Page 54 of Feral Gods
When I reach the center of her desire, I pause, looking up to meet her gaze. "May I taste you here?"
Her eyes widen in surprise, then darken with renewed hunger. "Yes."
Permission granted, I lower my head to the most intimate part of her, using my tongue to explore her folds with the same thoroughness I've applied to the rest of her body. The taste of her—honey and musk and something uniquely Kaia—inflames my senses, driving me to seek more, to bring her the greatest pleasure possible.
I quickly discover what she enjoys most—firm, steady pressure against the sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex, combined with careful penetration from one thick finger. Her responses guide me, each gasp and moan instructing more clearly than words which touches bring greatest satisfaction.
"Thane," she pants, hands fisting in the furs beneath her. "I'm close... so close..."
I redouble my efforts, focusing my attention precisely where she needs it most. Her release comes with surprising intensity, back arching, my name a broken cry on her lips as pleasure courses through her. I continue my ministrations through her climax, drawing out her enjoyment until she collapses boneless against the furs, chest heaving with exertion.
"By the Thirteen," she breathes, eyes closed in apparent bliss. "That was... I didn't know it could be like that."
Pride surges through me at her reaction—not the arrogant satisfaction of conquest but genuine pleasure in having brought her joy. I move up to lie beside her, gathering her smaller form against my chest with careful tenderness.
"We've only begun," I promise, pressing a kiss to her temple. "If you wish to continue."
Her eyes open, meeting mine with surprising directness given her recent abandonment. "I do. Very much." Her hand moves between us, finding my still-prominent arousal. "I want to feel you inside me."
The blunt declaration, delivered with such obvious desire, tests the limits of my control. I roll onto my back, bringing herwith me so she straddles my hips. "Like this," I suggest. "You control depth and pace."
Understanding dawns in her expression, followed by appreciation for the consideration behind my suggestion. Given our size difference, this position allows her maximum control, minimizing potential discomfort from my considerably larger dimensions.
She rises on her knees, positioning herself above me with deliberate care. I guide my length to her entrance, allowing her to take me at her own pace. The sensation as she begins to sink onto me is exquisite—tight, wet heat enveloping me inch by careful inch.
"Slowly," I caution when she winces slightly. "There's no rush."
"I know," she assures me, pausing to adjust before continuing her careful descent. "You're just... larger than I expected."
Despite the intensity of the moment, I find myself grinning. "Warrior's body, warrior's proportions."
A laugh escapes her, the sound transforming into a gasp as the movement seats me deeper within her. "Humble as always."
Gradually, with patience neither of us knew we possessed, she takes me completely, her body stretching to accommodate my size. When she's fully seated, she pauses, hands braced against my chest, eyes closed in concentration.
"Alright?" I ask, the effort of remaining still testing the limits of my control.
"More than alright," she assures me, eyes opening to reveal pupils blown wide with pleasure. "Extraordinary."
She begins to move then, finding a rhythm that brings mutual satisfaction. My hands span her waist, supporting but not controlling, allowing her to set pace and depth according to her comfort. The sight of her above me—head thrownback, breasts swaying gently with each movement, expression transformed by pleasure—burns itself into my memory with indelible precision.
As her confidence grows, her movements become more assertive, taking me deeper with each downward stroke. I match her rhythm, hips rising to meet hers in perfect counterpoint. The connection transcends mere physical pleasure, creating something I've never experienced before—intimacy beyond the joining of bodies, a meeting of spirits that defies rational explanation.
"Thane," she gasps, pace quickening as pleasure builds toward crescendo. "I'm close again."
"Together," I urge, one hand moving between us to where we're joined, thumb finding the sensitive point that will push her over the edge.
Her second climax triggers my own, her inner walls pulsing around me as I find release deep within her. The pleasure is almost painful in its intensity, washing through me in waves that seem without end. Her name emerges as a growl from my throat, primal and possessive despite my earlier acceptance of shared claim.
When the last tremors subside, she collapses against my chest, breathing ragged, skin sheened with exertion. I wrap my arms around her smaller form, cradling her with a tenderness I never knew myself capable of before her arrival in our lives.
For several minutes, we lie in contented silence, her heartbeat gradually slowing against my chest. When she finally stirs, it's to raise her head and meet my gaze with unexpected solemnity.
"Thank you," she says simply.
The gratitude confuses me. "For what?"
"For showing me another side of yourself. For trusting me with your vulnerability as well as your strength."
