Page 24 of Shannon in Sombra
“We have to be quiet,” I tell him. “I don’t want to wake her up.”
“Anything for you, my mate.”
I grab the hem of my tank top, lifting it up and over my head before tossing it to the floor. My bra goes next. “I mean it, Mal. I need you. Fuck it, Icraveyou. Red moon or not, if I don’t have your hands on me… you mouth on me… I might die.”
Mal’s golden eyes glitter with lust and amusement as he zeroes in on my full tits. “You are immortal.”
I unbutton my jeans, tug on the zipper, and start shimmying them off. “I can stillfeellike I’m dying.”
“Then you have no need to worry.” He lifts his big hands, flexing his fingers again. “Come here and let your male touch you.”
I wait until I’m completely naked before I do. Sidling over to him, I step between his legs, bracing myself on his broad shoulders. His skin is hot; I’m sure mine is, too. The red moon is doing a number on us, and Iloveit.
Mal reaches out, his palms scalding my skins as he takes a tit in each of his hands. I throw back my head, moaning at how pleasurable it feels to have his shadow claws dipping past my skin, his fingertips kneading at my tender flesh.
I thread my fingers through his thick hair as he plays with my tits, worshipping them, loving them. He squeezes. Flicks. Strokes.
It feelsamazing.
I need more, though, and I throw my leg over his thigh, climbing onto his lap while he fondles me. He jolts when my wet pussy touches his skin, his touch getting a little firmer and a whole lot more possessive.
“Shannon,” he hisses.
“Good boy,” I murmur because, if there’s one thing I learned about Mal, he likes it when I praise him, especially during sex. “You’re keeping your voice down, just like I asked.”
“Your cunt… it feels so good on my skin.”
“Well, back atcha, babe. Your hands are magic on my tits. But don’t forget about the rest of me. Your mate is a needy girl tonight.”
As if remembering that he can touch my pussy, too, if he wants—he can do a lot to it—he releases my breasts, pausing when he sees what he’s done.
“Milk?” he marvels.
Hey. I’m not embarrassed. This man sticks his tongue in my pussy on a regular basis. Once, he missed, and I found out what it was like to have my ass ate. Of course, that led to us exploring other avenues of pleasure… but in the last four months, Mal has—consciously or not—avoided playing with my tits as if he’s decided they belong to our daughter while I’m nursing.
He was fondling them, playing with them, swiping over my nips with his shadow claws… is it any surprise that I leaked a little.
“I’m always ready in case Alana’s hungry.”
“Our spawn might not be, but your male… he is starved for you.”
Mal ducks his head just enough to bring his mouth down to my tit. He doesn’t suckle, though he does lap at my nipple, taking enough of the breast milk inside of him that my body shivers.
“Oh, baby,” I breathe out, squirming to get closer to his heat. “I love it when I get to see your kinky side.”
“It’s you.” His voice is both raspy and solemn as he pulls away from my tit, looking up at my face in earnestness instead. “Every part of you is delicious, my mate. I could feast on you for eternity and never hunger. Your cunt… your milk. Whatever you offer, I will gladly accept.”
“No. I want you totakeit.”
He groans.
I squeeze his thigh, slipping a little in the mess I’m making on him. “Is that quiet, Mal?”
“My apologies. But… oh, my mate… you don’t know what the idea of doing that… of just taking you… of making you mine… I am an honorable male?—”
“Sure are.”
“—but I admit that I fantasize of flipping you to your belly, mounting you, and mating you while you squirm in pleasure beneath me.”
