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His eyes went half-lidded again, gleaming in the dim light of the massage grotto.
“It means I am going to spread your sweet little pussy open and bring you pleasure,” he growled softly. “I will stroke you and massage your tight little Goddess pearl until you come for me.”
As he spoke, his thumbs were already rubbing her outer lips, teasing her…halfway parting her to reveal the bud of her clit, which was aching for his touch.
Miranda didn’t even stop to consider if she ought to let him or not—her body felt more alive than it had in years. It was as though the big Monstrum’s touch was activating something in her—something that had been sleeping but was now coming fully awake.
“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned, her hips bucking. “Touch me—make me come!”
“Good girl.” Korrath spread her open, and one warm, furred fingertip slipped into her inner pussy and began to circle her clit. It felt like velvet—soft and slick—and she cried out as pleasure shot through her.
At the same time, another finger pressed into her, stretching her…filling her.
“Does that feel good, Miranda?” he purred, his gaze lazy with lust. “Do you like to have your pussy filled while I stroke your sweet clit?”
“Yes!” she gasped, arching her back. “Feels…incredible!”
“Mmm, but it can feel better.”
The big Monstrum slid another finger inside her, angling upward until he found a place that made her cry out, her nails clawing at the moss. Was that her G-spot? How did a Monstrum warrior know about that? Her ex had barely been able to find her clit—most of the time he missed it. He never would have found that secret spot inside. To be honest, he never even would have looked for it.
But Korrath didn’t just find the spot—he mastered it. He stroked inside her and at the same time, drew circles around her clit, building her pleasure until she couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Oh…oh, God!” Miranda moaned as her orgasm rushed over her like a warm tidal wave. The pleasure ripped through her—dizzying—overwhelming. She moaned, hips bucking, as his purr rumbled above her and his fingers teased her, pushing her higher and higher.
“That’s it, lovely one,” he murmured, still stroking her through it. “Such a good girl, coming so hard for me. I can feel how tight your little pussy is squeezing my fingers…love to make you come.”
“Oh…ohhh,” Miranda moaned as the pleasure finally eased. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had made her come—probably never. Martin certainly never had. And she’d never had a man handle her so masterfully—as though he knew her body as well as she did herself. It was amazing…overwhelming.
She collapsed back against the moss, trembling, her body still twitching with aftershocks. It was the best orgasm she’d ever had, she thought. But she couldn’t help wondering…where did they go from here?
10
KORRATH
Korrath couldn’t stop watching her. The sight of her trembling on the moss table, her soft body quivering with the aftershocks of pleasure, nearly undid him. Every instinct in his blood screamed at him to mount her, to knot her, to spill his seed deep inside her soft, sucking pussy and Bond her to him once and for all.
But no…not yet.
Miranda was still new to his world, new to his touch, he reminded himself. He wanted their Bonding to be more than just a heat-driven coupling. He wanted her surrender freely given, not stolen by biology and hunger.
Still, restraint did not come easily. His shaft strained against the confines of his leather trousers, throbbing with the need to bury itself in her slick heat. His claws wanted to dig into the moss, to hold her down and take her—thrusting deep in her sweet, hot pussy until she begged him to come deep inside her…until she?—
No.
Korrath knew he had to calm down. He forced himself to draw in a deep breath, pulling her intoxicating scent deeper into his lungs until he nearly shuddered with pleasure. It didn’t help his lust much, but it did still his racing heart.
Carefully, he withdrew his fingers from her sweet little pussy, slick with her juices. The sight made his mouth water. He raised them to his lips and sucked, savoring the taste of her—rich and salty-sweet, like nectar blended with spice. His purr rumbled out low and hungry, vibrating through the chamber.
“Gods,” he growled softly. “You taste even better than I dreamed.”
Miranda stirred, blinking up at him with dazed gray eyes, her lips parted. Her cheeks and chest were flushed, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath. She looked utterly undone…and utterly beautiful.
Korrath bent and pressed a kiss to her temple, then drew back, forcing his body to stillness. He plucked a folded wrap of soft woven fiber from a nearby vine and draped it over her curves, cocooning her in warmth. She startled a little at the gesture, her eyes going wide, as though she hadn’t expected tenderness, and his chest ached at the thought of how little she must have been given by her human mate.
He still didn’t understand how the humans could leave their mates so easily. The concept of “divorce” made no sense to a Monstrum. They searched their whole lives for the one woman the Goddess had set aside for them. Why would they ever want to leave to try and find another when the Goddess herself had already provided perfection?
“Rest now, lovely one,” he murmured, stroking her tangled hair back from her forehead. “Coming so hard has tired you out, I fear.”
