Page 28 of The Manticore's Fire

“So soft and vulnerable,” he rasped, the side of his claw flicking the tip of her nipple. “Your submission pleases me. It makes me hunger even more for you to see you quiver so sweetly and so trustingly within my hold.” Nuzzling her jaw, his textured tongue slipped out of his mouth and ran slowly along the sensitive skin of her neck. “Take my cock into your little human hands. I trust you to touch me.”

Shivering again at his words, her hands lifted between his legs, her fingers skimming over his firm, round sac before arriving at the sheath of skin that contained his sex. Her hands lingered there, and her eyes dropped between them in confusion before lifting once more to his face.

“I don’t… How?”

He chuckled softly. “Just slip your fingers inside. I would normally have extruded by now, but I want to feel you claim what you want.” He brushed his nose against the underside of her jaw. “I want you to take my cock for your own and claim it and desire it as much as I do your snug human cunt.”

Her brow furrowed slightly. Was that why he hadn’t tried to mount her again… he was waiting for her to show him that she wanted it? After pinning her beneath him and vigorously fucking her in the midst of her escape attempt, it hadn’t occurred to her that he would want or need anything more from her than to be an available pussy. Discovering that he wanted her to be the aggressor and lead with her desires as if they were natural and healthy rather than forbidden sent a burst of excitement through her and she felt her arousal slip through her belly, warming and wetting her sex. It was wrong and against every principle a hunter had, yet something hidden deep within her responded and was impacted by his words—by his permission to not only pursue her pleasure with him but to claim it. Still, his request gave her a pause. He truly wanted her to put her fingers inside his sheath?

“Isn’t that going to be painful?”

He groaned softly, his hips canting so that the fur of his sheath slid over her hand. “Only in the best way.”

She was still doubtful, but another tremor of excitement tore through her as the last of her resistance melted away. She slipped first two fingers and then three onto the slit of his sheath, encouraged by his low grunt of pleasure as his eyes slid shut. He was silkier in there than she expected, and even warmer. She spread her fingers, fascinated at the stretch of the skin and his breathy moan in reaction. Licking her lips, she pulled her fingers partially out and scissored her fingers wide at his entrance before slipping her whole hand inside. His hips jerked and he grunted again as his cock suddenly shot up within his sheath and filler her hand with its damp, velvety girth.

She stroked him for a moment before tightening her hold as his shaft and slowly pulling his cock out. Her manticore growled softly and his pelt shuddered as several drops of precum spurted into her palm. Abby smiled to herself and cupped her hand over the head of his phallus, rubbing slickness over the tip of his cock. Samir’s hips began to rock instinctively, his breath bursting from him in ragged pants as she stroked him from root to tip. Precum continued to dribble from his tip, and she felt herself grow wetter with her own rising excitement heating her belly. A tingling sensation pulsed in the region of her clit and Abby squeezed her thighs squeezed together.

Samir buried his face against her neck, his tongue stroking over her skin in time with each tug on his cock, pausing only occasionally to sniff at her skin. With the spike in her arousal, however, his hand had dropped to the ties on her leather pants. Unknotting them, he tugged the ties loose, each yank bumping her belly against her hand fisted over his cock and drawing a growl of excitement from him. His hand on her chain tightened and suddenly he gave it a firm pull, turning her toward the wall,dragging her hand free from his cock in the process. Her hands slapped against the wall in front of her, cushioning her weight as he kept her pinned in place with one hand upon her chain while dragging her pants off her legs and tossing them aside with his other hand. The heat of his body brushed over her back as he mouthed her shoulder for a moment before he began to lower the bulk of his body in a crouch behind her. His hand slowly dragged down the length of her chain as his body lowered, keeping it taut while his nose traced a path down her back.

He sniffed at her skin, grumbling, and grunting to himself as he did so until his breath fanned over her ass. Her weight shifted against the wall, and she adjusted her arms to compensate for it as he lifted her leg up to the side, exposing her pussy to the cool air.

The first stroke of his hot tongue along her clit and down her slit made her climax with the intensity of the textured, slick surface against her most sensitive spots. The tremors of her orgasm continued to ripple through her with every stroke of his tongue as he moaned and greedily lapped up every drop of her essence that slipped from her before delving into her channel, his tongue plunge and lapping alternatively until Abby was writhing and gasping, her pussy spasming as it gushed for his pleasure. The sudden prick of his claws on her leg was startling as he suddenly shot to his feet. His fur brushed over her back as his body covered hers and the damp length of his rigid cock brushed her folds as it lined up with her core.

