My head tilts, and I spread my legs a little more, allowing my dick to appear. It is easy when Dante is so close.
Dante’s mouth parts, and he exhales shakily. I think this means he likes what he sees.
And I know he does because he says, “Fuck, I like that. You’re so hot. All those ridges in my ass…”
My ears flutter at the compliment, and the thought that one day his tiny hole could take my large cock, excites me. It makes me feel that telltale tingling I get before my rut. I don’t know if it is possible, but I’m sure Everest will know. I will have to ask.
When I’m mostly exposed, he lifts a trembling hand and meets my gaze.
“I’m going to put this on you. I promise it will feel good.”
“Yessss.”
His eyes move back to my dick, and a moment later, the sleeve glides onto me. My claws come out at the sensation of being squeezed like that.
“Do you like it?” he asks when the head of my dick is through the opening.
“Yessss,” I choke out, my eyes closing tight.
“I love that you’re naturally lubricating. It’s so hot.”
He twists his wrist and then pulls it almost all the way off me, making my hips arch up off the bed, a trill picking up in the back of my throat.
“Shit, you like that?”
“Yes!” I say in Eretharian. I look at him, taking in the sight of him on his knees before me, his hand shuttling that thing slowly over my cock. It’s making everything inside of me malfunction.My ears are fluttering, my tail tightening and loosening, my claws popping in and out from the tips of my fingers.
“God, so hot…can I…I want to kiss you.”
That will only make it better.
I nod, and he crawls up onto my lap, his legs on either side of my thighs as he continues to work that tight sleeve up and down my shaft. It is making me wild, making something inside of me start to crack.
My hands move to his waist, a growl stirring in my throat. I do not want to hurt him, but I want him closer.
I pull him in, our lips connecting, and he does not stop his assault on my tender dick. He moves the sleeve up and down until I am shaking and I can’t see straight. Our tongues tangle, like the vines that crawl up the side of the castle. He tastes sweet like the nectar from the segyn plants.
My tongue snakes farther down his throat, making him swallow around me.
I want to take him, to make him mine.
It is almost too much. He’s too hard to resist.
He’s moaning now, his hips arching with each thrust of his hand down my dick, and I am mindless with it all. He is perfect.
Heismine.
When I come, it is on a cry, my entire body tensing as waves of ecstasy pulse through me. My release is endless, my seed spilling out of me in streams, and when I come down from it, I see that I have made a mess of Dante.
It is all over him, his thighs, his hands, his stomach.
He stares down at it, too, his fingers touching my cum. “Holy fuck. I take it you liked that?”
I manage a small nod, my throat suddenly dry.
“Well, I may need to clean up, and you know…get off. Again. Jesus. That was so hot.”
“Yes. Geeebuz.”
