Page 19 of Pleasured By the Panther
“Ohhh…” she moaned, arching a little. That felt good.
Then she felt something small—no bigger than a pencil eraser—slip between her pussy lips.
“Oh!” she cried, trying to close her legs. “What in the world?”
“No.” Korrath’s voice was low and commanding in her ear. His arms tightened around her. “Don’t shut them. Let the blooms pleasure you.”
“But…but it was trying to get into my…my…”
“Your soft little pussy?” he rumbled. “Of course the blooms want to be there—it is the source of your arousal. Don’t fear, Miranda. Just open yourself and let them in.”
“Well…all right, I guess. But only for a minute.”
Feeling uncertain, she forced herself to let her thighs drift apart again. Immediately, the tiny bloom slipped in and began circling her clit with wet, teasing strokes.
“Oh!” Sparks of electricity shot through her, making her buck her hips and splash water, causing ripples in the pool.
Whatever the plant was secreting was making her clit so sensitive. It felt incredible—almost too much.
But her gasp and moan seemed to draw more blooms. One larger—about the size of her favorite vibrator back home—slid between her thighs, nudging at her opening.
Miranda started to close her legs again, only to find that the big Monstrum had his hands under her thighs and was holding her open.
“But wait—it’s trying to…to…” she stammered.
“To fuck you?” Korrath finished silkily, his emerald eyes half-lidded with lust as he watched. “Yes, lovely one. Why don’t you let it?”
Her breath hitched. Martin would have hated this. The one time he’d found her vibrator, he’d called it emasculating. Told her she didn’t need “toys” if she had a husband. He’d bullied her into throwing it out, though of course she’d bought another later, in secret. Because he hadn’t ever been enough—he hadn’t even tried.
And now here was Korrath, urging her on. Not threatened. Not angry. He was into it…wanting her to enjoy herself.
And she realized—so did she.
“All right then,” she murmured in a voice that only trembled a little. “I’ll let it in—at least for a minute.”
“Good,” Korrath praised in that low, velvety voice of his. “Open yourself to pleasure, little one.”
Miranda opened her thighs wider, and the male pleasure bloom seemed to get the idea at once. The thick, rounded tip of the bloom pressed into her…then slid inside with shocking ease.
“Ohhh!” she moaned as it filled her, thrusting deeper.
“That’s it, good girl,” Korrath murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “Take it deep—let it fuck your sweet pussy. Doesn’t it feel good to be filled?”
“Yes!” Miranda moaned, arching her back against him. “God, yes, it does!”
The bloom thrust steadily, its slick length gliding in and out of her channel while the smaller one teased her clit and the others attended her nipples. She moaned helplessly, floating in the big Monstrum’s arms as it worked her, sliding deeper and deeper into her pussy.
“Mmm, look at you getting fucked, little one,” Korrath growled softly. “Look at you opening your pussy like a good girl to take it deep.”
His hot, dirty words made Miranda even hotter. She writhed in the water, her hips working as she let the pleasure bloom fuck her. After a while, she felt it swell inside her, the girth stretching her inner walls even more. Then, with a sudden pulse, it spent itself—flooding her with warm, creamy fluid before withering away and slipping out.
Miranda gasped, her body still trembling, but the orgasm hadn’t come. Her pleasure had been building…and suddenly it was gone. She was left aching, wanting more. But what could she do?
“You haven’t come yet,” Korrath growled softly.
She shook her head, feeling desperate.
“No. It didn’t last long enough.”
