Page 33 of The Dalgur’s Pet

Her eyes widened as understanding dawned on her.

“Oh,” she said, at a loss for words.

She quickly lay her head on his chest to avoid the intensity of his gaze. Revulsion mixed with something else, yearning, arousal, curiosity, so many thoughts whipping through her mind as her eyes glued to his crotch.

“It takes practice to keep your cock sheathed while another penetrates you. One must be careful or you can damage yourself irreparably.”

His voice was a whisper fluttering against her hair, and he removed his hand, leaving hers in place over his groin. A slit appeared where there was once smooth, hard skin, and Giselle ran her finger along it, unable to stop herself.

“I have had a lot of practice. I can take all of Thase’s cock with no preparation.”

She gulped hard, entranced by the way her finger brushed over his slit, the opening slowly getting wider. She’d been with women before, knew how to use her fingers to provide pleasure, but this was another thing entirely.

Vrix wanted her to do it, she could tell by the strain in his muscles, the heat of his gaze on the back of her neck, the tension of his arm gripping her waist.

And she wanted to do it, wanted to know what he felt like, wanted to see him squirm under her touch.

Giselle pressed her middle finger in, slowly, gently, Vrix moaning quietly as she did. The flesh was slippery, warm, cocooning around her, almost sucking her in. She slipped her finger in and out, feeling the muscles of his sheath clench around her as she added another.

It was captivating, her fingers quickly soaking with Vrix’s juices as she thrust into him rhythmically, his arousal clear with his ragged breaths, his quiet whimpers. She wanted to see his face, but couldn’t tear her eyes away from her fingers plunging into his sheath.

Giselle pulled out, pausing for a moment before running three fingers along the dripping slit. The opening widened, engorged and lighter than the rest of his skin, beckoning her back as Vrix squirmed against the bed.

“More,” he said, his voice desperate, needy.

She obeyed, plunging in, letting her fingers run across his inner walls as she thrust in and out. His body was giving in to her, his muscles relaxing.

“More,” Vrix whimpered again.

Giselle removed her fingers, glistening with sticky wetness, and considered for a moment before forming a fist with her hand. She bit her lip as she pressed it against the distended slit, his body making room for her as she pushed past muscle and tension. She stroked in and out, gently, not wanting to hurt him.

“More!” Vrix growled, his arm squeezing her so tightly it was beginning to hurt.

He shivered as she fucked him with her fist, grunting with each plunge and throbbing against her arm.

Giselle whimpered, unable to contain the welling of arousal in her core, the tension in her own muscles as she pleasured his gaping slit. She felt muscles tighten along her fist and arm, Vrix letting out a guttural moan as wetness coated her with sticky goo.

When he stopped seizing, she retreated her fist, her eyes wide at the thick ooze dripping from her fingers. Before she could get her bearings, could fully comprehend what she’d just done, she noticed his cock starting to extrude through his engorged slit.

Vrix flipped her onto her back and was on her in a second, tentacles appearing from all parts of his body and running over her bare skin.

“You did so good, sweet human. So perfect. Oh, Giselle, what would we do without you?”

His eyes blazed with feral intensity despite the gentle words, the growl in his voice so different from his normal frivolous tone. He hiked her legs up, pushing his cock into her with one brutal plunge.

Giselle screamed, her head spinning as he spread her legs wide, giving himself space to thrust hard, thrust deep. A clawed hand was at her throat, pressing her neck into the bed, cutting off her air supply.

It was erotic, it was deranged, but her pussy convulsed, already so close to the edge from the view of her fist penetrating his slit, the sensation of his sheath clamping down on her arm. And now, he fucked her hard, stars dotting her vision as her muscles clenched against his cock, their juices mixing and the sound of wet slapping filling the air.

She couldn’t breathe, her eyes widening with realization as she grasped for his arm, trying to pry him off her.

Vrix’s eyes were wide, wild, his black pupils dilated so fully she could barely see any red.

“I could snap your fucking neck,” he growled, not letting up any pressure as he continued to slam into her.

It felt like someone was squeezing her brain, her head aching and her vision graying as her climax reached its peak, an orgasm slamming through her like a hypertrain.

Giselle couldn’t make a sound as she came, her body shaking with each thrust of Vrix’s hips.