Page 27 of Feral Creed

Okay, I’m still hard. “Yeah, I don’t think we should kill her,” I say.

“I don’t want to kill her,” she says, rubbing her thumb over the sensitive part of my cock, right behind the head.

“I don’t either,” I say, my voice growing thick. “Which is why I think we should do something else.”

“Like…”

“I don’t know exactly,” I say, “but I think the biggest problem is if she would tell anyone about us, right? So, what if we could make it so she couldn’t do that?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not sure, exactly,” I say. “But it would be poetic if she was stripped of her personality. If we returned her intact, but—you know—brain damaged.”

She considers. “That is poetic.”

“But I don’t know how to do that to someone,” I say.

“I wonder if Calix has access to anything at Cedar Falls that would work,” she says. “We should ask him.”

“That’s a good idea,” I say, grinning. Okay, well, this problem seems entirely solved. Also, the way she’s touching me is amazing. I shut my eyes.

She giggles. “You smell so good right now, Striker.”

I chuckle. “You were right about needing a little release, I think. I could be close.”

“Where do you want to come?” she says in a little coquettish voice. “You want to be inside me? Or in my mouth? Or come all over me?”

“I don’t even care,” I say. “What about you, sweet thing? Should take care of you first.”

“No, you first,” she says, stroking me. “This is about you.”

“Well, then, at least, you decide where you want me to come,” I say, sighing in happiness. “I’m just lucky that you’re touching my dick, beautiful.”

She giggles. “I want to taste you, Striker.”

I groan. Fuck, how did this even happen to me? How did I ever get this woman? She’s so amazing. I’m a very lucky man. “That’s so hot, you know that?”

She’s rearranging herself so that she can get me in her mouth. “I love the way you taste, Striker,” she says as she licks around the head of me.

I gasp.

“All of my alphas taste a little different, but all of your tastes are ones I want to savor,” she says. “I want you to spill yourself all over my tongue, baby, all over my throat. Can you do that for me?”

“Uh, fuck,” I pant.

She sucks the head of me and then comes off. “Answer me, alpha, can you paint my throat with your come, baby?”

“I can,” I whisper. I really, really want to.

She takes me into her mouth again.

Oh, hell, I’m not going to last very long at all. She takes me all the way into her mouth, practically swallowing the head of me, and then she eases up just to lick the head of me, and then she goes back down again, lips to my knot.

I come with a shout, unable to stop myself. She feels too fucking good.

She takes her time swallowing me as I pump into her mouth.

She licks me over, getting every last drop of me.

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