Page 19 of The Twelve Nights of Halloheen

Pointing at the ground in front of her, she gave an order. “Sit, please.”

With less grace than earlier, Tisuran folded his legs to sit in front of her. As Isla shifted, her wrap fell open. It didn’t make her feel vulnerable or exposed, so she left it.

“I want to do more than lick you,” she warned him.

“I won’t move,” he promised.

She frowned. “That’s not what I was worried about. You need to tell me if I hurt you.”

He pulled in a deep breath of air. “I’ll make you aware.” He was lying. Somehow she just knew he wouldn’t say something unless she caused him agony. She’d need to be careful.

Pushing his chest, she urged him to lie back, then straddled his legs. Leaning over, she took the very tip of him into her mouth. The skin of his cock was slightly textured from flat, smooth keratin “beads” about the size of hair follicles, unlike the larger ones on his flesh pouch. And it felt pleasant against her lips and tongue. The whole was intimidatingly large, but as she licked at him and the maple taste became stronger, she lost herself in the task of tasting him.

Getting bolder, she worked her mouth over the bulbous head. She could feel his shaft pulsing in her mouth while Tisuran groaned. Encouraged, she worked to fit more of him into her mouth.

“Isla,” he moaned. “I can’t… I don’t know if… dear Ancestors!”

She swallowed him down until her gag reflex got in the way. She was disappointed she couldn’t fit more of him. Backing off, she wrapped a hand around the remaining length and squeezed as she enjoyed the way his body twitched as she sucked and rubbed.

Tisuran was so tense he must’ve been flexing every muscle, but, as promised, he didn’t move. Occasionally his rumbles would alter pitch or rhythm and he kept calling her name or pleading to his ancestors. She found it both sexy and endearing that he couldn’t remain silent.

Wanting to run her lips over other parts of him, Isla pulled away from his tasty cock. Tisuran tried to sit up but a hand on his chest kept him down.

“I’m not done yet,” she told him.

He went still again. “I’m sorry I moved. Please, continue to touch me any way you wish.” Then he mumbled something aboutthe best kind of torment.

Grinning at his quiet words, she kissed her way up his torso. As she got closer to his head, her nipples dragged against the plates of his chest and pleasure tingled through her. On the Night of Joy, she’d wanted him touching her breasts. They had felt heavy and needy, but she’d been too wary to ask for it.

But everything was different now. She had all the power and he was willingly at her mercy. Sitting astride her mighty Talin made her feel formidable; his fierce cock jutting and weeping for her attention, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he panted, his bright eyes focused on her as if she was his entire world.

“I want you to touch my breasts,” she ordered.

“With my hand or mouth?” he asked.

She was unprepared for that question. The mental image of him worshipping her breasts like he’s suckled on her pussy made her lean forward eagerly. “Mouth!”

Going on all fours, she positioned her left breast over his face. He gently sucked her nipple into his mouth, kneading it with his lips and tongue. She felt each tug of his mouth like a direct pulse to her clit, making her gasp and push her breast harder against his mouth. He increased the pressure on her nipple, making her moan. She never thought this could feel so good!

She wished he had two mouths so both her nipples could be sucked up. That’s when she remembered he had hands. They couldn’t suck, but those thumbs and fingers would probably feel almost as good.

Balancing on one arm, she reached for his hand. “Touch the other one!”

He quickly obeyed and soon he was cupping both breasts, squeezing with his hand and gently pinching the nipple not in his mouth.

Her breath caught as sensations flooded her body. She was pretty sure she could orgasm from having him play with her breasts alone. When the edge of the wrap got in Tisuran’s way,Isla reared up so she could strip off the troublesome garment. The night air felt good on her overheated skin as she bent over again to feed Tisuran her breast.

When she’d moved, his thick cock had slipped under her sex. Wanting more contact, she shifted until Tisuran’s textured dick was trapped between her sex and his body. Empowered, she moved her hips a little, rubbing against him. Oh, the friction was delicious!

Moaning, she rocked her hips frantically. Tisuran groaned around her nipple. She went perfectly still, panting and fearful.

“Did I hurt you?” she asked, poised to move if he answered yes.

“By the Ancestors, no!” he replied, voice strained. “You’re torturing me but not hurting me.”

It took her a breathless moment to understand his answer; then she giggled. Her giggle moved her hips, sending delightful sensations through her. She shifted her hips again and pushed her chest at his face.

“In that case, I need more!” she demanded.

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