Page 78 of Tempting Fate

Imani’s hand slid to my hip, where she gave me a gentle squeeze. “Kitten, there are two things wrong with what you just said, and neither of them was you wanting this gorgeous dick in my mouth.”

I whimpered, unable to prevent it. How was I supposed to think straight when she spoke to me like that? “What did I say wrong?” Please touch me again.

She stroked my cheek, a gesture that went to my cock, my stomach, my chest. “Firstly, that you said you might never experience a cunt. There is no reason that should be true. No reason at all.”

“You think so?” Even with the intimacy we already shared, I struggled to believe it.

“Well, unless you’re saving yourself for an Orithian?”

I made a sound of disgust.

“Well then. In fact, it would be a crime if no pussy at all got to experience this absolute delight of a dick.” Her eyes darted to mine. “If you wanted that.”

A delight?

Good job you can’t breed. Look at this thing. Tear anyone apart, it would. The years-old words rang in my ears. The nurse hadn’t meant them to be cruel, more of a backhanded reassurance, but it was one of those things I’d never been able to shake. I could still hear the croak of age in her voice, the melody of the moonlark singing in the tree. It had been midsummer. Why couldn’t I remember more positive memories in such detail? Yet they remained more hazy, where this was as clear as the day she’d spoken.

“Do you want that?” I whispered. Could I bury myself inside Imani and take pleasure there? But she was so small. I was easily twice the size of any regular kri’ith; her body could not possibly take such an unnaturally large thing inside her. Even if she could, she would not if I had displeased her. “What was the other thing I said wrong?”

“Ah. That you said sorry for a very normal urge. You have the sweetest manners, but it hurts my heart that you don’t know about the natural pleasures people can have, and that someone has made you feel guilty about them. So, again, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s those who taught you I want to smack.”

She wished violence against those she thought wronged me? My Imani was fierce.

“So you like the idea of this?” She slid her tongue out and eased two fingers into her mouth. Her lips closed around them, and she drew them out again, slowly, hollowing her cheeks as she did.

Another whimper escaped me. “I think it amuses you to tease me so.”

Her eyes twinkled, and she pulled me free from my shorts. “It does, kitten, it does.”

I shivered. Why did I like that name so much?

She poured some oil onto her palm and began to stroke, her attention on the bedsheets.

I traced every detail of Imani with hungry eyes, the swells of her breasts as she leaned forwards, nipples outlined against the fabric, her small fingers shuttling over my cock.

Pleasure built too fast, and I held back a groan. “Please talk to me about your cunt.”

Her rhythm faltered. “Behave yourself.”

“Please.” Arousal, and days and days of pure want, unravelled my composure. “Please talk about my cock inside you. Are you thinking about it now? I don’t know what it would feel like. Please, I want to know.” Moonlight, I want to be inside you.

I watched the column of her throat as she swallowed—imagined her skin under my fingertips.

My chest let out an impatient, deep rumble.

Imani’s lips parted. “Did you just…?” She shook her head. “Fuck. I don’t think I can handle how sexy you are if you growl.”

“You think I am… sexually attractive?” Surely that had not translated correctly.

Her pace slowed. “I’m so fucking wet right now, kitten. Safe to say I am very attracted to you.” More to herself than me, she muttered, “Dammit.”

“What is the problem?” I could not see any. The most beautiful sapient I had ever seen had her hand on my cock, and she found me—me—attractive. And I now had the ability to growl, which made her cunt wet. I could not conceive of any way in which these were problems.

She stroked a thumb over my crown, a tender gesture, before gripping me tight again. “Fuck it. You want to hear about my body? It’s hot. You think my mouth would be warm? My pussy is hotter. I’m on fire thinking of your dick filling me up. And I’m wet. So wet, even your massive, ridged dick would slide easily inside. It’d be tight, though. My pussy would grip you so fucking tight—” She squeezed as she talked, her movements speeding up with her ragged breath. “I don’t think you’d last long the first time, I think you’d make more noise than those little groans you normally make. I want to hear you moan as you fill me with cum, this gorgeous dick deep inside me. Fuck.” A whimper escaped her. “Just like this. Come for me, kitten.”

Sharp, blazing release boiled up my shaft. Hot spatters of seed hit my neck and chin as Imani continued working me, waves of pleasure pulsing through me until I slumped, spent.

Sweet, blessed Kri. That was…