Page 6 of The Manticore's Fire

Every push of his body against hers and every thrust of his cock filled her pleasure that tightened and spun through her as she climbed to the peak of ecstasy and fell again and again. Her pussy was drenched with her successive climaxes and gripping around his sex. The loud and rapid squelch of his cock burying in and out was obscene, reminding Abby that she was allowing a monster to mount her, and it sent a titillating thrill through her. It was forbidden to do such a thing, but that taboo made her desire it even more as she widened her stance and tipped her ass up for more—to which the manticore obliged with a feral snarl.

He drove deeper than before, the tip of his cock striking erotically at the deepest spot within her. A new sound started within his chest, a grating purr as he adjusted his grip and the stance of his legs behind her and began to pick up his pace, every thrust hitting her just right deep inside, over and over again. He was barely withdrawing more than half of his length before surging forward once more, but as he continued to thrust, she gradually became aware of the fact that the spiny texture on his cock was catching sooner, keeping him buried within her. Each catch of those textured spines with her made her hips jerk with pleasure and was accompanied with a throaty rumble from the manticore as he urgently buried his cock all over again.

Stroke after stroke, his cock seeking her womb with each thrust, Abby became aware that their bodies were rocking violently together. Claws scraped against stone and his stinger sank itself repeatedly into the floor of the cavern as he buried himself within her. She shook beneath him as she began to crest again, this time far more violently before, her pussy pulsating around his length, gripping and milking his cock, desperate forrelease. Her belly trembled as the heat rose and shot through her, bathing her in an internal torrent of fire that exploded through her. She spasmed around him with wave after wave of her release as his cock jerked violently, sending a new current of pleasure spiral through her as the spines caught anew, and suddenly began to spill within her hot streams as the manticore grunted and moaned his pleasure.

He fucked her deeper as he continued to fill her with his seed, dragging out her pleasure as the spurts never seemed to taper off but filled her until it spilled out from between them. Even then he continued to moan and bathe her insides with his hot cum until she was shaking beneath him, and half collapsed.

When he finally dragged his cock from within her, it was with a pulling sensation that made her gush and moan again, her body shivering and twitching in the aftermath as he dismounted. A deep, moaning purr erupted from the monster and suddenly she was plucked up from the cold ground and drawn up against the heat of his furred chest. His musculature felt strange against her cheek, but she had to admit that it wasn’t unpleasant. His body temperature was higher than a human and it actually made him far nicer to be snuggled against.

She had to be out of her mind to snuggle with a monster but that was where they were, and she didn’t have the energy to resist or put up a fight after what she had just done.

“We shall return home now, little human,” he purred.

“Abby,” she mumbled. “Considering what we’ve just done, you might as well use it. It’s better than just being called ‘human.’”

He rumbled with amusement, but she felt his nod. “Considering that you no doubt have a variety of unpleasant things at hand to call me, I will likewise insist that you call me Samir.”

“Pity, asshole monster fitted you so well,” she mumbled, and his chest shook as it rumbled again with his laughter.

“Perhaps so, my little assassin, but time for us to take our rest, I think. I will want you again very soon as it has been long since I’ve had such satisfaction breeding a tight little cunt and would prefer it to be in my bed this time.”

Abby sighed heavily. She guessed she couldn’t complain of getting good and fucked while she worked out a way to get away from him and do her duty.

Chapter

Five

The female deeply amused and intrigued Samir. Perhaps that was why he had allowed her to live, and why he had brought her home until her delicious scent drove him half-mad with desire. He did not normally enjoy having any kind of weakness, but he decided that Abby was one that he could both tolerate and truly want.

She was certainly entertaining as well. He watched her lazily through slitted eyes as she wandered around his home. Her sneaky attempts to pry into things made him shake with silent laughter. She was truly adorable, and so very determined. But she also had a good heart, which was what truly solidified his interest. He could tolerate a certain amount of foolishness but not something twisted or spoiled within. And Abby was like a breath of fresh air to him when he had spent so long breathing in the dank air of the caverns.

He did not count going out into the desert at night. As beautiful as the desert it was, the experience had long lost its magic. Prowling the land had become a matter of necessity more than anything—a way to find food and procure whatever he required. It was not about pleasure. At least his cavern was a restful refuge when he did not have ridiculous humans invadingit. Yet, they had sent Abby to him, so he could not be too angry at them this time.

