cape Easton. I researched a few more spices that you seem to like, so I also got cinnamon, cardamom, and something called star anise. The websites say it’sused for specialty cakes and I thought you might know what that means.”
Swooooon. Legit swooning right now.
I grip the counter behind me as I study Ren, my heart racing with a thousand fluffy feelings for this incredible creature. “Thank you,” I whisper.
Ren gives me a lopsided smile like he understands everything I’m trying to condense into those two simple words, and gets up from the table to start on our coffee. Despite having enough room to get around the kitchen, Ren places his hand on the small of my back each time he passes me. Each touch sends a zing of awareness down my spine before fizzing through my body.
“So, how did you end up living in Starry Hill?” I ask when I join him at the table.
“Do you want the long version or the short one?”
“Always the long one. I want to know it all.”
“I thought so,” he says with his mouth turning up at the corners.
As we eat, Ren dives into his life story. “I grew up in this town called Hemlockton. I don’t know if you’ve heard of it but it’s out west, closer to Sussdon. My parents were, are, lovely, but they’re very… outgoing. They have a nonmonogamous marriage and are very open about their sex lives. They love to entertain and growing up, they frequently had parties, or sometimes had partners over in various capacities.”
I try to keep my face neutral, forcing my eyes not to widen as I listen intently. It’s not that I’m against their lifestyle but I can’t imagine how hard that must’ve been for Ren to be around a bunch of new people when he’s so shy.
