Page 157 of Wicked Magik
Veylor groaned and tried to push himself away, but the hunger was too strong, I couldn’t let him go. “I’m starving.”
Veylor sighed and let me pull him to me. He didn’t care about the blood that covered my torso, instead his hand wrapped around my lower back.
“He won’t be able to concentrate if he’s hungry…”
He tells himself this, but I know he wants me too. I can smell him, taste him. A tiny snack of his desire would be nice. I pushed him to the cell wall as my tongue ran down his neck.
Clothes tear away in seconds—my tail ripping my trousers to ribbons while my claws make quick work of his garments. Before I can even register the cool air on my skin, Veylor has dropped to his knees, taking me into the wet heat of his mouth.
Fuck.
I growled into the wall, his tongue lapped at the head. The edges of his mouth turned black with my seed. “Yes, put more of myself into you.”
I bucked forward, fingers tangling in his hair to anchor myself. He pulled back as he gagged, wrapping his fist around me, working in rhythm with his mouth. My suction cups latched onto his skin but couldn't hold against the slick evidence of my need. Each obscene, wet stroke along my ridged length only intensified my hunger.
Veylor’s wet hand grasped my balls then reached around to my backside. I whimpered feeling him probe my asshole and I relaxed myself as two of his fingers pushed inside.
I snarled when he started pumping slowly, more of my seed slid down to my balls onto his arm.
I stomped my hoof on the floor, he let go of the head of my cock with a pop and gathered the slick of my arousal that coated his fingers.
My tail whipped back and forth, my hearts raced with anticipation.
“Easy now,” he panted. “Let’s get you stretched, you haven’t had it in the ass yet in this vessel have you?” He slowly added another finger, and another.
"Veylor!" His name tore from my throat as I ground my hoof into the stone floor. My head snapped back, spine arching as four of his fingers breached me. My previous form would havetensed at just two digits, but this new vessel hungered for the stretch, the burning fullness that bordered between pleasure and pain.
He chuckled and continued to coat his hand with lubrication, pushing his fingers in and out, scissoring his fingers to stretch me.
After a few moments he slid his fingers out of me. I whimpered and Veylor stood up from his position between my legs.
“I’ve got you, love. Put your hands on the wall,” he purred. He ran kisses down my back and nudged my tail out of the way. “That’s it.”
He rubbed his four fingers against my entrance, slick with my own desire. I could feel the heat of him, the pulsing need that matched my own. He pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch until all four fingers were there again. My body yielded to him, the burn of his entrance making me gasp and push back against him.
"More," I grunted, my claws digging into the stone wall, leaving gouges as I fought for control. Veylor's hand gripped my hip, his shadows wrapping around my shaft, creating a pulsating cocoon that throbbed.
He chuckled, "I’m going to take such good care of you.”
He withdrew slightly before pressing forward again, his knuckles stretching me wider than before. The slick coating eased his passage, but I still gasped as his entire hand disappeared inside me, the burning fullness made my vision blur at the edges.
I growled.
“Look at you, you took my entire hand.”
His shadows caressed me, their cool touch a stark contrast to the heat that I felt. They snaked around my cock, stroking and squeezing in time with Veylor's thrust of his arm.
"Faster," I demanded, my body trembling with need. Veylor complied, his arm moving with a desperate urgency. His arm pounded into me, his shadows jerking my cock in perfect rhythm. The room filled with the obscene sounds, grunts and growls and the wet slap of flesh and shadows.
Veylor's free hand reached around, his fingers finding and pinching my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to my cock. My body convulsed, my cock throbbing as I came undone, spilling my seed into his shadows. They milked me, their touch drawing out my orgasm until I was left panting and spent.
Veylor's grip on my chest tightened, his cock brushed beside my hip and I felt his come spurt down my leg, his shadows brushing me as if they continued to pump his cock. His body shuddering against mine, his shadows retreated, leaving us entwined and breathless in the dim light.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies joined, our breaths synchronizing. Then Veylor pulled out, a soft hiss escaping his lips as we separated. I turned to face him, my body already missing him, but my belly was full.
His eyes met mine, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Better?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded with a contented, "For now," as I pulled him to me with my tail, tasting myself on his lips. But the hunger was already beginning to stir again, the beast within me demanding more.
