"Ah, please, yes." I arch my back, pushing into the sensation.
"Yours may be the prettiest pussy I've ever seen or tasted." Merry says it with near reverence, continuing to finger fuck me at a steady pace. She drops and suckles my clit, sending shooting pleasure skyrocketing even faster toward where I want to go.
The waves of sexual power we're creating practically roar in my ears, and I could drink it all and not leave a drop. I start to drink again, trying very hard to go slow. To not swallow it all. I don't want to hurt Merry, but oh gods, I need to feed. I need to come. I need everything and I need it right now.
My internal muscles flex along with my abdomen as I gasp. I'm so close. I'm so fucking close.
I drink deeply.
A painful yank at my throat stops me.
Too much, again.
I blink. Talon's glower is deeper, darker than usual, and I don't know if it's because I'm near losing control or because he is.
"You said you like toys." Talon's voice is gravelly.
Merry stops. "Yeah, in my purse. Would you be so kind?"
Again, he's being asked to participate. Talon does as she asks, grabbing her bag. He touches what’s inside before pulling back. It’s what he does to test if he can touch something without scorching it. Whatever it is passes the test, so he reaches in again only to pull out a sizable two-sided dildo. My throat goes dry seeing the size of it. I clench in need and anticipation.
Merry sits on her heels, creating space around me. "Why don't you just slide it on in there for her?" A wicked smile curves her lips as she gives Talon the go ahead.
Panic, fear, and need grip me all at once. We've never done this.
Talon watches. He protects. He doesn't get involved. I see the same mix of reactions in his eyes as he freezes, likely trying to figure out what he should do.
But I want it. Caution is long gone with him so near. I'm desperate to come, and with Merry right there, rhythmically fingering herself, stimulating herself and waiting for a little show. This is exciting her.
I widen my legs even farther, tilting my hips upward. "Please."
Blazing orange sparks flash in Talon's eyes which causes a shiver to roll through my body. His grip on the sex toy tightens and he steadies one palm on the bed, careful not to touch me as he presses it to my entrance.
It's not just a sex toy.
It's not just a regular feeding, even as I sip more of Merry's arousal.
This isTalon. This is the man I dream of every night, pushing a thick ribbed toy into me. To keep from instinctively reaching up and burying my fingers in his hair, I claw at the sheets under me. The magnetism I need to fight breaks my heart, but I also want this more than anything.
"Give her a couple pumps," Merry directs.
The fear in Talon's eyes is so real, it might as well be my own. Crouched over but not touching me, he drags the toy out before driving it in again, filling me almost to the point of pain.
It's so fucking damn good. It may be the best. Simply because it's him giving me this feeling. Of course, I don't feel even a drop of sexual energy from him to feed on. We are null and void to each other in that respect but in no other. He slides it in a second time.
A shuddering breath escapes him, and his skin and scales glisten with a sheen of sweat that wasn't there five minutes ago.
Then he's across the room. Distance spreading between us with a cold discomfort I instantly hate, because it feels like a rejection yet again.
The feeling is erased as soon as Merry maneuvers herself on the other end of the toy. We gyrate with push and pull, needing, wanting more. The room brims with sex, and I drink.
Merry rubs my clit with quick, jerky motions. I fly apart in bright hot sparks, coming hard and fast.
A waterfall of shudders grips my pussy, as I choke out a scream, the same time I drink Merry in, satiating myself on every level.
I ignore the yank at my throat. I keep coming. I keep feeding.
"Aura."
