by tumultuous
pleasure.
The eyes that met his beneath thick dark
lashes were pure seduction. “Let me pleasure you, Master. Let me take care of
your needs now.”
He carried one of her hands to the place
where hard cock was imprisoned beneath expensive material. Her fingers curled
around his length, sending a blaze of need through him. But he wasn’t some
fledgling to be trapped in the heat of first desire.
Two could play at this game, though the
outcome was already a certainty when it came to who would win. He didn’t stop
her from stroking his cock, instead he let her test his control, his
determination to reward only good behavior.
Her need grew, translating itself into a
fine sheen of sweat on her skin as she leaned in, rubbing her cheek and lips
against his erection, pressing kisses to it, her breath piercing the fabric of
his trousers as if the material was nonexistent. She grasped the zipper with
her teeth, tugged, but not hard enough to budge it from its position and risk
his calling a halt to the interlude.
Only centuries of finely honed will kept
him from panting, from giving away the true extent of her effect on him when he
ordered her to free his cock. She hastened to comply, the tip of her tongue
darting out to wet her lips as the entirety of her attention went to the organ
jutting from his opened trousers.
Pleasure surged through him at her small
mew of need, at the way her gaze lifted, meeting his in silent pleading to be
allowed to see to his care. And he used the opportunity to remind her that she
was subject to his commands, to reinforce the point so when he next asked her
why she’d sought the human out, she would answer.
“Show your master how thoroughly you desire
him.”
She leaned in, nearly undoing him with the
curl of her hand around his cock, the wet lap of her tongue to his cock head
and the tight press of lips. He fought against panting, against the urgent need
to hurry her.
His fingers speared through her hair, a
concession to her power over him as his buttocks clenched at the sounds she
made as she sucked, constantly laving the tiny slit in his cock head, trying to
elicit the hot rush of semen that would come at his release.
“Deeper,” he growled, fighting the need to
thrust, fisting her beautiful hair, tightening his grip in a show of power and
dominance.
She obeyed, lips and tongue rubbing against
the hidden rings, and the struggle to keep them from becoming obvious took its
toll on him. The insides of his wrists burned in warning, but against the
ecstasy of his mate’s mouth on his cock, sucking, swallowing, giving him her
complete and utter attention, he had no reserves left beyond what was necessary
to remain human in appearance, his penis constrained by magic.
Beneath the sleeves of his shirt, his
mating spurs descended and filled with serum. The rush of experiencing it for
the first time intoxicated him, nearly making him lose control. He moaned, and
that single acknowledgement of pleasure had his mate striving harder to undo
him, as though she would suck both his heart and soul into her being along with
his seed.
He resisted, delaying the inevitable until
he risked becoming dragon in a gathering of humans. And then he came, feeding
her hot jets of semen and reveling in the way she greedily swallowed it down,
her wicked tongue and demanding mouth extending his release.
A purr settled in his chest in the aftermath.
A soul-deep satisfaction that was intensified by the way Summer tended to him,
licking him clean before sending him a glance that both questioned and pleaded
for him to leave his cock exposed.
Impossible. Not when he intended to cuddle
her on his lap. There’d be no way for him to resist the lure of her wet cunt
and parted folds.
A shake of the head conveyed his answer and
she tucked him back into his trousers, but not without using it as an
opportunity to torment him for his decision. Her lips touched his cock in a
lingering goodbye and her fingers
pleasure.
The eyes that met his beneath thick dark
lashes were pure seduction. “Let me pleasure you, Master. Let me take care of
your needs now.”
He carried one of her hands to the place
where hard cock was imprisoned beneath expensive material. Her fingers curled
around his length, sending a blaze of need through him. But he wasn’t some
fledgling to be trapped in the heat of first desire.
Two could play at this game, though the
outcome was already a certainty when it came to who would win. He didn’t stop
her from stroking his cock, instead he let her test his control, his
determination to reward only good behavior.
Her need grew, translating itself into a
fine sheen of sweat on her skin as she leaned in, rubbing her cheek and lips
against his erection, pressing kisses to it, her breath piercing the fabric of
his trousers as if the material was nonexistent. She grasped the zipper with
her teeth, tugged, but not hard enough to budge it from its position and risk
his calling a halt to the interlude.
Only centuries of finely honed will kept
him from panting, from giving away the true extent of her effect on him when he
ordered her to free his cock. She hastened to comply, the tip of her tongue
darting out to wet her lips as the entirety of her attention went to the organ
jutting from his opened trousers.
Pleasure surged through him at her small
mew of need, at the way her gaze lifted, meeting his in silent pleading to be
allowed to see to his care. And he used the opportunity to remind her that she
was subject to his commands, to reinforce the point so when he next asked her
why she’d sought the human out, she would answer.
“Show your master how thoroughly you desire
him.”
She leaned in, nearly undoing him with the
curl of her hand around his cock, the wet lap of her tongue to his cock head
and the tight press of lips. He fought against panting, against the urgent need
to hurry her.
His fingers speared through her hair, a
concession to her power over him as his buttocks clenched at the sounds she
made as she sucked, constantly laving the tiny slit in his cock head, trying to
elicit the hot rush of semen that would come at his release.
“Deeper,” he growled, fighting the need to
thrust, fisting her beautiful hair, tightening his grip in a show of power and
dominance.
She obeyed, lips and tongue rubbing against
the hidden rings, and the struggle to keep them from becoming obvious took its
toll on him. The insides of his wrists burned in warning, but against the
ecstasy of his mate’s mouth on his cock, sucking, swallowing, giving him her
complete and utter attention, he had no reserves left beyond what was necessary
to remain human in appearance, his penis constrained by magic.
Beneath the sleeves of his shirt, his
mating spurs descended and filled with serum. The rush of experiencing it for
the first time intoxicated him, nearly making him lose control. He moaned, and
that single acknowledgement of pleasure had his mate striving harder to undo
him, as though she would suck both his heart and soul into her being along with
his seed.
He resisted, delaying the inevitable until
he risked becoming dragon in a gathering of humans. And then he came, feeding
her hot jets of semen and reveling in the way she greedily swallowed it down,
her wicked tongue and demanding mouth extending his release.
A purr settled in his chest in the aftermath.
A soul-deep satisfaction that was intensified by the way Summer tended to him,
licking him clean before sending him a glance that both questioned and pleaded
for him to leave his cock exposed.
Impossible. Not when he intended to cuddle
her on his lap. There’d be no way for him to resist the lure of her wet cunt
and parted folds.
A shake of the head conveyed his answer and
she tucked him back into his trousers, but not without using it as an
opportunity to torment him for his decision. Her lips touched his cock in a
lingering goodbye and her fingers
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