Page 119 of King Luna

Noah grins. “The rabbit, then the dildo?”

I nod, flushing down my chest.

With a quick splash of lube onto the toy, Noah circles the rabbit’s tip at my entrance. But between Noah's horny musk and his hot breath on my neck, it slips right in.

My moan escapes me as a throaty, pleased purr.

Noah's wolven stare traces my face, spiking my heart rate. But I’m not nervous: instead of making me feel self-conscious, those green, eager eyes make me give the rabbit a heavy squeeze.

Noah glides it back and forth a few times manually before pausing to click it on. To my surprise, it doesn’t thrust just yet, lighting up and awaiting another button’s instructions.

“How does it feel?” Noah asks.

I smile. “It’s nice... But still small, after a certain someone taught me how good it feels to be filled to bursting.”

Noah chuckles, his eyes shifting from emerald green to a grassy golden. “Then how about we turn it on? Tell me which setting you like.”

He flips through the settings until my lungs expand, my eyelids fluttering.

“Th-there.”

Noah lifts an eyebrow, listening in. The uneven thrusting rhythm catches my nerves off guard in the best way.

“Does that mimic the real thing?” he whispers.

“Almost.”

Grinning against my cheek, Noah purrs. “But?”

I giggle. “But you definitely mate me heavier.”

Reaching between my legs, I search for a second, separate button than the thruster. Noah's eyes glow yellow with hunger as I take matters into my own hands, clicking the button. When the protruding nub vibrates over my clit, I suck in a tight breath, my hips rocking on their own accord.

Noah strokes my hair back, his eyes sweeping over my writhing form. “Oh, there you go. Beautiful.”

Having memorized the thrusting pattern, Noah angles each thrust with his hand, rubbing up on my G-spot.

“O-oh! Noah, you make it better—”

“Fuck. I want to thrust that knotting toy manually, instead. Can I, Luna?”

I can barely get my words out, my chest heaving as the vibrations tease my clit until I ride on the edge. “Y-yes. Please—”

Noah clicks the toy off, leaving me breathless and desperate for release. I collapse into the mattress, my toes curling through residual aftershocks of pleasure.

But Noah makes quick work of switching the toys, the massive dildo lubed and ready at my entrance. After rocking the thick tip between my labia, Noah bends to kiss my inner thigh, sending my heart into my throat.

“Breathe, Luna. This will take some work.”

I relax my thighs, nuzzling my face into the cushy blanket nest surrounding me. As Noah’s forearm flexes beneath my palm, I help him control the amount it slinks into me, widening my knees as I provide counterpressure. But the damn thing ismassive, its domed tip struggling to fit past my pelvic opening—until it slips in with a sudden pop, my muscles granting entry.

A cascade of pleasure washes down my chest, my jaw dropping. After allowing me to take a few heaving breaths, Noah sinks the toy’s thick shaft deeper. Heavy, blissful pressure mounts low in my belly as the toy steals any and all room inside me, pushing a groan from my core at its thorough massage.

The second I relax, my mate pumps with soft, slow thrusts.

I choke on desperate pants for air, my hips bucking at the sight of Noah’s veined arm flexing into me. “O-oh, yes— That's more— More like—”

Noah purrs, pulling the flexible toy back before plunging its thick shaft even deeper.

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