Page 19 of Suspicions on the Stage
“Mmmhmm.” Her tongue flicks over my belly ring playfully before she responds. “The boys can play with you if you’re all interested. I enjoy seeing my men find pleasure and love if they are so moved. But no one else… ever. The matebond in our family is ours and no one else’s.”
Somehow, that turns me on even more.
Pre-cum leaks from my dick at her words, and when she nuzzles my tattooed pelvis, I shudder again. “You are the perfect mate, Morgana. Anyone who doesn’t see that is the biggest fool in all the realms.”
Looking up with a slow, satisfied grin, the only woman to hear my song without being entranced inhales deeply. Her eyes close for a second and she says, “You smell like the ocean, darling. It’s intoxicating.”
I dip my chin, panting a bit as she hovers so close. “Our… semen… smells like the ocean. It tastes—” My words are cut off by Morgana’s lip closing around the head of my cock, and all I can do is moan loudly when her tongue laps up the moisture leaking from it. “Uggnnnnhhhhh.”
She hums, making my hips buck up to encourage her to go further. I’ve never felt anything so amazing in my entire life, but it only gets better as her warmth slides down my shaft. Morgana traces the suckers as she goes, and I grit my teeth. By the time her chin is within reach of the tentacles, I’m making sounds so needy that I barely recognize myself.
I am definitely, without a doubt, hers.
As she slides up my dick, then down, building a leisurely rhythm to the tune she’s using to buzz sound over me in a symphony of pleasure, I grip the comforter in my fists. I’m trying not to do anything she hasn’t instructed me to, but I want to bury my fingers in her hair badly. The lone snake bobs back and forth, looking at me hungrily as my mate sucks me so thoroughly that I’m fighting off a wave that wants to crest inside of me.
“M-Morgana…. madame… oh fucking goddess…”
That’s when the sharp fangs scrape me and I know she must have drawn a tiny bit of blood because the rest of her hair transforms before my eyes. The sight is both powerful and awe-inspiring, but I’m surprised to find it doesn’t frighten me. No, the vision of my mate’s gorgon features only enhances my desire and I arch into her mouth, begging her to give me more without words.
She speeds up her pace and my eyes squeeze shut, letting her guide me to the edge over and over. It’s like she can sense whenI’m about to lose my ability to hold back, and when it gets close, she slows down. The nibbles, licking and sucking are softer, and the orgasm ebbs just enough for me to regain control. After a few times, I’m just lost in the feeling of being controlled completely and all I can do is whimper, moan, and babble my pleas for her.
That’s when she lets go of my cock with a soft ‘pop’, and my eyes open, seeing her grin up at me predatorily. “Such a good boy, Slade. You’ve never done this before and you did it exactly right. Do you feel how sensitive you are now?”
The light breath she blows over my dick almost pushes me off the cliff and I murmur her name in a benediction. “Morrrrgannnnaaa pleeeeeeeeeaseeeee.”
“Please, what, darling?” she practically purrs.
“I need you to fuck me so badly,” I say as my entire body vibrates with desire.
My mate looks delighted, and she moves off of me immediately. The loss is almost devastating, but I watch her remove the rest of her clothes and methodically fold them. I’m aching with need, damn near salivating for her as she puts a knee on the end of the bed and crawls up my body slowly. The minute her pussy brushes over my cock, I moan loudly. My hips hump against her; I can’t stop them.
I’m so damn close that it’s just shy of painful, but I won’t displease her.
“Now, my darling,” she says as her hand closes over me, squeezing lightly as she holds me in position. “I’m going to fuck you and you may do whatever you need to… but do not come until I say. Understand?”
My head bobs as she moves me to her entrance, the slickness there coating the head of my dick exactly like I knew it would. “Yes, Morgana.”
The second I slide inside of her, stars flash behind my eyes and I know that I’m home. Her pussy grips me and I let the siren part of me loose. She gave me permission, and I’m going to make her feel as good as she’s made me feel. The suckers work over her, including spots that draw snarls from her throat. My ticklers wiggle eagerly and, though I’ve never done this before, my instincts take over. They stimulate her clit until she rocks over me, her pace picking up as the things I worried would make me repulsive to other supes drive her wild.
“Sl-Slade, holy goddamnfuck,” she growls as her gaze meets mine and she slams down onto me. “That’s… holy shit. I mean, you’re made to…mother. fucker.”
My gut tightens as she rides me harder and faster, the sounds of her pleasure enhancing my own. When I get close enough that I’m worried I won’t be able to stop, the plea escapes in me in a lilting melody only my kind can wield. “Please, may I come?”
The soft, short song makes her eyes flash possessively, and she bares her fangs at me with a dark grin. “Yes, my darling. Now you'refullymine.”
The last thing I see is her darting for my shoulder with a chorus of hisses and light explodes as our bodies fall over the edge together.
I’m hers…
home
MORGANA
It takes a bit before I’m even conscious enough to think, much less move. I’m no stranger to sex, but this experience is solidly in the top five I’ve ever had. Everything about the beautiful siren beneath me is so different, yet so familiar that it makes my blood hum just to remember it—and it was only a little bit ago. He’s still melted underneath me, breathing slowly as I drape over his body and come back to reality.
“Morgana, that was…”
“Uh-huh,” I murmur in response. “It was.”
