Page 81 of Alliance
Fásach bared his fangs as Roz scrambled backwards. She turned away, trying to get back on her feet, but there was no way Fás would let that happen again. He slid his knees over either side of her thighs, pinning her stomach to the moss and capturing each of her wrists beneath his palms.
Nine.When he fastened his fangs around the meat of her shoulder in a crushing grip, she seized up with a gasp of pain. Her face scrunched, a hiccupping whimper breaking through her lips that made his cock pulse.
"I-I offer myself to the hunter that caught me," she panted in a small, strained voice with a harmony so sweet, Fásach felt intoxicated. His fur rose all across his body at those words, words spoken back on Byddie between lovers on the hunt. And as he reached one hand into his pants and pushed his prepuce down to set his cock free, he drooled across her bare shoulder.
Roz pushed her ass up against his weight, dragging her knees into the dark moss until she was spread open for him, inviting him into the lush scent and wetness of her body. He took her gift in a swift, ruthless thrust that made her squirm, back, bowing up against his chest.
Ten.
She hissed in pain, brows drawn together, hands curled into white-knuckled fists. "Don't stop, please.Please,don't stop." Her blood peppered the air from between her legs. Fásach drowned in the combination of sex and violence, lifting hismouth from her shoulder so he could watch her ass quake under the merciless rhythm of his rut. He fisted her hair and held her head sideways to see her expression.
"Your hunter takes what's offered,thuais,"he growled, his skin suddenly too tight, blood pounding through his forehead and gums. Her winces melted into moans, the crease in her brow smoothing over.
"Yes," she panted, her voice jilted from the feverish pounding. "Yes! Fuck me like you'll eat me. Don't stop!"
Lightning raced from his cock up his spine. She was so tight, so wet, andhot.He didn't know it would be like this with another mammal, and the profound lack of connection he'd felt his entire adult life snapped into focus.
Whether because of the rut fever or something more profound, Fás became delirious, abandoning his grip on Roz's head to haul her hips up in his claws. Threads of red crisscrossed her flesh where their points left their mark, little beads of blood rising beneath his grasp. He pounded into her as she screamed, head slung low over trembling arms as he took control of her temple and made it his home.
His entire body seized as the pleasure of triumph built, swelling his sac into hardened stones, tightening every muscle until his lungs could no longer pump. A cracked and desperate sound broke from his throat as he held Roz's cunt tight against his groin and emptied into her. Her walls pulsed once, squeezing his shaft. He shuddered, his claws softening, smearing red blood across her skin beneath the brush of his thumbs.
Roz collapsed onto her elbows, pressing her face back into the moss. Fásach leaned over her, still embraced by the most generous cunt in the world, and licked at where his jaws would leave deep, dark bruises. He whined when she winced, moving his ministrations to the places where his claws had left behind tiny swells of blood like red glass beads.
"That was..." Roz paused and Fásach stiffened. He froze with the length of his tongue dragging against her shoulder blade, palm wrapped gently around her chest where the undersides of her breasts pressed against his forearm. He waited to hear her harmony, to check in, as she searched for whatever words would either make him soar or plummet in shame.
"What?" he asked when she didn't finish her words. He couldn't stand not hearing her say it. Knowing the truth. Had he taken advantage of her? Would she lie and say it was good? He'd barely been conscious.
"What if I still want more?" Roz asked, pushing back on his length experimentally. He groaned as realization dawned, rubbing his antlers against her spine. "Is that me, or...?"
"Did you come?" he panted, flexing his hips so his cock jumped inside her. Her breath hitched, and he did it again, little nudges that made her walls clench as he swelled with new interest.
"I-I don't know... Yes."Liar.
Fás didn't mind the lie though. It was a fluttery little thing that tickled his ear. No malice behind it, just sweetness. Besides, he knew how to make it truth. He withdrew from her with a swollen pop, his wet cock bouncing against his thigh.
His eyes widened as his seed spilled from her cunt into the moss. His everything slowed down, spreading her cheeks up and away so he could see the temple he'd just laid claim to. A pink center with dusty brown petals glistening in a mess of fluids that made his chest stutter with excitement. The bead he'd indulged on before was swollen and hooded. As he took in her beauty, her cunt clenched on nothing, and she groaned with impatience.
Just like that, his sac felt hard once more. He panted open-mouthed, fighting off the urge to push her face back down into the moss with her ass in the air.
Instead, there was something he wanted more. He fell back on his shoulders, gesturing for her to climb over top of him. "Come here." She did, pressing her weight on his chest as she climbed. Her breasts swung above his face, and he lunged upward, taking one in his mouth and sucking hard. Goosebumps skirted across her arms as she pushed her chest into his face. He let it go with a pop and looked up to catch her lidded eyes.
"Use me," he begged, keeping her gaze as he bit her other nipple. She gasped, her thighs flexing on either side of his chest. When she didn't move, he pushed her breasts together and thrust his tongue in the well between them, showing her how it moved, how long it could stretch.
"Roz."
She jolted, blinking at him. "Yes?" she asked breathlessly.
"Think about how you want to come and take it."
Her heart thudded so hard in her chest that it made her sway as the moments ticked by.Fás waited for her to choose. To sit back on his cock or...
He groaned when she lifted first one knee then the other, over his shoulders. Her thighs were pillowy, cushioning his ears and pressing them into his antlers as he positioned her dripping cunt in front of his lips. He hugged her thighs like a sack of grain, careful not to prick her with his claws this time. His nose rubbed into their mixed fluids, and he growled.
"Does my buck like to clean up?" Roz asked, her voice husky and low. She leaned back on one palm against his abdomen while the other slipped through his tresses. "Your tongue is so pretty."
Fás showed off the glistening pink muscle, licking the bridge of his nose clean. The flavor was sinful and sweet. He opened his mouth to show off his teeth, not quite a smile so much as a display, and teased the tip against her hooded bump. Clit, she'd called it. Her hips gyrated against his jaw, urging himto do it again. So he did, folding his tongue around it like a straw to suck it swollen.
Roz moaned, her gentle fingers gripping his tresses now. She pulled his mouth towards her center, and Fás licked her long and slow. Over and over and over and over... As if he were grooming her, until she was red and needy, her entrance pulsing with want. When he plunged his tongue into her channel and pressed his teeth to her clit, she gasped.