“My sting… do you want it?” he rasped.

The chain rattled slightly as she shook her head, already overwhelmed by the sensations washing over her. Grunting in acknowledgement, Samir hips snapped, driving his cock forward, stretching her pussy around it, until it was buried to the root. His cock pulsed and Abby could feel the spines rising as he ground himself against her core, the head of his cocksliding and bumping along the mouth of her womb. Gasping, Abby trembled in place against the wall as she gushed again with a surprise climax that shot from that deepest place within her. He growled in satisfaction and drew his hips back, the flexible spines dragging in her channel, forcing soft cries of pleasure from her from rocking back in.

Samir’s growls filled her ears, his hand holding firmly to the chain and sliding up to where it met the collar as he rutted into her, his hips dragging back and snapping forward first with slow rocking motions but gradually growing in intensity as his cock pounded into her with a strength that would have thrown her into the wall if she wasn’t already braced against it. Abby lifted her ass eagerly and pressed back against the wall, meeting him thrust for thrust to the best of her ability as he held her helpless beneath him.

The spines on his cock inflated further as his cock swelled and jerked within her, making every drag of his cock within her channel increasingly difficult and more pleasurable for the slight sting of discomfort. Abby gasped, her cries growing louder as her fingers dug into the rock wall beneath her. A warm wash of pleasure rose higher and higher within her as the tension within her belly and along her back and thighs continued to tighten with a deeper orgasm rising beneath the tide.

Samir growled in her ear, his mouth clamping on her shoulder as his hips jerked against her in a frenzy, chasing his own release even as he wrung orgasm after orgasm out of her.

“Come, female,” he lifted his mouth to growl as his shuttling cock filled her again and again, sparking her deepest points of pleasure repeatedly. “Squeeze my cock in truth so that I may spill within you. Milk me as a female’s cunt milks her male when she desires to be bred by him.”

Abby trembled and then cried as his cock drove deep and held, her pussy clasping tightly around his length as she came.They pulsated together, his deep growl filling the cave, as his cock spewed hot streams of cum deep within her and her channel rippled and convulsed greedily on his length, hungry for all that he had to give. She felt the side of his stinger slap her side as if, reacting on instinct, he had come closer to stinging her and turned his tail aside only at the last moment. That some threat was enough to send her crashing into another as Samir issued a guttural sound as he thrust deep and held, drenching her pussy with the final streams of his seed. He trembled against her for a moment and sighed heavily as his hand finally went lax on the chain.

She continued to remain braced against the wall for another moment as his cock pulled free, sending another burst of pleasure through her as a mixture of their combined fluids spilled from her body. His satisfied purr made her smile, however, as his hands unfastened the manacle from around her neck and let it fall once more to the cavern floor. His hand cupped her pussy, rubbing his seed into her mons as he pressed a kiss against her neck.

“Did you enjoy seeing my chain, Abby?” he purred.

She nodded weakly and grinned up at him when he lowered her leg and gently turned her in his arms. “Can’t beat a good demonstration. I hope that my turn holding the chain gives us an opportunity to try that again with roles reversed.”

He returned her smile with a sharp, toothy one of his own. “It would be my pleasure. Perhaps not on the open desert when I need to have control of my senses, but I will not be remiss at giving you your turn.”

Abby looked forward to it, even though the reminder of what was to come sent a tremor of anxiety through her.

Chapter

Nineteen

Despite his confidence that what they were doing was the only real resolution to the threat, Samir could not help but think that he was making a bad decision taking Abby into the desert and back to Veldala. While the desert was often dangerous and treacherous to the degree that she had yet to experience, the human city seemed a perilous place to take the female desired for his mate.

He shook his head at himself. It was foolhardy to consider Abby his mate. From the beginning she had been his captive, one that had repeatedly attempted to escape him until she lost the only thing that would help her regain her freedom. She had been with him only because she had no other choice in the matter. He had allowed himself to enjoy it and had allowed himself to become even more attached to her. Now that he was returning her to the humans, it was time for him to pay that price. He had to be the biggest fool. Perhaps even more so now that he had broken from his lope into a walk prematurely to rest but provided himself with an opening to think about the matter more than he wanted to.

“You’re quiet,” Abby served as she leaned forward over his shoulder to speak quietly into his ear. “Are you worried?”

He merely grunted in reply, but her fingers teased the ultra-sensitive edge and tip of his ear, sending a tingle of pleasure through him that repeated and vibrated until his ear began to flick so erratically that he nearly stumbled. Turning his head to look back at her, he gave her a peevish look.

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