Page 13 of Feral

I was breathless under Blaylock’s ferocious perusal and need. He peppered heated, fervent kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, and settled on my breasts. That pointed tongue of his smoothed over my nipple, and I arched into him reflexively, a guttural moan escaping my lips. God, that was better than anything I’d ever felt. The sensations bolted right to my clit, causing that little nub to throb.

“Blaylock, please,” I begged, my hands spearing through his hair, fisting the silky strands. My fingers found his large, hard horns again and I circled around them. Ever so lightly, I glided my palms along their lengths. Back and forth. Back and forth, Back and forth.

A sound of uncontrolled desire ripped from deep within Blaylock’s chest—very primal, very feral. He gave my nipple one last, long lick, and rose slightly to lock his gaze on mine.

I opened my mouth, knowing what I wanted to say, but no words spilled from my parted lips. This low hum and vibration came from him, and he stood slowly, almost methodically, and undid the ties of his leather pants before pushing them down his muscular legs.

And the sight ofitsent a shock of heat straight to the center of my pussy.

For long seconds, I just stared at him… at what was between his legs. The length wasmassive, thicker and longer thananything I’d ever seen, and bigger than what could comfortably fit inside of a woman.

It was a dark gray color, the same as the rest of his body, and looked smooth and utterly intimidating as it hardened into something more—somethingstone-like. My breath caught as I noticed a smaller secondary appendage, similar in appearance to his cock, emerging from the slitted tip.

“This,” he rasped, his voice rough with desire as he grabbed his cock and stroked himself, the second appendage emerging even more, “will ensure my seed goes where it needs to—whenyou’reready.”

His words sent a jolt through me. The realization of what he meant was both thrilling and overwhelming. The sight of Blaylock,fully exposedfor me, fully erect for me, sent a shock of heat straight to my pussy, my body ready to give in to the primal need he ignited in me.

“You are mine,” he said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.

He lowered his body between my thighs, his massive hands spreading me wide as his face hovered over my pussy. He looked into my eyes for only a second before his pointed tongue delved into my pussy hole with a hunger that made me cry out.

His mouth was hot, wet, and relentless as he lapped at me with a rhythm that had my hips bucking uncontrollably, my cunt grinding against his face, smearing my cream over his mouth and cheeks. Blaylock growled against me, the vibrations sending sharp waves of pleasure through my body.

“Yes,” I moaned uncontrollably. I writhed beneath him, my hands tugging on his horns, stroking him, and causing him to growl, the vibrations spearing right to my clit. I gasped, my voice breaking as his tongue curled inside me, teasing, tasting,claiming.

“My little bird is delicious,” he snarled and ate me out with more fervor, sliding his tongue in and out of me only to slip out every now and then to lick me from my ass to my clit.

He didn’t stop, his movements growing more fervent as I grew wetter and needier until I was trembling on the edge of release. Just as I was about to tip over the edge, Blaylock pulled away, his breath ragged, his mouth glossy from my pussy juices.

Without a word, he grabbed the root of his cock and positioned himself over me, the thick, stone-hard tip of his cock pressing against my pussy hole, his little appendage wiggling and pushing against me, trying to gain entrance. God… he was hard. Like literal stone. But hotter than fire.

He paused, his gaze locked on mine, silently asking me for my consent.

I nodded, breathless, desperate. With a low growl, he pushed forward, filling me completely in one slow, searing thrust that made me scream his name and tighten my hold on his horns. His whole body shuddered in response.

I said his name repeatedly, chanting it like a prayer as he filled me completely, stretching me in ways that were painful but deliciously erotic.

I’d never been with anyone sexually, and I knew the wetness I felt wasn’t just from my arousal but also from him tearing through my innocence. My virgin blood.

As if reading my thoughts, he pulled out, but only long enough to shift his body so he could drag his tongue over my tender hole, licking away my innocent blood and groaning with desire.

And then he was right back inside me, pushing through my unused body, claiming me as his. My body adjusted to him slowly, and when he moved with more intensity, as if trying to race to a finish line, I cried out, my back arching off the ground.

Something in me exploded, lights and suns coexisting as one while the pleasure coursed through my body and stole my voice and the air from my lungs.

Blaylock’s thrusts were deep, deliberate, each one hitting a spot inside me with a rhythm that made me see stars and dragged my orgasm out even more. I used my hold on his horns as leverage as I met his thrusts with my own. He groaned, his hips slamming against mine.

He was about to find his release.

His stone-hard cock thickened inside me, and I felt a tickling at his tip. I knew it was his second appendage extending, moving deeper in my body before he came.

The scorching heat of his cum filled my womb. It was wet and thick, and I felt it slip out from where we were connected.

“Katrina,” he growled, his voice raw with need. “I’ll never let you go.”

“More,” I gasped, my body craving him, needing him and needing another release.

Not thinking twice, Blaylock began pumping again. His thrusts were fast and hard as his hands gripped my hips with bruising force. The night garden seemed to come alive around us, the flowers blooming brighter, the crystal veins pulsing with a light that matched the rhythm of our bodies.

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