Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Naked before him, I let my gaze wander to his torn and bloody shirt. Noting how soft it was, how good it must smell, I demanded he give it to me.
I had just the place for it.
Then I demanded the rest of his clothing, realizing my beautiful nest lacked scent.
I knew just where to get what I needed. Brazen, my hand came to his stiff cock, catching the pointed tip so I might stroke its accordion-like segments from tip to base, growling deeply as my drumming enticed. “I want your cum on it.”
May he spray his fluid everywhere, so that, as I rolled atop my nest, I might find his scent in every corner.
He caught my wrist, his eyes rolling into his skull as he panted. Muscles in his neck straining, he threw back his head, and a beautifully perfumed bead of creamy fluid spilled from the slit of his spear-like tip.
This was different than what I had seen offered from him in the past. Enchanted, I asked for more. We moved my touch together over his straining, waving cock, as more came dripping, slippery and hot to ease the slide of my palm over his flesh.
The nest was forgotten as my knees hit the floor. Mouth open, I watched him spill a few more glowing drops of utter temptation.
I whined.
Salivated.
Breathless, he ordered me to “Lick.”
Yes. That was what I wanted. Despite my tight grip, his monster stretched toward my lips, drips of perfection dotting my tongue until his beast surged forward to fill my mouth, where the tip flared in warning that it would not be removed.
Shocked, whatever drug this new fluid was laced with filled my cheeks until I had to swallow or choke. Down my throat, it ran like thick syrup, the fire in my belly blazing into an inferno. To assure I took it all, Cyderial fixed his hand on the back of my skull, encouraging me with words of praise while I stared wide-eyed at the beast who finally felt my mouth on his cock.
And sucked for more.
His free hand, my hands, we worked him instinctively, until I grew woozy from lack of air. Yet I would have drank deeper had he not fisted my hair and pulled me away.
“Enough. Now you eat.”
Oh, I would eat all right. The flesh right off his bones if he didn’t get in the nest and fuck me until I screamed.
To punctuate my point, a wave of pure fire burned a line from my pelvis to my skull, the cry I made not one of pain but one of need. “If you do not put yourself inside me right now, I will never forgive you.”
I had drunk enough of him to be satisfied, my insides churning as spasms left me sagging to hands and knees. Distended belly dropping to the floor as my pelvis angled so he might enter, I presented, sad I was not on my nest but certain it had to be now.
Compassion was given. Cyderial scooped me from my fawning bow and laid me on my beautiful nest, spreading my legs as wide as they might go. With hooded eyes, I watched him climb over me, whimpering when the tip of his cock found my swollen slit.
I angled my hips to invite him in.
A flared, spear-like tip parted my entrance, worming its way inside.
That first stretch and I was already crying out something like a release. But it wasn’t orgasm. I wished it were, for it kept monstrously growing as he borrowed deeper.
This was where the plug would be impelled to loosen, where what was left in me would flood out over his slithering cock and leave a puddle beneath me to perfume my nest.
Hands to his perfect rear-end, I urged him to impale me fully and ease my need, but he remained half-sleeved, eyes focused as his squirming cock wriggled and poked.
Another segment made its way inside me, a strange stretch beginning to add a stinging prick to the ecstasy that left me bucking like one possessed.
The plug was not releasing. No flood of fluid was set free. Yet his cock was burrowing itself through internal muscles convulsing like mad.
Yet he worked another segment where there was no room.
“You’re so tight.”
As if to relax me, lips came to my mouth. A playful tongue engaged, but I did not want to play. I needed him to fuck his way inside me, rooted deep as he could go.
Clawing his ass, I tried to pull him into the cradle of my hips.
And was denied.
His mouth moving over mine, he tormented me soundly, ignoring my piercing talons, undulating just enough that I didn’t start snarling in frustration.
Another segment stretched my seam, tears coming to my eyes that he would not just rip through whatever barrier kept him out.
Angling my hips as if that might ease the pressure, I whined, “Why isn’t the plug moving?”