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Her pupils flared wide, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as he went quiet and waited for her response. Soft lips grazed his fingertips in a light kiss. She tilted her head, her lips at the base of his fingers, and her eyes never left his as her tongue licked up one side of his index finger and down the other. Moving to the crease between his two fingers, she inserted her tongue and licked to the tips. She placed her hands on his and aligned his fingertips to her mouth. The length of them slid into her mouth, her lips resting on his knuckles, before she pulled them out slowly, moaning softly.
If possible, his cock grew even larger, and he could feel droplets of pre-cum leaking out. Her hands reached down to touch him, but he pulled them away, pinning them above her head.
“Uh, uh, a stór, not this time,” he whispered in her ear moments before his lips claimed hers, and for the first time he experienced the taste of her sweet pussy from her equally sweet mouth.
Jezzie hadn’t tasted herself in a long time. Not since she was eighteen and Tommy Higgins, captain of the football team, had eaten her out behind the deserted bleachers with great enthusiasm, if little skill, all the while he’d groaned and praised how she tasted so good.
Curious to know what he’d been going on about, she’d slipped her fingers in next to his tongue to gather some of her juices up and brought them to her lips. Tommy came in his pants within seconds. Later he’d called her disgusting; telling everyone in town there was something wrong with her. It was only after she’d gone home crying to her Aunt that she’d found out boys like Tommy don’t like to finish too soon, and in the 1960s men could be major assholes when it came to a woman’s sexual independence. Thank fuck they’d left that town. She’d found him, years later, beating the shit out of his wife. The look on his face as she’d pulled every emotion from him, except his fear, and ate his soul, was so worth it. The last word to leave his mouth was her name. So sweet. Not.
Tasting herself now, here with Nithe, was a whole new experience. It was hot as fuck, and as she licked his fingers clean she looked into his lust-filled gaze. Her skin tingled with the need to touch him, her hands begged to run over his hard, lean body, her shadows clamored for her to take his cock in her mouth as she had his fingers. A litany of fate and mate, need and want resounded in her head. So, she gave in and slid them down his shirt covered chest, buttons miraculously coming free as she went. But the sexy fucker stopped her, pinned her arms, and took her lips with an urgent fervor that almost tipped her over the edge. Heat sizzled wherever his skin brushed hers, and she rubbed her hard nipples against his chest seeking friction and satisfaction.
“Do those breathtaking beauties want something, Jez? My hands cupping them? Fingers rolling and twisting, perhaps? A playful little slap or two? Or, do they seek my mouth wrapped around them, nipping and sucking until they’re harder than they’ve ever been before, so you can come around my motionless fingers buried deep inside you?”
Incapable of words, she nodded her head, moans of assent leaving her lips. He lifted himself slightly away from her as he trailed his lips along her collarbone and into the crook of her neck where he inhaled deeply and went still.
Jezzie heard his voice in her head as he argued with who she assumed was his dragon. Something about a bond. Nithe forced the majestic beast back from the surface as he insisted now was not the time, not the place. Hearing him in her head was weird, her shadows talking was weird. She assumed it was something to do with her powers coming in, but as Aunt Rai Rai had always said, with her dad being who he was, there really was no way of knowing what was weird and what was normal.
Small nips replaced the kisses of before and as they descended on one nipple her head flew back, she cried out at the firm grip of his lips, the swirl of his tongue, and three large fingers as they plunged deep into her pussy and curled just right.
As she came down from her first orgasm, Nithe was already on the move, his tongue dipped into her navel, kisses covered her abdomen, and she thought she caught a whispered, “someday,” on the non-existent breeze. But considering the power of the orgasm which had just rocked her socks off, she didn’t quite trust her ears.
The moment Nithe removed his fingers, with some difficulty, from her still convulsing wetness her body rebelled, urging him back. Thankfully, she didn’t have long to wait as his thick, wet tongue slid between her labia. The tip circled her clitoris, and a roughness grazed the sensitive nub, shooting sparks of lust through her. Never had a tongue felt so fucking good, or so thick.
Looking down she caught Nithe’s eyes on her as his tongue continued flicking between teasing her clit and sliding along the length of her very wet pussy. Thick at the base and the majority of the length it tapered toward the end, where it came to a point.
