Lucinda stood drying her hair while Tristan sat behind her on the edge of the tub,
running his hands along her hips and legs, searching for anything else
her mother may have hidden.
Despite the obvious temptation of
his future mate standing naked in front of him, his hands never
strayed. Much to her consternation.
She turned around as his hands
left her ankles, and she saw him focusing on her face. He was trying
very hard to be polite and she absolutely hated it. Her mother’s magic
had dulled her sex drive in addition to everything else. Now she wanted a
male to fuck her into the stone.
He cleared his
throat and looked away; she could feel her face redden as she realized
he’d heard at least part of that mini-rant.
Covering her face with the towel, she said, “Sorry.”
He chuckled, “Well i will say it’s a vast improvement; at least your not wondering if I’m going to kill you still.”
Groaning, Lucinda placed her hand on Tristan’s shoulder, “Can i request something of you? If it’s not… too inappropriate?”
Tristan tilted his head, “And that would be?”
“At least take the edge off?” Lucinda said, blushing harder than she had prior as the words left her mouth.
Part
of Tristan hardened at her request, while his heart softened. He had
yet to examine the more intimate areas, but he doubted her mother plant
anything there… he hated that a part of him wanted to double check
just to be sure.
He was more than his instincts, he told himself.
And yet when he looked into his future mate’s eyes and saw the need and
hunger for him he realized she wasn’t the only one who needed the edge
taken off.
“First things first: i grant you permission to touch me until i say otherwise.” He said.
She smiled, “And i grant you the same permission.
Okay… let’s see if those textbooks know anything after all. he thought.
Sliding off the edge of the tub, he beckoned to her, “Can you lie down for me?”
She nodded, laying the towel down before doing so; taking a deep breath, he ran his hands up her legs, before placing them on either side of his head. Wrapping his arms around her hips, he used his fingers to gently spread her open. Growling in anticipation, he pressed his mouth t her opening and began a series of rapid short licks across the flesh inside and as the lips outside. She gasped sharply, her one hand pressed to her mouth, the other trying to find purchase in the tile. Swirling his textured tongue, he drew a small amount of her creame into his mouth. She pressed the heels into his shoulder blades, and grinning, he pressed forward, driving his tongue as deep as his could. She cried out,
“Tristan! S-slow down. I’m going to…” she begged.
Pulling away, he kissed up her stomach, laying his head in the valley of her breasts. He watched her panting beneath him for a few moment before she looked down at him,
“Okay. This time, don’t stop no matter how much i beg.”
He cocked an eyebrow, “And if you actually want me stop for some reason?”
“I’ll say periwinkle.”
He purred, sliding his rumbling throat down her body; once back to the junction of her thighs, he began lapping at her entrance to remoisten it, before driving his tongue back inside her. She bucked her hips into his face, her hands covering her mouth and face. He watched how her body reacted to different movements of his tongue, before sliding a slick thumb against her clit. With a strangled moan, more cream flowed into his mouth. Her taste reminded him of spiced honey, and he continued to devoured her core. She gasped his name several times, until he stopped,
“Lucinda,” he said, voice gravely and deep, “look at me.”
She shook her head, “I’ll come too hard if i do.”
“Is there such a thing? Or are you afraid of letting me drink more of you?”
She grunted, “Tristan please i’m so close and that damn thumb of yours won’t let me come down!”
“Then watch me as i taste you, my love.” He whispered.
She removed her hands, and he saw tears, “Did i hurt you?” He said, beginning to rise.
“NO! No, you didn’t. Just… so much… too much…” She said.
He kissed her hip, “Don’t worry, i’m sure you’ll drive me to that place too. And i want this to be good for you.”
She wiped her eyes, “I know. I also didn’t the safe word did i?”
Grinning, Tristan dove back in, licking and stroking as she screamed in her hands. He looked up and found her watching him, and he swirled his tongue; both hands flew to his head and she kept him where his tongue did her the most good.
She’s so beautiful when’s she coming apart like this… he thought.
Her breath quickened, and soon she keened loudly, as her body flooded his mouth with her nectar. He drank every last drop as she shuddered against him. Releasing his head, she leaned back as he rose, kissing her gently as she came down from her high.
“Oh my god… if that was the first time, what’s it going to be like when you have some practice.” She breathed.
Tristan chuckled, “I had a good partner.”
As he pulled himself from the water, she pushed herself off the edge. Blinking, Tristan watched as she placed her hand on his hip.
“You don’t think you’re going to give and get nothing in return did you?”
She stared at the hardened length between his legs, before biting her lip. She was shocked her legs still held her after how well he did, and she was a just bit nervous about how well she could do.
Those texts better be right about how to do this. she thought.
Animalia were created as the playthings for Elder Gods and Spirits, so while they did have mostly beastial bodies, their genitalia were at least somewhat human. He pulled himself to the edge and dangled his legs into the water,
“Easier access.” He explained.
Why am i so nervous? He knows about as much as i do and he just went for it…
He tipped her head up and kissed her, “I’m thinking if you’d gone first i’d be the nervous one.”
She sighed, “Right. Performance anxiety.”
He inhaled sharply as she gently gripped his length, “Mmm…”
She smiled up at him, “Hair trigger?”
“Yeah. Especially when it’s you.” He said.
She gripped his base with one hand before taking his tip into her mouth. He threw his head back, and she saw his claws digging into the stone. Soaking the sensative flesh, she began bobbing her head up and down, his salty pre tasting of molasses and cloves. He gasped, and a small spurt of pre coated her tongue. She knew trying to reach his cock base wasn’t in the cards tonight, but she was able to fit half of his length into her mouth and throat. He moaned as she gently swallowed, working his head with the back of her throat. Allowing a good portion to slip back out, she watched him panting.
“I should have shot two or three times by now.” He said.
She swirled her tongue around his cock-head and he shuddered in pleasure,
“It’s a way to hold your lover that keeps hair triggers in check.” she said.
He growled, “It’s going to be a mess.”
“I’m counting on it.” She whispered, licking the tip of his nose.
Before he could utter another word, she was working his length slowly and methodically. He moaned out loud as tongue teased another drop of his creme from him, before she began bobbing her head faster and faster. He groaned, and she took the opportunity to slip her free hand down to fondle and roll his heavy sack in her fingers. He began bucking gently into her mouth, and she glanced up to see him watching her pleasure him.
She released her grip and stroked his length with her hand and mouth until he was roaring his release. He shot into her mouth, then down her chin and onto her breasts. Gasping, he fell back to his elbows on the tile while she swallowed his load.
“Mmm… tasty.” She said.
He laughed weakly, before heaving himself up; wiping her chin with his thumb, he kissed her, “For the record, you did amazingly for your first try.”
She smiled, “Just wait till i get some practice in.”
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