“I can’t take it.” She writhed against the tree.
“You can and you will.” My hands that held her waist gripped tighter, pushing her into the trunk to hold her still.
“I can’t—”
“Come for me, Vivian.”
“Theo, I—”
“You can do it, darling.”
“Fuck!”
Another wave of pulsing choked my fingers, her body struggling against my hold as she rode the waves of her orgasm. I rubbed the wetness that came from her into the skin of her upper thigh, bathing her in the cum I was about to lick off her body.
Vivian’s thrashing was quickly slowing, her body turning to putty in my hands. Little did she know this was only her warm-up. If she wanted a quick orgasm, she’d have to find another species, because Quadmos were greedy lovers.
“You’re doing so well,” I praised, withdrawing a hand to grab her ankle. “But you aren’t done.”
With ease, I lifted her second leg over my other shoulder, supporting her bottom with my palms. I loved the way she filled my hands. Using my upper arms, I lifted her dress over my head, closing my eyes and suffocating myself in her pheromones. My tongue found the first drop of excitement by her knee and traced its path up her inner thigh. Sweet and slightly tart, just like the berries in her field. But more potent. Addictive.
“Your tongue is rough,” she moaned, grabbing the back of my head through the fabric.
“All of me is.”
I reached two arms out of her dress and pulled her breasts free of the low neckline, tracing her nipples with my ribbed thumbs to get my point across. All four hands full of her curves, I reveled in how pleasing she was to hold onto as my tongue lapped at her inner thigh. We’d made quite the mess, and I always cleaned up after myself. It made me a good hitman, bartender, and lover.
Once her thighs were rid of her cum, I rubbed my cheek against the fur of her pussy, marking myself. She whimpered and rolled her hips against my jaw. So eager to be eaten after losing our little chase.
“Will you lick methere… please?”
How polite of her to ask. And how could I say no? My tongue fell out of my mouth, and I delved into her lips. Shivers ran down my back. No taste would ever compare. I tried minding my sharp teeth as I licked her cunt repeatedly, exploring what my eyes were yet to see with my tongue. She wasn’t twitching uncomfortably in response to the licks, so I focused my tongue’s attention on her clit. I let go of one breast and snaked my arm back under her dress, pushing two fingers inside of her warmth.
“Every drop of your cum is going directly onto my tongue for the rest of the night.” I murmured against her fur.
“The rest of the night?” Her voice was breathless.
“I won’t be finished with you until you pass out, darling.”
“But… our stuff? The protective charms.”
“I dare something to come anywhere near you tonight.” I snarled at the idea. “I’m going back to licking yourcunt now, and all I want to hear is how good it feels. Save your breaths, Little Goddess. You’re going to need them.”
Vivian
Where are our things?
I woke up inside the familiar circle of jars. It must have been a dream. A soul altering dream of pleasure and floating in an ethereal turquoise void.
With the blue glow gone, it’d be so easy to dismiss it all as a fantasy. That is, itwouldbe, if not for the strange ache between my thighs thatdefinitelydidn’t come from all the walking yesterday.
How had I gotten to that point? Pinned, spread, and limp against a tree with Theo disappeared under my dress.
I’d woken up alone and—in my drowsy panic—left to find him, discovering his body stretched out face down in the grass. I thought he was hurt—or maybe sleeping—but then I saw his hips pulsing. Heard the familiar bass of his voice…moaning.
I’d wanted to slip myself underneath him and replace his hands, but no part of me was comfortable inviting myself into the mix. So, I simply stood there. And watched. I’d never seen a man acting so animalistic in my life. His thrusts were mindless and desperate in the still of the forest grove. The soft grunts andgrowls he made were inhuman, but it wasn’t long before they were replaced with something I could decipher.My name.
I didn’t know how to feel. Unbelievably horny, for starters. But also…wrong. Like I’d violated him by witnessing the act. Not to mention being confused that he was thinking ofme, when—in my mind—he was still so unattainable.
