Page 90 of Sweetling
Allarion groaned and wrapped a hand around her wrist. “There’s no need,” he insisted. “This was for you. I am content.”
“Fuck that,” she scoffed, tossing the coverlet aside to reveal him to the soft candlelight. “I want to see your fae cock.”
A surprised laugh parted his lips as he watched her sit up. She could see he meant to argue again, so Molly employed one of her best methods to get her way. Swinging a leg over him to straddle his legs, she smiled to herself to see how his gaze riveted on her swaying breasts.
She arched her back and pushed them together slightly with her upper arms as she worked quickly on the ties of his trou. Despite himself, his hands drifted onto her legs, up to her flanks, and up to frame her waist.
When the ties loosened, Molly greedily sought her prize. His hot flesh nearly scalded her as she drew his cock from the waistband of the trou.
She cooed in appreciation at the sight of him. Long but not too long, thick but not terribly so, he had the most perfect cock she’d ever seen. Even if it was flushed a deep violet. And most interesting of all was the gleaming silver ball studded near the head.
Teasing her finger over the piercing, she grinned to see how he jumped and twitched at her touch.
“This will feel amazing inside me,” she mused. “Did you get it just for me?”
“I didn’t know it then, but yes,” he breathed. “Everything’s always been for you.”
She hummed with pleasure. “I like that. I think I’ll like this, too.”
A richly dark chuckle reverberated from his throat, and Allarion lifted a hand to hold her chin between finger and thumb. That thumb pressed into the soft flesh of her bottom lip, his eyes watching rapturously as he eased it into her mouth. “The things that come out of this wicked little mouth…”
Molly smiled, catching his thumb with her teeth. “This all you want to do with my mouth?”
His nostrils flared.
Keeping his gaze as he had hers, Molly lowered herself over his lap. Shelovedhis choked moan when she caught his cockhead on her tongue. As she rolled the piercing on her tongue, she gathered her breasts in either hand to capture the shaft between them.
“Molly…” he wheezed. She smiled around his flesh—he’d never wheezed before.
She set about seeing what other sounds she could have him make. His cockhead stretched her lips, and it took effort to take more of him inside her mouth, no matter how she wetted it on her tongue.
So she did what she could, delighting in his responses as she teased and kissed and nipped the head and piercing. He nearly jumped off the bed when she wrapped her lips around the silver stud and sucked.
Her breasts ached and her nipples hardened as she massaged them against him. Little by little, his hips began to buck, pushing the shaft through the pocket between her tits. Spend leaked down the head and shaft, easing his way.
“That’s it,” she murmured against the head, “give it all to me.”
Allarion bared his fangs in a grimace of agonized pleasure, and Molly shuddered to see the razor-sharp teeth that’d sat at her throat. But it wasn’t a shiver of fear she felt, oh no—a thrill of excitement pierced her in the belly, her cunt clutching on nothing.
Fates, did shewanthim to bite her?
She lost the thought as his magic teased around her hips. Molly gasped when it found her soaked entrance from behind and began to pool to cover all of her pink, swollen flesh. It rubbed at her clitoris as that phantom cock pushed inside.
Molly sealed her mouth around his purple cock and moaned.
Allarion threw his head back, his great chest heaving. Spend filled her mouth, salt and musk spilling from her lips. When she couldn’t take more, she released him with a gasp, spend spurting to paint her chin and tits.
Another smaller orgasm rippled through her, that phantom cock unrelenting, and Molly pinched a nipple and his piercing to prolong everything.
She rode his shuddering, bucking body through both their orgasms, and when he settled, Molly slipped onto her side beside him, boneless.
They were both a sticky mess and had probably ruined his fine trou, but she really couldn’t care. If this was what awaited her long life with him…
Happy days.
His hands came around her, and she let him pull her up his body to cover him like a blanket. Tucking her head against his chest, he kissed the crown of her head.
“My clever, beautiful mate,” he sighed happily, and that was the last thing she heard before slipping into a deep, peaceful sleep.
