Page 54 of Hers to Claim

Cisco moved away from her to check on the unicorn, unbuckling the cuffs as he went.

Dante murmured and shifted on the bench as Cisco moved around him. “So much better than okay. Holy shit. I haven’t ever been fucked like that.”

She moved around to the front of him and crouched down to help him up. “You sure? She didn’t exactly ask permission.”

Dante chuckled and let out a groan as he straightened. He pulled her into a hug. “Yeah, I’m good, sweetheart. Dubcon is my own personal catnip. Just give me a quick snuggle.” He buried his face in the crook of her neck and held her close, his hands settling on her hips.

Cisco pressed his face to the back of Dante’s neck in a soft nuzzle. “He didn’t use his safeword. I was listening for it.” He ruffled the unicorn’s hair as he straightened. “Though he probably should have.”

Dante lifted his head. “I don’t know how I know, but she wasn’t going to hurt me, even before you stepped in. Something about her magic, maybe? It didn’t feel scary.” He smiled disarmingly. “I was glad you were there, but I really don’t think she would have harmed me.”

“What did it feel like?” Cisco prompted.

Dante sighed pleasantly. “Like being safe. Being possessed.” He met Mari’s eyes and pink stained his cheeks. “Being loved.”

“It certainly felt like affection to me. She felt the same way about you,” Mari said to Cisco. She braced herself for what she had to say next. “You didn’t seem surprised to see her.”

Cisco looked away briefly, but his eyes returned to hers after a moment. “We’ve met before. At the ritual. When I put you under, she came forward. At the time I didn’t know who she was though, I thought she was just a facet of your subconscious. This time it was much more obvious that she wasn’t you.”

Mari took a few beats to let the reality of what he was saying sink in. There was someone else, somethingelse, living inside of her. And she had been there a long time. “She’s the one Dohal was talking about. The monster.” She held Dante tighter to comfort herself. She didn’t know what to make of all of this. At the time it hadn’t felt at all strange, but in the aftermath she was worried that she couldn’t take control back if she wanted to. Had she wanted to?

“Well, at least she’s probably not going to try to murder us.” Cisco grinned. “Only fuck us into submission.”

“Hey, I highly recommend it,” Dante said with a big smile, his dimples out in full force. “Just make sure you stretch first.” He winked.

Cisco rolled his eyes. “I’m going to step out and let you two have some alone time.” He turned an appraising look on Dante. “You earned your reward.”

Dante lifted Mari up into his arms with her legs around his waist. “Yum.” He watched quietly as Cisco left and then returned his attention to Mari. “Where would you like to be my feast?”

“You’re sure you enjoyed that?” She stared into his startling blue eyes, needing to be certain.

Dante kissed her, sweet and soft, with a curl to his lips. “Let me show you how much.” He smoothed his hands over her ass as he started to walk with her.

He set her gently on a daybed that was tucked into a corner of the playroom and knelt on the floor, sparing an amused glance for the restraints that dangled from every rail. “Think you can keep your hands to yourself?”

Every stitch of her magic was gone, sucked away to wherever the goddess was hoarding it. Without it, she felt strangely raw and empty as her desire mounted. She gripped one of the handrails. “We’ll see.” She leaned back and grabbed the one behind her as well.

Dante watched her settle with a smile, and then without any preamble he reached under her skirt to remove her thong. He left it dangling around one ankle as he lifted her leg over his shoulder to expose her to him.

He leaned down and nuzzled her folds. “I hope you’ve missed me as much as I’ve missed you.”

Before she could come up with a suitably snarky response, he dove in, lifting her hips to his mouth as he licked a long, slow stroke from bottom to top. Mari groaned and gripped the handrails so she didn’t reach for him. He held her open and repeated the same torturous motion twice more, only relenting when she moaned with wanton abandon.

With a ravenous growl, he sucked her clit into his mouth and bit down lightly. Her hips bucked at the increased sensation. He murmured pleasantly into her as he rearranged her for better access, spreading her thighs with his hands and holding her open for his more serious assault.

He alternated lapping at her with teasing strokes of his tongue and giving her clit more direct attention with his lips at random intervals until Mari thought she would climb out of her skin. She was panting for breath when he sat back on his heels and smiledat her. “You look gorgeous like this, wide open for me and teased into a frenzy.”

The lust in his eyes as he glanced over her made her cunt clench. She lifted her hips to tempt him, and he relented immediately, lowering his head to favor her clit with a dirty swirl of his tongue.

She rocked up into his mouth. “I want to ride that sinful tongue, Dante.”

He chuckled against her as he wound his tongue in another slow circle meant to drive her to distraction. With a slow bob of his head, he gave her clit a series of suckling kisses that drew out long. Her toes curled as she arched up into him, desperate for more.

“Please,” she begged. “I need more.”

The humming noise of contentment that came from him made her quiver and he set to work with his tongue in earnest. With quick, sure circles of his tongue, he had her crying out in what seemed like a moment. Another, more firm bite made her come undone, her body clenching around nothing as the climax barreled over her. He sucked on her clit with gentle pressure, extending the orgasm until she felt wrung out. Only then did he lower his head to push his tongue into her trembling cunt.

He savored her with long, luscious strokes of his tongue, making loud noises of enjoyment as he devoured her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her closer so she could ride his face with abandon, her thighs draped over his shoulders. When he sat up a long while later with glazed eyes, she was even more messy than when he started. Her wetness glistened on his lips and chin.

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