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“You wanted to take me to your place then?” She asks, rocking back on her heels. Her smile grows mischievous, and my cheeks flush even more.
I have joked and flirted with this woman for weeks now, and even taken her a few times, yet she continues to disarm me, and catch me off-guard. She makes me want to protect her and impress her, all at once. Whatever it takes to keep her in my life- that’s what I want.
“Only if you want to see it,” I answer, smiling down at her. “The fact of the matter is- I’ve been wanting to bring you by for a while now. I’m tired of having you in these rushed moments, against the tavern wall- and I thought you’d like to indulge in a bed for a change. If you’d like.”
She arches an eyebrow, then motions me closer. I step into her space, and then she is pulling me down to her, drawing our mouths together in a deep, sensual kiss. I take a few moments to enjoy her taste, before pulling back with a quick kiss to her nose.
“Zykhus, I would very much like to see your home,” she answers softly, looking into my eyes. “But I do have one request- we don’t have to strictly limit ourselves to the bed, do we?”
Stumbling inside, we are an uncoordinated mess as our mouths fuse together. She’s already tugging on my shirt sleeves, while I run my hands over every inch of her petite frame. I barely pause in my actions in order to slam the door shut, but I refuse to take my mouth away from hers.
We kiss as if we are starved and feasting on one another. This rush of passion is the most glorious thing I have ever felt, and I never want this night to end. I have every intention of putting Kyra in my bed- and keeping her there.
She wraps her arms around my neck, and hoists herself up into my embrace. Years of honing my reflexes have me catching her easily, gripping her cheeks as I balance on the back of her thighs, bumping into the arm of a chair. Kyra presses more indulgent kisses to my lips and chest, running her hands down my shoulders as she does so.
Her nails scratch through my fur, and I groan lustfully. I contemplate the chair thoughtfully for a moment, temporarily distracted when she reaches up to stroke my generous horns. The exposed bone is sensitive, and it has other parts of my body reacting just as quickly.
Glancing around, I spot the small table I occasionally use for meals, and am struck with an idea. Well, it’s more of a fantasy I’ve had, but now that I have Kyra in my arms and at my disposal, I intend on acting out a number of fantasies tonight.
Keeping her in my arms, I spin around until I am setting her on top of the table, right at the edge. I huff powerfully as I raise her dress up, until it sits high at her waist, exposing all of herself to me. Kyra’s pretty, pink petals glisten invitingly, and I take a moment to simply admire her.
She gives a small cough of embarrassment, unused to the scrutiny. I smile up at her before I lean forward, sinking to my knees as I press my mouth between her thighs. She gasps in shock and delight, and I take a visceral, male pride in her noises, pleased by her reactions.
Not only that, but she tastes positively delicious. Her cream seeps out, tempting me to indulge in more tastes, so I do. I begin licking at her entrance, driving my face in for more of her earthy tastes. I want to spoil her as much as I am spoiling myself, and make it so that she will never want to leave.
I continue to lick and suck at her center, covering her pelvis with dirty kisses, before I feel her thighs lock at my waist. Her body draws tight like a bowstring- then she is screaming my name to the skies, as her release coats my face. Licking her clean, I rise back up to give her another long, lingering kiss, as the table groans and protests our combined weight.
We spend a few more minutes making out, before the table creaks dangerously. Then I am pulling back up to stand, and leading her along to the bedroom. My place isn’t overly large, yet it is comfortable- nevertheless, I light a small lantern so that Kyra will feel safe.
I want her to treat this like her home, I realize, pulling her in for another kiss. She returns the kiss with long, languid movements, and we just stand like that for a moment, indulging in each other. On the few occasions where I’ve managed to have her, they have been hurried affairs, and now I want to take my time.
She reaches out to unlace my breeches, the familiar action stirring up my desire once again. Not that it has really waned, considering Kyra has not left my arms since we got inside. Now I am so hard I could hammer nails, and can barely hold back the true force of my desire.
Kyra seems to sense this, and rapidly removes my clothing, running her hands greedily along my abs and pecs in the process. Every pass of her fingers enthrall me, pushing my tenuous control to its limits, but I am still determined to make this as good for her as I possibly can.
So gently, very gently- I ease her dress past her shoulders. Inch after inch of satin skin is revealed to me, as I pull her arms away and let the fabric gather at her hips. Another small push has the tunic falling away altogether, and as she steps away from the clothing, I guide her to the bed.
Watching me closely she follows my movements, as I climb onto the wide mattress- one of the few luxuries I have allowed for myself. I’ve always enjoyed sleeping in a spacious bed, but tonight I doubt I’ll be getting much sleep at all. I settle back against the headboard with my legs spread wide, and I drag Kyra forward until she is perched on my lap.
Nestling with our groins flush, she rubs enticingly along my shaft, like a iypin in heat. I shudder at the unexpected burst of pleasure, even as my hand comes up to massage one petite breast. She tilts her head back in pleasure, and I continue my massage, even as we grind shallowly against one another.
A few more whispers of reassurance, and my hands shift to curl at her spine, while she tilts her pelvis forward, engulfing my shaft in her tight, wet heat. We both groan simultaneously, both overwhelmed by the feeling of me filling every intimate space of her.
Piercing through her tight channel has me drawing in a sharp breath, the sensations of her velvet press now familiar, and welcome. She adjusts experimentally, pushing me deeper into her, and causing my eyes to roll into the back of my skull.
Then we are moving in an ancient dance, jerking and undulating into each other. Kyra rolls her hips over mine, and I have no choice but to respond in kind, dragging her errant hips down as I thrust upward. We move like this over and over in each other's laps, legs splayed wide.
She is draped over me, riding me relentlessly, even as I grip her harshly, trying to maintain control. Kyra is bliss to all my senses, and I am absolutely captivated by her.
Even as I lose myself to bliss, I watch her, carefully gauging to see what will bring her the most joy. Our legs are wrapped around each other's waists now, and I gripping her thickly as I hump her wildly. She is just as uninhibited, slamming against my member with all her delicate strength.
I thrust inside her as deep as I can go, tapping the very back of her passage. Kyra lets out another indulgent wail, and then she is coming, the force of her orgasm pulling me over as well. We both climax together, shouting and roaring our releases respectively.
Falling back, she slips off of me as she sinks into fresh sheets. I fall forward also, slipping and curling until I am spooned around her, my large body almost covering hers entirely. I observe her cautiously, looking for any signs of discomfort, but she is only smiling and giving small coos of satisfaction.
She rubs contentedly on the bed, sighing and stretching in delight. “What a wonderful night,” she murmurs, wiggling happily.
I shift my hips a little, lining our lower bodies once more. Slipping a hand between her legs again, I lift one high and spread the other, notching my engorged privates along her center, once again.