Sorry, a stór, but I can’t help it. My dragon insists on being part of this. Trust me, he never has before, and I cannot deny him this, he’s waited so long. Do you want to see it? Nithe’s words were spoken directly into her head.
Jezzie nodded, curious to know what was going on. Nithe’s head rose, his mouth opened and out unfurled the sexiest fucking dragon tongue she’d ever seen, albeit smaller than a fully shifted one, which would probably be bigger than her whole body. It wasn’t like she’d seen any real ones before, but she’d seen her fair share of history books. Her aunt owned quite a few tomes on nearly every OtherRealm species. Nithe’s definitely didn’t disappoint. The colors were beautiful, dark blue, purple, and green at the tip to match his flames. She could not stop the moan that fled her lips, or the tightening of her thighs around his torso.
See something you like, my dear? he teased.
“Yes, Ni, I do. Please fuck me! Fuck me now!”
Oh, Jez. I wish I could, but not here in this place, not the first time. When my cock pushes its way into the tight sheath of your pussy for the first time . . .
“Not with your cock, Ni, not this time. Fuck me with that sexy tongue of yours. Impale me on it, as far as it will go. I want you so far inside me you can feel me coming like a waterfall around your tongue as my muscles grip it in place. I want to ride your face the same way I’ll one day ride that drool worthy cock of yours.” She reached out her hand toward him, and he licked her palm with the rough surface. “We’ll get back to the whys and how’s another time though. I have a feeling I need to know everything about you, dragon boy.” Her voice was full of lust and urgency. “No more talking. Just please, face fuck my starved pussy,” she begged.
Holy fuck, the man did not disappoint. The minute she stopped talking he went to work. His fingers spread her wide, and he circled her clit again and dragged his tongue down to her opening. He teased her at first, as he dipped the tip in and out, grazing her walls with each exploration. Her whimpers filled the air as she begged for more. She wasn’t embarrassed, just desperate to be filled. By him, and only him, in the moment no one else existed except Nithe.
Just when she thought the torment would send her insane, his tongue thrust forward, deep into her pussy, and stretched her wide, the rough glide along her desire slicked walls sent ripples of pleasure through her overloaded body. She was so close to coming she felt stuck on a precipice. Move and shatter, or hold still and trust him to push her over the edge.
“Holy fuck!” she screamed. “Oh my, oh gosh, oh yes! YES!” Nithe’s tongue started to undulate slowly, building up speed and rhythm as it pushed her to completion. The sounds of her orgasm echoed through the dome as waves of exquisite pleasure crashed over her. The feel of Nithe’s warm, freshly spilled seed on her thigh as he rose up her body and curled himself against her side brought a smile to her sex slackened features. For the first time in a long time she felt peaceful.
A sound drifted toward her, just monsters again. They were safe in the dome, they could rest for a while. But, it didn’t stop, it got louder. She looked up toward the large rocks on the other side of the barrier, and her mouth fell open as she squealed and jumped over Nithe to hide behind his back. Her wings offered no protection for her nudity, apparently having retracted at some point during her little trip to OrgasmoLand, so much better than a theme park.
It seemed they had an audience, and judging by the hoots, hollers, and applause, they’d certainly enjoyed the Jezzie and Nithe show.
Just her fucking luck.
Chapter 22
“What the fuck is it with guys standing around watching me get off? Can’t a girl ride out the big O without a fucking audience? I’m so done! Nope, no more. It’s definitely ass kicking time!” Exasperation threaded through her words as she hid her heated face against Nithe’s back. Why? Why her? At least they seemed to have enjoyed the show, but seriously?
“Who’s been watching you? No one should be watching you, except me.” The growl in Nithe’s voice was more feral dragon than reasonable man as he rolled, wrapped one arm around her, and placed a finger under her chin.
“My treasure, my precious,” he spoke in dragon, but she understood him clearly despite never learning the dialect fluently.
Aunt Rai Rai had been determined to teach her as many OtherRealm languages as possible, but only a few of them had really taken root and stuck around for more than a few months. Dragon hadn’t been one of them, though. As a child Aunt Rai Rai had made a list of all possible angel traits she might one day inherit, a universal translator built into her brain was one of them, so it wasn’t too big of a surprise. But still, what the fuck was up with the possessive alpha shit?
