Page 47 of His to Worship
I am in my body, but not the leader of it, as I clutch her to me, my free hand palming at her full ass. I grab and caress her, loving the way she arches her body into my hold. She fits into me so perfectly, there can be no doubt whose she is.
“This mouth is mine,” I say as I take her bottom lip gently between my teeth and suck. I pull away with a pop. Moving my attention on, I place soft kisses along her jaw, following it down the curve of her neck.
“This neck is mine, and one day I will put my mark right here.” I bite down, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to make her moan and leave an imprint.
My fingers find the edge of her tunic and I lift it up, gripping the yellow one as well, pulling them both off of her. She is bare underneath the tunic, gone is the band that had covered them from my eyes the day she bathed. I stare hungrily and cannot resist dropping to my knees, putting my face level with them. My fingers graze the edge of her teat, following the swell down her body.
“These,” I say, taking them in my hands and sucking at each of the deep brown nubs, “are mine.”
Her head falls back with a deep mewl as I suck and nip at her until she is taut and puckered to a hard point. I move my mouth to the crater between each teat and place sloppy kisses on her chest, following down her body until I get to her soft stomach. I bite it and she jerks with a breathy gasp.
“This is mine, too.”
I take her hips, and steer her backwards before slowly pulling her down to her knees on top of the furs. When she is kneeling in front of me, I push her to a seating position and then lay her down on her back. Her chest heaves as she looks at me from beneath her lashes. Slowly, I pull her lower layers off until she is revealed to me completely.
She is too exquisite for words. All curves and soft skin that calls to be gripped while I pump into her. But, today is not the moment for that. When I first take her, I will need more than the time we have before the others get here.
Her knees are up, the bottoms of her feet on the ground, and I keep my eyes on her as I slowly part her legs. I look down and groan. Great Mother, give me strength. Her cunt is a beautiful brownish pink and covered in fur the same color as her mane, but just a bit coarser. It is slick and swollen and I want nothing more than to own it.
I move one hand to part her lips exposing her more to me. Up close, I zero in on the raised bud at the top of her cunt. This is the point that makes her wild. I blow over it, teasing her and she writhes.
“This cunt,” I take my clawless finger and rub it between her slick brown folds, “is mine.”
I make a few circles around her most sensitive spot and she bucks into my hand rasping out a breath. Gliding my finger down, I thrust my finger into her and her hips leave the ground.
“It is mine to touch.” I continue my thrusts, strong and smooth, shifting my body until I am laying in front of her. Her knees fall open, exposing her to me in the most beautiful way.
I pick up speed, my finger pumping in and out of her wetness as her cunt clenches around the digit. “It is mine to pleasure.”
“Fuck, Kuvier,” she cries out, meeting me thrust for thrust.
“And, it is mine to taste.” I flick my tongue out, just skimming over her swollen bud, and I almost lose control at the taste. She whines at my light lick and tries to press her cunt to my mouth.
“Please,” she pants, wiggling her hips, trying to find some kind of friction, but I don’t allow her to find the satisfaction she craves just yet.
“Are you going to beg your mate, ti khesi?” I make lazy half circles around her with my finger, just enough to pleasure, but not quite what she wants. “You know I love to hear those ‘pleases’ fall from those pretty lips. Beg for the pleasure only I can give you.”
She makes a wailing sound of frustration, but opens her mouth and says, “Please, Kuvier, I want to feel your mouth.”
I lean closer, blowing along her wet, clenching cunt. “Tell me where.”
“On my pussy,” she rasps out before using a finger to push mine down harder, “on my clit. Just on me. Please, I need you.”
With those words, I let myself do what I have wanted to do since the first time I smelt her arousal. Growling, I press my face to her like a mad beast, sucking and lapping at her sweet juices. She cries out, her hips bucking against my mouth, pushing her sweet core further into me. I hold her steady, one hand gripping her thighs and pressing her into the ground, being careful of my claws.
I focus on her pleasure center, her clit as she said. Latching on to it, I suck and her cries rise to a high-pitched vibrato. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, and I can feel her nearing the edge. I do not let up, slipping my clawless finger back into her, thrusting in rhythm with my sucks and licks. I am driving her higher and higher, until she finally shatters, her body arching off the furs as she screams my name. Her whole body quakes, shaking around me and a rush of wetness coats my tongue.
I switch from sucking, to placing gentle kisses along her inner thigh, and pull my finger out of her, not wanting to overwhelm her. Slowly her trembling stops, and her clutch on my mane gives way to affectionate stroking.
“Mine,” I repeat one more time, biting her inner thigh and leaving a light imprint.
“Yours.”
TWENTY-NINE
- sedona -
The steady thumping of Kuvier’s heart is what finally wakes me up. For a moment, I just lie there, savoring the warmth and comfort of being so close to him. It’s a new feeling; one I’m growing increasingly fond of.