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“Oh, and exactly where’s that?”
He steps closer and pulls my hoodie up. I raise my arms for him as his scent curls around me, the moonlight glinting off his horns, his ears twitching as he tosses the garment aside and deals with my bra in a single sweep of a clawed hand.
My heart thunders as he lowers himself to his knees and peels my leggings down. I wore the panties he brought for me from the boutique in town. The ones with a semi-transparent panel at the front, a cute little bow, and frills along the tops of my legs.
He kisses me there, and I gasp at the warmth of his lips against my pussy, then let him remove my boots one at a time, putting them carefully aside, followed by the leggings.
When I glance down, his cock is tall and seeping, his tail wrapped around it moving slowly up and down.
“It will hold you, my bride, exactly where I can reach all of you at once,” he says, his voice dark and rich as he finally peels my panties down my legs, leaving me naked.
I grin. My lady bits turn to liquid fire. “Well. When you put it like that.”
I climb onto the cool stone of the altar, stretching across the cross. Time and weather have worn the wood smooth, and it’s strangely comforting. But there are two brand-new thick leather straps, with big brass buckles, right over the wrist bars.
“You’ve prepared this,” I accuse him.
He nods. “I wanted it to be perfect. I’ve been planning this for a long time, little one.”
He moves behind me, his hands hot and urgent as he buckles the thick leather straps over my wrists.
He slips one finger under each strap to check the fit, frowns, and loosens the left one a notch.
“Comfortable?” he rumbles, his breath licking fire over my neck.
“Always,” I whisper, tilting my head back.
He’s a vision even in moonlight. Dark brown fur gone nearly black in the silver light, two long horns curving like scimitars, red eyes burning with a need that makes my core clench.
One sharp nail traces a path down my stomach to my hip. I’m naked now, of course. He unwrapped me out of those furs one at a time like a present, then folded every one.
“Such a pretty little offering,” he growls, voice soaked in reverence. “Perfectly arranged for the dark.
He leans down, and his massive cock emerges from his fur. “Open wide,” he commands.
I part my lips and take him in. The heat alone makes me moan. He slides in slow, letting me feel every inch. I swirl my tongue and suck greedily, savoring the salt and texture, my jaw aching as I widen it to the point of the joint popping.
“Good girl,” he growls, hand in my hair, tilting my head just right. “Take every inch of Daddy.”
And I do. I take him to the root, mouth stretched wide, saliva flowing. He pulses between my lips, and I hum around him, earning a groan that vibrates down his spine.
Then his tail joins. Wickedly sentient.
It slithers down and pushes inside my dripping pussy.
“Oh,” I moan around his cock, my belly fluttering as I gag, and stars flicker behind my lids.
His tail fucks me slowly at first, teasing, then deeper, rougher, filling me as his cock fills my mouth.
“Take more.” It isn’t a request. “Be Daddy’s good girl. Take all of me. Open that throat, I need more.”
And I do.
I suck harder, fuck back against his tail with abandon. My thighs tremble. My nipples tighten. Every nerve in my body sings.
He pulses. His tail drives deeper. He’s building to something massive, and I want it. I need it.
When he comes, it’s explosive. Hot, thick seed floods my mouth.
