Khay
She makes a delicious sound, half of annoyance, half of wanton arousal. I taste her slick with a decadent roll of my tongue, taking her deliciously rounded buttocks in my hands. When she fails to speak, I pull back to give her a moment, admiring the contrast between the warm tone of her skin and the cool gray of mine. My palms encompass her curves perfectly, and I dig in the tips of my claws just a little to see how her plumpness dents under my touch.
Lovely.
“All right, all right,” Caliane huffs, a hitch in her voice. “Don’t you dare stab me with your claws.”
I hum under my breath, kneading her ass with pleasure, and she describes the scene again, a strain in her voice. The table creaks as she does her best to stay still and controlled. I didn’t know it was this rickety, but that makes it even better. I undo my belt and free my cock, palming it with a sigh.
“Good,” I murmur, pressing my mouth to where she’s the slickest so I can suck the wetness straight from the source. “Keep talking.”
“The guard is changing,” she chokes out when I suck her clit into my mouth and roll it under my tongue, the little bit of flesh pulsing with her need. “The guards… manning the main keep door… salute. They stand down. And four… Four new ones take over. Fuck!”
I laugh, the sound muffled because I refuse to let go now that I have her right where I want her. Caliane moans, and it’s loud and greedy.
“Oh, n-no,” she whispers, shaking. “S-someone looked up. C-can they see me? Khay!”
“They can’t—I checked. But theycanhear you, so be quiet, my lady.”
Unlike my queen, I don’t mind being heard when I fuck her, so I moan with pleasure when I suck her spasming flesh into my mouth. I allow her to feel the faintest edge of teeth, barely a prickle, and she comes for me with a loud, broken scream. Pleasure and shock rock through her body, and the table tips precariously to one side before it slams back to all four legs with a thud.
“Nowthatthey definitely heard.” I don’t even try to hold back a grin. My queen is silent, panting from exertion. I stand up and push inside her, giving her just two piercings for now. She chokes on her breath and moans. It sounds like she’s in pain. I push her dress higher up until the folds of fabric gather around her upper ribs, and stroke down her spine, making soft, soothing noises.
“Shh, my lady. It’s just my cock, nothing bad. Will you be generous and take it for me? I’m but your humble subject, giving you the best part of me, hmm? It would be impolite not to accept it. Positively rude.”
“Khay!” My name comes out as a garbled whine, not at all queenly.
I grin and thrust in, giving her two more piercings. Her pussy stretches for me, glistening and taut. Birthing children made Caliane more flexible, so she takes us with more ease, but it still requires effort.
“I’m right here, my diamond. Right where you need me.”
I fuck her slowly with half my shaft, my eyes glued to the sight. It never ceases to rile me up, her swollen flesh yielding to my thick cock pumped purple with blood. It’s lewd and obscene, and when I thrust deeper, feeding her an inch of cock that hasn’t been inside her yet, and then pull out to see the previously dry skin glisten with her arousal, my balls draw up in bliss. I groan, gripping her hips, and stop moving so I don’t come right away.
“You’re so fuckable, little diamond. I love being inside you. Here.”
I reach around her hip and press my blunt-clawed middle finger to her clit. She throws her head like a frightened animal, and I rub slow circles, fucking her with even thrusts. I itch to give her all of me, but my queen aches and throbs around my pierced dick. I’ll give her more time.
“T-told you it would t-take longer than… fifteen minutes…”
“If you have enough strength to complain, I must be doing it wrong.”
I pull out almost completely and pinch her clit. She gasps, fumbling, and I drive in, hard but not balls deep yet. Her lips are pressed shut, and still her cry of shocked pleasure rings loud. I fuck her harder, mercilessly fondling her until she shakes so hard, I think she’ll fall.
I lean in and press my teeth to her shoulder as if to bite down. Caliane cries out and loses her balance, and I grab her, taking us both down to the floor. I sit hard, and she lands in my lap, my cock seated deep. I curse when I bottom out, her heat huggingme up to my balls, and she comes hard, squeezing me tighter even as gasping sobs wrack her frame.
“Good, little diamond?”
She gives me a little nod. Perfect. I push down on her belly, where my cock protrudes through her skin and muscle. She makes a strangled sound of agony, and I sprawl my free palm on the floor to brace myself. Pressing firmly on her belly, I thrust, almost coming undone from how good it feels.
“Damn, Caliane,” I rasp, moving faster even through the burn in my thighs. “Fuck. Come for me again. I have to feel it. Come on. Drench me in those juices.”
I push down harder, and she jerks her head back against my chest with a howl that’s utterly demonic. The heat, the friction, the tightness—it’s all enough to make me go mad if I don’t come. It’s agony to hold back, but there are better things in store for those who wait.
Like my queen squirting her orgasm all over me when I force her flesh to yield.
She shakes, sounding like an incoherent pet that communicates in grunts and moans. My cock moves under my hand, half gripped by my palm. I thrust harder and harder, forcing her to take me even as her tears wet her breasts and my palm covering her belly.
“Come on. I need you. My perfect love. Come on.”
