My cockhead drags across his lips before I push inside. I feel the way his tongue twists around my cock and sucks, the way he hums softly in contentment as he swallows my entire length.
My head drops back as I thrust forward, fucking his face, feeling the sharp tip of his nails piercing my skin. I love the way it feels when he does this, the small pinpricks I see afterward. He always makes me take zitha when we’re done to make sure those gashes repair quickly, and I do it so he’s not in distress, but sometimes I wish he’d let me keep them.
So I could touch them the next day and remember.
I groan as his throat works around me.
“You want this? Tell me.”
I feel him in my mind, a silent affirmation, pleasure pulsing down my spine and between my legs. It’s enough to send me over the edge.
He groans as he swallows continuously, sucking me dry. My body twitches, my moans soft and desperate until he finallypulls away, sitting back on his haunches and peering up at me. He has a bit of cum lingering on his bottom lip, and I can’t help but reach down and push it into his mouth.
He takes my entire finger, his tongue sweeping over it.
“You want me to get you off?” I ask, an idea forming in my mind.
I glance down and see his huge monster dick between his legs. The tip is wet, poking out from the silk waistband. My mouth waters, wanting to bring him as much pleasure as he’s brought me.
He nods, and I point to the right.
“On the couch then, baby.”
He moves swiftly, flopping back, his body far too big for the small sofa. I need to get another, I think as I rush to the bedroom and grab something I purchased recently. A vibrating wand, shaped a little like a dildo, but thinner. It was made by a sex toy company that’s just starting out, and I’ve been holding onto it, wanting to use it.
It’s slim and shiny, the vibrations starting as I hold it in my hand. This is going to be so much fun. I can’t wait to modify this for Vyastil use.
When he sees the toy in my hand, his trill grows desperate, his claws digging into the side of the sofa. I’ve given up on trying to make it look nice. There are so many tears and scratches on it. I now have a cover that I put over it when we have company. But I like it when Cielo is like this, wild and unhinged. Almost feral.
“You want to try this?” I ask, and he nods, his legs spreading as I step between them. We’ve tried a lot of different things so far, each one fun and exciting. I love exploring this with him.
Turning it up, I feel the soft buzz in my hand as I lower it slowly to his straining cock. His panties are soaked, and my mouth waters, wanting to put it in my mouth, but not yet.
I drag the tip of it over his cock, and he arches his hips up, a loud hum hitting my ears, pleasure washing over me.
He loves this. I continue to tease him, dragging the vibrating wand over his cock, drawing shapes on it, making his eyes open and shut as he tries to control himself.
“You look like you want more.”
He nods frantically, his cockhead leaking profusely.
“Mooore.”
“Mm,” I hum, and then I reach down and tug those panties down as far as I can, exposing his slit. My finger drags up the side of it, and he groans, his skin shimmering.
I love pushing my fingers inside of him, feeling the base of his cock, his balls.
We haven’t gotten to fisting yet, but I want that. I want to reach inside of him and make him mindless with pleasure.
He trills as I bring the end of the wand to where my finger is, working him open. When the tip slips in, his mouth parts, his hands clutching onto the sofa arm behind him, his hips thrusting up.
“Moooore.”
“Yeah, baby. I’ll give you more.”
I push the tip in further, and he cries out, a sound I’ve heard him make when he’s shocked and surprised and incredibly turned on.
I sink to my knees, and he groans, mindless with need. I push the wand in further, dragging it along the still-sheathed underside of his cock. It’s pulsing now, the tip dripping. I can’t take it anymore. I fall onto it, my mouth taking in as much of it as I can. Cielo starts to mutter something in Eretharian as I pull him into the back of my throat, swallowing around him. I turn up the wand’s vibrations, dragging up and down his hard length inside of him. He’s shivering, shuddering, his tail weavingaround my wrist, holding it in place, keeping that wand deep inside of him.
