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Not breaking the kiss, I situate myself between her thighs and groan at the increasing scent of her arousal. She whimpers into my mouth as her tongue tangles with mine. I hold her face and deepen the kiss, beyond ravenous to finally claim what’s mine. My cock throbs at the entrance of her warm, slick pussy, but I don’t thrust inside. Before I pound her to oblivion, I intend to taste her.

Her whimpers and moans fill my ears, drowning out the sounds of nighttime insects. She runs her hands up and down my back, and occasionally, she thrusts her center upward as though trying to impale herself on my ready shaft. Impatient little nymph. I thrill at the realization that she’s just as eager as I am, and I resolve that I will make our first mating a night to remember.

I reach between our bodies and glide my fingers through her wet folds. She gasps and quivers beneath me, and I soon shift my focus to the engorged button I find within. Her pulsating little clit.

Wanting to glimpse her face, I break the kiss and stare down at her as I continue strumming her sensitive nubbin. Her fingers dig into my back, and she releases a keening moan. Her expression turns euphoric as I spread moisture from her core atop her clit and increase the pace of my caresses.

“Have you ever touched yourself like this, little nymph?”

Her eyes meet mine, then flutter shut as her face twists with pleasure. Close. She’s close to the precipice of a thunderous climax. I can sense it in the rhythm of her body as she gyrates her center against my stroking fingers.

“Yes,” she finally says. “Yes, I have touched myself before.”

“Have you ever made yourself come?”

Her eyes fly open, and she gives me a beseeching look as a fresh blush covers her face. Dark delight swirls through me knowing that my questions are causing her some degree of embarrassment. But she’s my mate and I expect an answer. There will be no secrets between us. And from this night forward, her pleasure will belong to me.

“I asked you a question and I expect an answer,” I say in a scolding tone as I pause the caresses to her clit. “Have you ever made yourself come?”

“Yes,” she says in a needy, anguished voice as she jerks her center upward and into my unmoving hand. “Yes, I have made myself orgasm many, many times. If you must know, I am no stranger to self-gratification.”

I resume circling her clit, but I keep the strokes slow, purposely teasing her. Watching her gasp and undulate against my hand while she gives me a pleading look is making my cock so fucking hard. A growl rumbles from my chest as my scrotum draws up tight with sensation, and pleasure coils at the base of my spine, ready to burst forth.

I move my fingers from her clit and nudge the slick opening of her pussy. Her eyes flare wide and her trembling increases. Her breaths also become ragged, her chest rising and falling rapidly. My gaze drifts to her glorious breasts and those tight, pink nipples I’ve been aching to suckle and bite. I wait until she meets my gaze before I ask my next question.

“Have you ever done what we’re about to do, little nymph?” I press two fingers inside her core, breaching her entrance but not shoving very deep. “Have you ever had a cock inside you?”

She whimpers and shakes her head. “No, no, I haven’t.”

I push deeper, until I encounter a fleshy obstacle that makes her wince. “Well, it’s going to be a pleasure breaking you in.” I keep my fingers submerged as I nudge at the barrier of her innocence a few more times. “But before I break you in, Mira,I’m going to feast on your slick, pink parts.” I withdraw my hand from between her thighs, slowly kiss my way down her body, then bury my face in her pussy.

CHAPTER 21

MIRA

Oh,my gods. The pleasure. I might go mad from the pleasure if he doesn’t allow me to climax soon. Every time I come close to reaching the blissful high, he slows the swirls of his tongue on my clit and leaves me hanging. The terrible beast.

“Gods, your cunny is delicious, little nymph.” He peers up for a moment. “It’s my new favorite treat.”

I flush at the compliment and wonder when the torment will end. “Please.” I thrust my center upward yet again. “Please stop teasing me.Please. I’m not sure how much more I can take.”

A dark chuckle rumbles from him and vibrates through my throbbing pussy. “Gods, I love the sound of you begging. Beg some more and perhaps I’ll take mercy on you. Or maybe not.” He meets my eyes briefly with a smirk.

Stubborn pride takes over, and I don’t resume begging. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. Instead, I try to endure. I refrain from issuing even the tiniest noise, no whimpers or moans or gasps.

His curving horns press against my inner thighs. I brace myself as he licks from my core to my clit, lapping me over and over, before he refocuses his attention on my pulsating button. He presses hard, flicking the tiny bit of flesh, then resumes the previous swirls. With each swirl, he increases the pressure the smallest fraction, building me up and up…

Then he withdraws from my center and peers at me while displaying another punch-worthy smirk. Finally, I make a noise. But it’s a sound I’ve never made before. It’s a growl. A very fae-like growl of displeasure.

His eyes brighten with excitement. “Oh yes, Mira. That was lovely. Growl for me some more.”

I don’t produce another growl, but I do glare. He crawls atop me again, angles his cock between my thighs, and wipes his mouth on the back of his arm. I flush as I realize that it was my slickness gleaming on lips just now. Oh my.

Will I always feel a bit shy around him? I’m eager to experience the mating act, but I’m also nervous.

Given his size, I’m worried there might be some pain involved. When he’d shoved his fingers inside me, I’d felt a pinching discomfort.

“I think I’ve changed my mind.” Mischief glints in his dark eyes as he cups my breasts and toys with my peaked nipples. “Rather than feel you shatter against my tongue, I think it would be delightful if your first orgasm with me involved my cock buried to the hilt in your tight little pussy.” He releases one of my breasts and reaches between us, then drags his cock up and down my slit, coating his bulbous tip in my moisture. “Gods, you’re soaking wet, Mira.”

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