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She shifted her hips, lifting them higher. It took him a moment to realise she must like the feeling of the ridges underneath his cockhead against her clit. With each rock of her hips—each perfect stroke—she let out a soft, mewling cry.
He had to bury his face in her shoulder, his mouth slack. His dick was fucking weeping. Her hands had left his horns—thank fucking Almighty—and were gripping his shoulders instead, her fingernails digging through his robes to his skin.
She leaned down and bit his shoulder. He could practically taste her desperation.
“God—Malachi, please,please—”
He gripped her ass and hips in his hands, and took control. She willingly let go, crying out unabashedly into his throat as he moved her along his length, angling his hips so her clit rubbed against his straining dick just right.
“Yes,” she gasped, “yes, yes,yes—”
Malachi bit his lip, bit the inside of his cheek, holding back his orgasm by the skin of his teeth.
She sat up suddenly andyankedher tank top and bra up, baring her breasts. Her hands went behind his head, pulling him down.
He greedily sucked one of her tits into his mouth, his tongue laving wetly over her stiff nipple, before he tugged gently on the sensitive bud with his teeth. She cried out, yanking his hair. His tail found its way out of his robes, curling around her other breast, the tip flicking hard against the hardened peak.
Joy’s body locked up, and she came with an almost startled sounding cry, her thighs clamping around his hips, her pussy gushing between them. Malachi grunted, his eyes rolling back. His grip on her hips tightened painfully as he snapped his hips up frantically, selfishly using her satiated body as he strained to reach his own peak. It didn’t take long; two more rolls of her hips and his expression was twisting with blissful agony as he followed her over the edge, his dick spilling hot and wet between them.
“Fuck.Joy.”
She was limp against his chest, panting into his throat. “Oh my God,” she said, her voice raspy.
He rocked her again, just a bit, to further milk the orgasm from his slowly softening dick. She jerked at the oversensitivity, but didn’t move away.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” She groaned.
The lights abruptly came on.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” she repeated, burying her face in his throat.
Malachi felt terribly fond. Embarrassment spilled fromJoyin waves.
“Joy.”
“I’m not hiding,” Joy said, her voice muffled into his throat.
Malachi sounded amused when he replied, “I didn’t say you were.”
His hands felt perfect on her hips, heavy and warm. She couldn’t catalogue what he smelled like; it was something sweet and smoky, like apple-flavoured shisha, she thought hysterically. She pulled away after another moment to sit back on his thighs, meeting his eyes. He watched her, his red eyes practically boring into her soul. Then his eyes dipped.
Joy flushed when she remembered her tank top and bra were still bunched underneath her armpits, baring her breasts to the room, her nipples still hard. Malachi’s expression darkened. To her right, his tail was out, flicking sharply in the air. Joy’s cunt clenched when she remembered how it had felt flicking against the stiffness of her sensitive nipple.
She blushed as she tugged her tank top and bra down. Malachi’s eyes lazily trailed up from her covered tits to meet her eyes.
“Hi,” she said nonsensically, then prayed for the ground to open up and swallow her whole.
His lips twitched, even as he raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Hi.”
They stared at each other. Joy’s heart was thumping weirdly. Her stomach was filled with dizzy, swarming butterflies.
She leaned down at the same time that he leaned up, and they were kissing again. The kiss was softer this time, exploring. It was her turn to nip at his lower lip with her blunt teeth; her turn to slide her tongue into his mouth. He moaned softly, parting his lips for her, letting her explore.
Joy pressed closer, wrapping her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers in his soft curls—kissing him like she never wanted to do anything else ever again.
They finally pulled apart to breathe, Joy resting her forehead against his. His hands had left her hips, and were now wrapped around her body, his palms pressed flat to her upper and lower back, spanning the entire length of it.
She wasgrowingcold and uncomfortable between her legs, her underwear sticky with her arousal and earlier release, but she really, really didn’t want to move. He was so warm. He felt so good.
