Page 24 of The Manticore's Fire

“I’m fine. Just my fucking weak-ass stomach,” she groaned. “I guess I need to work on that more, after all.”

Slowly she straightened, and Samir prowled after Abby as she walked toward him and ripped the ax from the male’s skull.

“This would make a nice addition for the wall,” she observed. She inspected the blade before glancing down disdainfully at the dead human. “Some hunters always were too chatty and erroneously believe that monsters are too stupid to take advantage of it.”

“I did not take advantage of it,” he reminded her drolly but the grin she tossed him was nothing short of delightful.

“Only because I beat you to it. As I was saying about some of the stupid hunters out there, half of them do not recognize the monster until it’s upon them.”

“Are you saying that you are a monster now, kitten?” he rumbled as he rubbed against her side affectionately.

She shrugged but the smile on her face was unrepentant. “As far as the guild is concerned, I am.”

“But they do not know,” he reminded her. “None of this will ever leave this desert.”

“Perhaps so but I cannot lie to myself and pretend like I did not kill a fellow hunter for you,” she replied.

Samir quietly rumbled his agreement. No matter how anything was officially recorded, Abby had made her choices and was willing to remember and live with those choices rather than shy away from them or make excuses to herself. She was truly the worthiest human he had ever met.

“May I queen you?” he growled, borrowing her terminology from the night before. In this way he could offer himself andgive them what they both desired without making any claims or commitments that she was not ready for.

Abby looked at him, her soft lips parting with an expression of surprise before melting into a warm smile. “Well, Iamalready naked. But only if you plan on fucking me. As good as your tongue is, I want your cock this time.”

Samir nodded and he spun around to approach her from the back. “Down on your hands on knees and I will queen you quite appropriately.”

She swallowed back a strained sound that was suspiciously like a laugh but instead of complying, she gave him a curious look.

“Why that way? Do you not want to be face-to-face while your cock stretches and fills me?”

“I am uncertain,” he replied truthfully. “While we can stand and move a lot like creatures possessing a more humanoid form, breeding is more natural for a manticore’s anatomy if the female has her rump raised.”

“But wouldn’t you like to try it?”

“That sounds a little deviant,” he admitted with a chuckle.

“If you find it too uncomfortable, we can stop,” she promised in a sultry whisper. “But I would really like to try if you wish to please this queen.”

His eyelids partially lowered, and he nodded as he stepped back and waited patiently as she lay in the grass. Mesine was only a few feet away but having a dead audience did not bother either of them. Flowers crushed under her weight and releasing a sweet perfume in the afternoon air, Abby stretched herself before him like an offering, her legs parting wide exposing the dark pink feminine flesh concealed at their apex.

The scent of her arousal mixed with the blooms, and he shivered with desire as he crept over toward her. Laying himself between her legs, he feasted on her cunt until she was rockingand crying out, her nectar gushing over his tongue as he slapped it against her most sensitive flesh and plunged it deep within to curl deliciously within her channel. Her cunt strangled his tongue whenever she came around and his cock grew heavier within his sheath every time she creamed for him.

Finally, he withdrew to peer down at her as he ran his tongue hungrily over his teeth and lips. He had seen and toyed with Jeriah’s cock often enough to know how a human prick compared to a manticore’s engorged cock. Still, he was caught for a moment as he crouched between Abby’s legs and watched his thickened cock extrude from his sheath. It was longer, harder, and girthier than that of a human with a pointed, slightly upturned head designed to press against the female’s womb in the best position for implantation and depositing his nourishing seed required for young to grow. Outside of the difference in shape, his cock was studded with short, soft, flexible spines designed to stimulate his mate from the inside.

Abby stared at it with fascination and a small amount of trepidation. Samir was not insulted. The first time he mounted her; she had not gotten a good look at it. He imagined that the difference would be intimidating.

“Are you ready?” he asked, not entirely sure himself of accomplishing anything at this angle, though he did admire the way her breasts rose prettily for him.

She nodded and he lowered himself further so that the tip of his cock tapped her folds briefly before slowly pressing into her heat. A gasp rose from her, and she moaned her encouragement. Her fingers curled around the flowers and fragrant grasses on either side of her, clutching them tightly as his cock tightly plugged her little, tight channel. It squeezed him deliciously and he shivered as her cunt rippled around him, drawing on his length in a languid, deep pull. He was too large to enjoy her breasts at this angle, but he enjoyed the sensation of themrubbing against the rounded shape of his chest. Drawing his hips back awkwardly, he thrust and growled with pleasure as she tightened and clenched around his shaft. Pleasure tingled up its length and he knew that his bristles were expanding and lengthening by this and by the strangled moan coming from his female.

His tail curling lovingly and protectively against her, his stinger stroked her side as he rolled his hips and began to shuttle his cock in and out of the stranglehold of her sweet sheath. His head burrowed against hers, his breath panting against her neck as his pace quickened, his pelvis slapping against hers in a wild and erotic rhythm that set his blood aflame within him. Abby cried out beneath him, her body rolling to meet his every thrust, her wet cunt spasming around his cock, choking it with the urgency of her climax. It made his blood burn all the more until he was digging his claws in the sand as he rutted her, his hips moving in a fierce tempo.

He wanted to sting her, he wanted to implant his cub within her, but he did neither—not without her permission. Instead, he buried his face against her neck and gripped the tender flesh with his teeth. Not hard enough to break skin but enough to hold her in place and trigger her own pleasure as her cries of ecstasy wailed in his ears. Her cunt milked him so good, and he purred with pleasure even as he felt the tension rolling through his back, centering and tightening with the rise of his own climax.

Grunting he drove into her, his stinger digging slightly against her belly as his tails tightened its hold on her side. He thrust harder as his cock swelled, the tip pressing firmer as it aligned with the entrance of her womb. It jerked hard and his release rose in a tide, sweeping through him as his cock jerked repeatedly within her, splashing the inside of her womb with his seed. And still he rutted, pressing harder and deeper on every thrust until she was shrieking her pleasure as her channelspasmed hard around his length, summoning every bit of his seed from his balls. He wiggled his hips until he felt the tip of his cock lock more firmly into place at her cervix. Growling deep, he gave one last thrust, and his hips tensed as the last and largest load of his seed sprayed from him. It flooded him and they cried out together as they writhed and ground against each other to extend the pleasure for as long as it could last.

Every twitch of her cunt set him off again, however, and he would begin rutting her again. He released within her no less than four times before they were done, and his sweet kitten was weak and slick with his offerings. She made a sound of protest when he pulled his cock free, but he gently shushed her.

“We must get you out of this sun. I fear you are already a little burned.”

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