But the humans of Dezia, especially those who caravaned across the Sanna and who dwelled in within the city, Veldala, were exhausting. As much as he enjoyed what luxuries and goods the caravans provided, he would rather not go about his business with them in such an uncivilized way. He disliked enduring the shrieks of fright from the terrorized merchants and those humans that their king sent across the desert for him. Abby was the only human who, despite her attempt to kill him and repeated attempts at escape, did not vex him. She was as charming as she was conniving and it amused him to watch her while the wheels turned in her head, working out how to escape him. Was that not the reason that he was lying in wait for her—eager to catch her once more in their delightful little game. As if that was even possible

Except she did not come, and he found that irrationally disappointing. He knew that she wished to escape and was busily plotting, but why had she not made another attempt? He doubted that she had any inkling on how futile such an effort would be. That was part of what amused him about the entire situation. He had anticipated and looked forward to putting down every single escape attempt as he luxuriated in her scent every time he dragged her beneath him. And that sweet perfume was the very reason why she would never be able to escape.

Although he did not put any further sexual demands on her since their first encounter, he did insist that she share his bed with him, and he was now so familiar with her scent that he could likely find her anywhere. Her scent was unequivocally delicious. Even thinking of its sweet fragrance made him more aware of her perfume drifting through his cavern. The musk was quite tantalizing, and he lifted his lips to draw it more fullyinto him until he could practically taste it, a low purr rumbling through his chest.

It was truly decadent. It was not quite as delicious as the scent and taste of her that he had enjoyed the day before when he had her pinned beneath him, but he knew that nothing would ever be able to compare to the velvety flavor of her desire. Just thinking of it as he breathed in her scent made his cock ache within his sheath. He wanted to mount her again but this time properly with her full cooperation. He wanted to rut her in earnest without worrying about escape and until she mewed like a kitten with unfettered pleasure beneath him before shrieking her pleasure to the ears of the deep-dwell gods.

His breath shuddered from him in a broken pant. His hands fisted as his claws sank deep into the thick pads of his palms. As much as we pleased to tear apart the humans who threatened him, he wanted Abby with an instinctive demand that was difficult to ignore. Why did he not just take her again and slake his need? It would be as easy as before. The first time was a game and a test, exploring the limits of her arousal. This time he could fully slake his need upon her, rutting her until his seed was entirely spent from his sac. Perhaps then he would finally drive the aching need from his loins that had been unwelcomingly sprung on him.

If he no longer desired her, could he be capable of killing her then?

Grumbling with disgust at his internal reflections, Samir stalked restlessly through his cavern. He needed something to take his mind off such terrible ruminations. While he understood many of his brethren in ages long past had felt otherwise, he did not enjoy killing humans. He certainly could not stomach the thought of eating them. That it even crossed his mind that he would be capable of killing Abby when she tormented and amused him so much for no other than justbecause his lust would be satiated disturbed him. That he considered forcing himself on her at all made him ill. She was not currently aroused and intoxicating him with heavy doses of her pheromones. He would not touch her again unless she invited him to.

He most definitely needed a distraction.

Biting back a growl he stormed into the main chamber and came to an immediate halt at the sight of the female sitting in his chair with one foot propped against its arm while the other swung lazily from where her leg was draped over it. He had never seen furnishing treated so carelessly. He considered how to deal with it, but his ire rose rapidly when she turned her head to peer at him smugly as she ground her foot against the chair’s intricate weave. He bit back a snarl of annoyance as he stared at the offending foot as her chuckle tripped over his frayed nerves.

“Is there a problem, Samir?” she cooed. “All you have to do is let me go and you would never have to deal with footprints on your favorite chair ever again.”

His eyes narrowed at her. She was very perceptive. Although the main chamber had only two chairs, that was his favorite. His mouth quirked as he caught on to her intent. Instead of trying to sneak out, she was hoping to force him into driving her out. A deep chuckle rolled from his chest, immediately drawing a frown from his lovely captive.

“No problem other than having to discipline an unruly kitten,” he observed as he bent and plucked her up.

Abby squealed within his arms as she attempted to wriggle away but it was a short trip to the other chair into which he unceremoniously dumped. She sputtered as she brushed her curly hair from her eyes to glare up at him, but he merely grinned in turn as he settled once more into his chair. This was more like it.

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