Page 81 of Changelings
“Come on my hand,” he told her, “I want to feel you squeezemy fingers.”
Imogen shook her head, and it took him a moment to realize it wasn’t her succumbing to orgasm but denying him.
“I want you to come inside.”
“I’m right here,” he purred, curling his fingers against that one spot she loved.
Imogen’s back arched off the bed, and her legs fell wide. A grunting moan lifted her chest, and her cunt clenched down on him.
Balar waited impatiently for her peak, but as he watched, she wrestled it back from him.
“What is it, Imogen? You don’t want to come on my hand? Do my fingers not feel good?” he asked, even as he thrust and toyed with her.
“You know they do,” she huffed.
“Then what do you want, Imogen? Tell me.”
Cheeks rosy and lips swollen from her biting them, Imogen growled, “I want your cock, Balar. Stop teasing me.”
He couldn’t help chuckling. “Tease you? I would never,” he said, even as his fingers continued to work her.
Lifting one of her feet, she planted it on his chest. Her pouting little frown was adorable, and Balar’s tail began swishing back and forth to see it.
“Ah,urisá, you know I can never deny you.”
But Balar wouldn’t be truly rushed. Gripping her ankle, he kissed the inside before setting her foot on the bed. He leaned over her, putting his weight on one hand. Sure she watched him, he finally slipped his fingers free, bringing with him a gush of slick. Imogen moaned and Balar shuddered as he fisted his cock, spreading her slick up and down the shaft.
“You’re sure?” He had to know, for he didn’t think he’d be able to stop once he started.
Imogen nodded, one of her hands coming to curl around hisforearm.
My brave kigara.
The breath hissed out of Balar as he guided himself along the seam of her cunt.Ibás, she nearly burned him with her heat. One, two passes of his cockhead along her swollen flesh, a short tease along the underside of her clitoris, but then Balar’s patience ran out.
He watched breathlessly as he fed his cockhead inside her. Pushing gently but steadily past the initial ring of muscle, a groan escaped him as he sank deeper inside.
Beneath him, Imogen trembled. Her nails dug into his forearm, the bite of pain offering him a moment of clarity in his haze of lust. Digging his own claws into the bedding, he made himself hold still.
“Are you all right?” He hardly recognized his voice. It almost sounded like the deep resonance of histuruk.
Licking her lips, Imogen nodded, but Balar wasn’t sure he believed her. Gritting his teeth, clawing back some of that patience, he found her clitoris again and began to stroke it gently with a knuckle.
“Just relax for me,nitlam. Feel me.”
Imogen took a few deep breaths, and one by one, her fingers loosened their grip. “I’m all right,” she murmured.
He was too tall to kiss her like this, so he let his fingers work. To his relief, it didn’t take long before her hips were moving in precious little rolls to meet his touch. Timing it to match his circling fingers, Balar began small, shallow thrusts, going a little deeper every time.
As he watched, little by little, he disappeared inside hiskigarauntil finally—he seated himself to the knot. Balar’s elbow nearly went out from under him as he shuddered, the pleasure intense, sharp. Her warmth surrounded him, gripped him tighter than he thought possible.
Imogen’s hips lifted to meet his, as if she wanted to take more of him.
I’ll give you everything, kigara.
Balar pulled back, enjoying her gasp of regret, only to push back inside. She welcomed him back with a moan he felt all the way down to his cock.
He managed a steady rhythm, but it wasn’t long before his patience snapped for good. Teeth bared, he watched her writhe beneath him with a vicious pleasure, enraptured by how her breasts bounced quicker and quicker as his hips sped up. He captured one in his paw, the hard nipple scraping and branding his palm.
