Page 93 of Feral

Slowly, so I could drink my fill of the sight of her writhing with need, I slipped one finger into her dripping cunny. A high pitched keen left her throat and I watched, making sure she was enjoying it.

“More…more.”

With a grin, I slipped in another, her tight walls gripping me as I pumped in and out of her. My tongue continued to work her clit, dragging little mewls and cries from her.

There was one thing I’d always wanted to try though, one thing I couldn’t do with Silvia, and I knew that my Daphne would love it. So in spite of her sobbing protests, I withdrew my tongue and fingers.

“Patience,” I crooned. “I’ll make you feel good.”

My thumb found the rhythm she liked against her pearl and I grinned up at her, craving her reaction of what I was about to do. Her whispered purrs of appreciation were cut off when I delved my long, thick tongue into her cunny. I groaned against her. The taste was intense now, and I was parched for it. Within moments of my tongue curling and twisting inside of her, Daphne cried out with each exhale and began to fuck my face with wild abandon. I had done this to her, I had released this wild, wanton female. And she wasmine.

It all snapped the tenuous leash I had on my ferocious needs. With every savage thrust, I was begging to taste her release, to know that I had given her pleasure in my true form. No masks, no hiding.

When at last she came apart on my tongue, I feasted on every drop until she was begged me to stop.

“Too much…too much.”

Carefully, I withdrew, lapping up the last bit of her cum with gentle lashes.

“Fraser,” she whispered and reached for me.

It didn’t matter that she’d let go of the headboard before I told her to. I was helpless not to respond to her silent plea for me to come to her. In that moment I realized that I would give her the beating heart from my chest if she asked for it.

My true mate, my Daphne.

The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I held them back. I wasn’t ready to admit that yet, to risk scaring her off.

I stretched out over her luscious body, so much smaller than mine. The slide of her soft skin against my bare chest was sheer heaven. When her fingers ran through the fur on my sides and hips I rolled my head back, utterly lost in the touch of her hands. She was my master, the only one I wanted to please. When her hand grazed my tail I let out a low howl and bucked my hips forward, my weeping crown just slightly entering her wet cunny and I thought I’d die. She was so hot, so tight. What would it feel like to have my knot in her, to fill her with my seed over and over again? Would she want that? Would she want to be locked with me?

“Your tail?” she asked.

All I could do was nod because she was gripping it tightly. Not all of us had sensitive tails when it came to sex, but I did and, much like pleasuring her with my tongue, I had never been able to explore tail play with Silvia or know what it was like to have her take my knot. So many parts of myself that I’d locked away as if they weren’t important, weren’t a vital part of me.

She never really knew me at all. But my Daphne, she does.

Suddenly I longed to expose everything to her. My love for tail play, my desire to breed her, to feel my knot slip into her and stay locked in her wet heat while I spilled myself into her.

She watched me as she slowly ran her hand down my tail. Her arms were too short to reach the root of it, and that was something we’d have to explore later because I was not ready to change positions. I was still just inside of her and the amount of self-control it was taking to not plunge in the rest of the way had me shaking.

Then Daphne rolled her hips up and took me in a little more. I let out a longer howling growl and gave my hips a small shove forward. Her hand stilled on my tail and her eyes fluttered.

“Oh my god,” the last word came out guttural and it almost undid me. “More…please, Fraser.”

I was panting, my tongue lolling out to the side a little, my control slipping as she kept moving under me, the head of my cock slipping in and out of her.

“D-Daphne…if you…I want…”

She grabbed my face between her hands and made me look at her.

“Fuck me, Fraser. Please.”

And that’s when I realized I wasn’t wearing a rubber.

“Wait,” I began to pull out.

“I take the shot,” her face flushed as she looked me in the eyes and said, “I want to feel your cum inside of me.”

My self-control snapped like a dry twig.

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