“Patience. I feel your hesitance. Let me help you.” This man, who is sculpted like a Greek god, lies next to me, holding me, and places the gentlest kiss on my lips. There’s pressure again at my entrance. Assuming it’s his finger, I press, hoping he’ll insert it inside me. Except, it doesn’t want to fit. That’s when I realize—it’s his tail. “Shh, it’s going to feel good, I promise,” he says in response to my wide eyes.
And like an idiot, I trust him.
His fingers rub my clit. His tail…I don’t know, it’s pressed against me, that same tingling sensation on my thigh now insideme. That same desire to grind against him hits me. He sees the look in my eyes. “Go ahead, princess. Try it. Milk it.”
This time when he calls me princess, my pride swells. I let myself pretend that I am, in fact, a princess, and this is my right to seek my pleasure against any part of him I want.
And by gods, it feels so good.
“That’s it. Almost there. Keep going.” I don’t know what he’s talking about. But I like his encouragement. The tip of his tail makes it farther inside, not much, but enough that I feel full—so full.
A desire of wildness rushes through me and I grind hard against him. His tail releases inside me. My gasp at the unexpected sensation turns into a full orgasm in an instant. I clench hard against his hard tail, sure that I’ll break the structure. Sting tugs my hair and kisses me hard. No more gentleness from either of us. No more timidity. I am on fire in the best possible way.
My orgasm lingers. An aftershock? I don’t know, but I keep riding his stinger, unable to imagine sex any other way after this.
“That’s my good girl. That’s it, princess. Let me fill you up.” Sting whispers sweet things in between kissing me. I don’t say anything. I’m nothing but primal pants and need.
When my body seems to settle, he pulls out. It’s the first time I’ve seen the bulbous tip of his tail look deflated. The sight of it makes me smile. I did that. It looks so rigid, I assumed it was an exoskeleton of sorts, but this indicates something different, but I’m not sure what.
“How do you feel?” Sting asks, a smug look on his face. I shake my head, unwillingly to even attempt words. He holds me and I let him as I assess my pieces and parts.
Everything is stretched and tingling in the most delightful way. I’ve never had such a powerful orgasm before. I’m almost lightheaded from it. Arms over my head, legs straight out, I stretch, tensing every muscle, then releasing.
That’s all it takes. I sit up and push Sting onto his back so I can straddle him. Desire and need course through me. All I can think is that I want more. If this is what it feels like to be worshipped, I never want to leave this bed.
“Are you ready?” I ask as I stroke his cock in my hand. Now it’s his turn for his breath to catch at the sensation of being played with. I run my thumb around the top of his cock, spreading his pre-cum.
He nods, and I demand he say the words. “Yes, Hyacinth. I’m ready for you.”
And with those delicious words, I sit atop his cock until he’s fully inside me.
Chapter 12
Sting
Stars erupt in front of my eyes, surrounding Hyacinth’s face in an angelic, mystical glow. I could die now and be completely satisfied with my time here on Earth. This woman is more than anything I’ve ever dreamed of. Her small, strong hands rest on my chest, one covering my mate mark—our mate mark.
With each thrust, her breath hitches, causing my heart to sputter in delight. Her slick channel holds me so well, pulsing around me, milking me for all I’m worth.
Reaching up with unsteady hands, I tuck her hair behind her ear, then pull her into me so I can suck on her delectable bottom lip. Her breasts brush against me, and my hands become frantic, trying to savor all of her. I can’t contain all the happiness molecules inside me.
“You are beautiful, Princess,” I say in a huff of pleasure. She groans against my mouth. Pausing us, squeezing her thighs to stop her motion, I make her look me in the eyes. “I know you don’t want to be called ‘princess,’ but you are. You deserve all the jewels, all the praise, all the joy that comes with being a princess. If you want to care for stray animals and roast agave with me,I would be honored. If you want to work as a vet tech, paint watercolor sunsets, become a cocktail mixologist, I’m happy as long as you’re happy. As long as you’re in my bed at night. Let me make you my princess. Please.”
On theplease,I squeeze tighter. Her mouth drops open in slow-motion, a half-sigh-half-moan escaping those perfect lips. “That’s it,” I say, encouraging her through her second orgasm. “Take your pleasure.”
With that permission granted, she does, grinding her clit hard against me, even as she clenches my cock with enough strength to pull my release from me.
I proudly roar her name as pleasure pumps through me, my mate mark pulsing with heat and pleasure. We are both soon puddles as her arms give out and she splays across me. Our hearts beat in sync against our chests.
“I need an anatomy lesson. What’s hitting my ass?” Hyacinth asks in a pant as she regains cognizance of her surroundings.
“Knot,” I grunt out, realizing I should have warned her. Her eyes, pupils blown, grow even larger as she bites her lip and lets the one word and the sensation against her sweet bottom sink in.
“Ohhhh,” she breathes out, pushing up onto he arms again. With that split moment action, I know she’s going to roll off me, and that’s okay. We’ll leave the knot for another experience, another day. But then she surprises me as she wiggles her ass against my knot, easing herself down onto it, with much more patience than when she sat on my cock.
Helping her with little pulses, she takes me. All of me. And I am now a new man. Once she is situated all the way, I come again, praising her the whole time as she pants through the sensations of my knot pulsing within her.
A mix of aphrodisiac venom and cum have leaked out of her. I dip my fingers in it and paint her breasts, only then to wash them clean with my mouth.
