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I lashed my tongue up Estrayuh’s thigh, collecting myahz, and plunged it deep in her slippery hole. Curling it so it dragged along the spot I’d found that made her gush like alenvang soungaif I rubbed it just right, I pulled my tongue out, lapped up more of myahz, and fed it to her hungry cunt.

“Oh, fukk!” Estrayuh wailed, pulsing around my tongue.

The feel of her—always wet and hot—so slick and sloppy drove me wild. My claws sank deep, my tongue pumped, and I lost myself to the selfish ecstasy of feeling her, hearing her, smelling her come again and again.

Estrayuh’s legs spasmed, knocking me aside. I snarled, pinning her in place so she couldn’t interfere with my feast. Then I finally heard what she was saying.

She’d been chanting “oh fukk” and “oh gawd” in between the screams and whimpers, but now she gasped, sobbing.

“Stop! Please, too much,oh gawd,” she cried. “Please, please, please, no more. No more!”

For a moment I paused, horrified. Then I rushed to my feet, caught her legs over my forearms, and drove my cock deep into her spasming cunt.

Nolellek, no stop.

Slam! Slam! Slam!I plunged into her hard and fast, my strokes relentless. Estrayuh’s cries were wordless now, high, broken sounds that turned into grunts every time I bottomed out. I bent forward, gathering her tears on my tongue like precious berries. The movement spread her legs wider, and I tilted my hips, grinding against her tender bud with each downward stroke.

Estrayuh spasmed. I caught her head just before it slammed into the tree. Her eyes snapped wide, unfocused and staring, then rolled back into her head. She fell limp—everywhere except her flooding, squeezing cunt.

I groaned, laid a hand on her belly, and pushed deep, filling it with my devotion.

Chapter 39

Estrella

Icurled into the bed cushion, sore, but feeling very much like the cat that got the cream. I was definitely over being abducted. Twice was more than enough for one lifetime. But since that’s what it’d taken to get Zaf to finally let his freak flag fly, well...I wasn’t going to thank Arvel. Fuck that. But I couldn’t be too upset about it, either. Especially since things had worked out—from my perspective, at least.

That scene with Zaf had been so fucking hot. When he’d tongue-fucked his cum back into me...I pressed my thighs together as my pussy clenched. Coming until I passed out had been pretty excellent stress relief, too. I desperately hoped Litha and Revik would take Zaf’s accomplishment as a challenge, the way Zaf and Revik had when I’d managed it with Litha.

But, more than the orgasms, I treasured the trust Zaf had shown me. I’d known he was holding back, of course. And even why. He was a good man who prided himself on his kindness and empathy. A healer. Wanting to tear me up had thrown him for a loop. Getting turned on by it had been even worse.

I was more than happy to reassure him—as often as needed—that his desires were perfectly okay with my kinky ass.

He padded in on big, silent feet, finally finished with his security sweep—the second since we’d gotten to the den. After he’d fucked me half to death, he’d carried me home, stopping only to tenderly wash me at the river before tucking me into bed and going out to make sure no monsters lurked in waiting.

I rolled, holding my arms out to him, a smile playing about the corners of my mouth as I felt slickness drip down my ass. Zaf had washed my body thoroughly, removing all traces of dirt and blood...except for between my thighs. He’d insisted I keep them pressed tightly together, even growled at me when I spread my legs a little to keep from falling on my ass in the river.

I’d put my foot down, telling him that this whole breeding kink thing was super hot, but I wasn’t about to get a UTI. He’d “compromised” by “allowing” me to take a piss, rinsing me gently, and warning me that if I opened my legs again before he gave me permission, he was going to tie them shut.

It was tempting to spread them now, to get him riled up and find out what Teterayuh-style bondage looked like, but a fine trembling had started in my fingers. I’d put it off with the sex, but I was sliding towards an adrenaline crash, and more than anything, I wanted a cuddle.

Zaf slipped into bed, rolling me on top of him as he preferred. Normally, I’d crook one leg up and he’d pet my thigh until we fell asleep. This time, he cradled me between his legs, wrapping both them and his arms around me and holding me close.

My entire being exhaled. I’d just started to drift off when his whisper reached my ears.

“You don’t think less of me?”

“Of course not,” I mumbled into his chest.

“You’re not...frightened of me?” he pressed, after a long moment of silence that had me nodding off again.

I sighed, rolling my head up to look at him. “Zaf, baby, I’m about to fall asleep on you. You don’t scare me. You make me feel safe. And very wanted.”

His eyes warmed, like sunshine breaking through the clouds.

I reached up with one finger and booped him on the nose. “I fucked myself with a knife to get your attention, silly man. What exactly made you think I was a delicate flower?”

He grinned and flicked me back with the tip of his long tongue. “Well, you do have beautiful petals...”

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