Page 33 of Savage Giant

But it was a battle I was losing fast.

Finally, she cupped my balls in her warm little hand, and I couldn’t hold back any longer—blinding ecstasy swept over me, an undulating heated wave of bliss that tore a deep snarl from my throat.

I shot torrents of seed down her throat, and my fingers tightened in her hair as she swallowed my essence.

I shuddered and jerked in her mouth during the last quaking spurt, then gently wiped at the seed that had escaped her lips to trickle down her chin.

She flushed as she sat back and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, and it pleased me to see the faint glimmer of my essence on her cheeks and her chin, as well as a trail of it on her neck that I hadn’t noticed until now.

Though she always tried her best to swallow all that I gave her, she’d never quite managed to gulp it all down, and there was a wicked part of me that liked watching her struggle, liked seeing the marks of my ownership on her flesh.

Not for the first time, a deep sense of possessiveness for the sweet human female resounded through my being.

Mine. She wasmine.

Though we hadn’t fully mated yet, she belonged to me as the stars belonged to the night sky. The intensity of my devotion to her echoed in my bones.

When she scooted backward, then rose on her knees before me, I caught the glimmer of her arousal coating her inner thighs. Her face remained beautifully flushed, and her nipples were as taut as ripe pokklam berries.

I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do most—nuzzle her and kiss her, lick her breasts, or feast upon her pussy again.

“Turn around and get on all fours,” I found myself saying, “and lift your center high and show me your mating hole, pretty human. I want to see you spreading yourself wide, just as you will on the day you offer yourself to me. Show me how you’ll do it.”

Her eyes widened, and I felt her shock. But I also detected her growing desire, and there was no mistaking the sweet pungency of her arousal thickening in the air. I breathed in her delicious scent as though I needed it for my own survival.

She licked her lips and made as though she were about to turn over, then paused and gave me an uncertain look.

“I’m waiting.”

A shuddering breath left her, but she finally complied with my request, turning around as she positioned herself on her hands and knees.

She presented a sight more lovely than I’d imagined.

I watched, my breaths becoming labored, as she lifted her bottom high. She arched her back further and parted her thighs, revealing her glimmering pink folds.

I knelt behind her and leaned down to inhale her enticing aroma, running my nose through the slit of her femininity.

“Oh!” She shivered at my touch, surprised that I’d gotten so close to her while she remained in this vulnerable position. The very position she would assume on the day I fully claimed her.

I grasped her bottom and spread her wider, until I glimpsed her dark pink pucker, as well as the depths of her mating hole, a shadowed chasm amidst her delicate folds.

My cock swelled, thickening almost painfully, as I ached to surge inside and pump her full of my seed.

But I couldn’t claim her yet. Not until we reached the cavern.

I took a few deep breaths to steady myself, to master my self-control. Then I licked her instead. I darted my tongue over her distended nubbin and growled, sending vibrations from my chest to the most sensitive part of her.

Gasps and moans and needy whimpers spilled from her lips, and her entire body trembled as I commenced running my tongue up and down her slit, growling steadily as I tasted her sweetness. I savored her essence, and when I pulled back to examine her exposed, gleaming pussy, my gaze caught on the pucker between her cheeks that kept winking at me. And I had the sudden urge to conquer this part of her, to test this particular hole’s tightness.

Keeping her spread with one hand, I caressed her wetness with my other hand, drawing her immense moisture overtop her nubbin, watching as she shuddered, admiring the way her center jerked at my touch, which would cause her tight back hole to wink yet again.

I shoved one digit into her pussy and moved in and out, slowly coating my finger in her arousal, all the while keeping a thumb on her swollen nubbin. Herclit. I recalled that she’d recently told me it was called a clit.

“Gorran,” she whimpered. “Gorran, please. I need, I need…” Her voice trailed off.

“What do you need, pretty human?”

“I-I need to come. I need a release.Please.”

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