Page 35 of Wicked Magik
Oryx continued to lap me up, my body still shook from the orgasm. He was crazy, his tail came off my mouth and my fingers stayed tangled in his hair. “Lay back, Oryx.”
Surely his balls, if he has any, were about to explode. Once he got release, he could sleep.
Oryx raised his head from between my thighs, his hardened bone glistening. His tongue swept over me, savoring every last drop. The sight ignited a wildfire of heat coursing through my body once more.
Confusion flittered through me for a second as to why I was doing this, but right now, it all felt so right.
“Lay back, Oryx, you did a good job taking care of me, I’m going to take care of you now.”
Oryx huffed, his pants were strained with a large bulge. “It hurts. What are you going to do?” he whined.
I bit my lip and tugged on the tie that kept his pants together. “Have you not relieved yourself before?”
He shook his head.
“My sweet monster. Do you know what you did for me?”
He shook his head again.
“You made me come, made me feel so good,” I purred.
Oryx tilted his head. “You tasted good, I want to taste you more but I need… something. I just do not know what”
I hummed softly, trying to suppress my laughter. I didn't want him to feel unintelligent for not knowing. He was my tender-hearted monster, and the last thing I wanted was to hurt his feelings, especially since I now understood he had no one else to depend on.
I perked my head up. “Wait, how old are you?”
Oryx tilted his head cutely again and tapped his cheek. “This Vessel is at least twenty years old, but my spirit is much older, or so says my Lord. Please, my pet? I hurt. Why does my age matter?”
My shoulders drooped in relief. “Just checking for my own sake.”
Once I untied his pants, his dick sprang free, and my eyes widened in astonishment. Its skin was a strange blend of brown and grayish hues. Along the underside, there were rows of tentacle-like suction cups that added to its different appearance. The head was thick and looked almost furious, with a glossy black pre-cum trickling down the bumpy, heavily veined shaft, glistening in the dim light.
I want to memorize every vein down my throat.
Oryx growled. “You want me inside you?”
I panted. “We need to take care of you, take this slow.”
Oryx rolled on his side and tried to crawl toward me. I pushed on his chest and had him lay back down. “My way, you’re big. I will give you relief, but you must listen,” I said sternly.
Oryx whined and held onto his horns.
“Good boy, keep your hands there.”
Oryx's chest heaved with rapid breaths as I tugged down his pants, revealing the powerful, sculpted muscles beneath his furred legs. My fingers traced along the taut sinews, each touch igniting a fiery response within me. My body surged with a raw desire unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
He groaned and tried to pull me closer to him with his legs. “You like how I look?” he rasped.
I smiled and left his pants at his ankles since he still had on his chains. “Of course I do.”
His chest rose and fell again quickly, like trying to hold back his emotion. I straddled him over his stomach and kissed his snout. “You are beautiful to me. It’s what's on the inside that counts. While keeping me in here isn’t right, like a prisoner, I can see why you did it. You just wanted a friend, someone to see you.”
And this connection with you is something I want to explore.
“I like you more than just my pet, friend.” Oryx said and he let go of his horns. He put his hands on my waist. “I won’t force you to stay anymore, but you can’t run away. I’ll find you and bring you back.”
I snorted. He made no sense.
