Page 37 of The Stones for It
I laved my tongue across the wet tip, moaning with each desperate lick. Silky soft skin covered the granite length.
He widened his stance, dropping his thickness between my greedily parted lips. It stretched my mouth so wide my jaw ached. He was a fraction cooler than a human, but the taste and thick feel of his rock-hard flesh was drugging. Addictive.
My needy hum vibrated around his tip.
He was huge in every way, towering so high above me, lofty and impossible to reach. He bristled with savage need, jaw clenched and taloned wings flexing.
He dropped his shaft further into my mouth, and his eyes fluttered shut on a blissful groan.
A sense of power filled me, even though I was the one trapped on my knees, naked, with his dick wedging open my jaw.
This giant, feral beast was atmymercy.
I swirled my tongue across his weeping tip again, revelling in the rough grunt it forced from him.
“Tempting little brat,” he rumbled, tightening his grip in my messy waves, claws scraping my scalp and nape.
He fed me more of his cock, lowering himself to force more down my throat. I was barely a few inches past his head before he nudged the back.
I gagged and ripped myself off his length with a rough splutter. Thankfully, he let me go instead of tearing out my hair.
“Fuck,” I coughed. “If you can’t even fit in my mouth…” I trailed off, eyes wide.
His grin was as cocky as I’d ever seen it. “You’re my mate, Kelsea. You were literally made to take me. Or how would I be able to breed you? It will fit.”
His filthy words had me biting my puffy lip.
“The magic in my arousal will help ease the way, too,” he added, almost like an afterthought, as if magical precum wastotally normal and my poor, mortal vagina wasn’t in imminent peril.
I held his gaze, searching for any hint of doubt in his, but there was none to be found. Only a wicked hunger that reflected down to my core.
“I didn’t say you could stop,” he purred in a dark tone. “Now get those pretty lips back where they belong.”
Nerves shivered my spine, a second before he yanked me up by my hair. The sting spiced my vicious need, and I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped me.
But his swollen head was already slapping against my lips and forcing them open. Wide.
Even wider with every meaty inch he pressed into me. He claimed my mouth and movement in my periphery stole my focus.
His spiked tail moved and flexed, and then a familiar, blunt end pressed between my thighs.
He forced them just wide enough for the spikeless tip to rub across my soaked lower lips.
I moaned around his pulsing cock, apparently trying to break my jaw. His tail stroked between my legs, running over my folds and pushing hard against my clit.
“Yes, that’s my good little mortal,” he crooned, drawing his cock out before thrusting back into the tightness of my throat. “Take me.”
His tail slid into my entrance. The fleshy end was warmer and softer, but far wider, than the dagger hilt, and it stretched me deliciously.
But I craved more.
I pushed back against it, feeling another inch slide in.
Vrath shoved his cock to the back of my throat with a snarl. “Stay still.”
His tail pulled out and shoved in roughly.
I moaned, struggling for air as I choked on his meaty length. He fucked my mouth at the same time his tail fucked my pussy. I was a dizzy mess, gasping for breath as pleasure hammered at me.
