Page 10 of Moth & Flame
She lets out a soft cry, red nails digging into the cushion of the table.“Yes, sir.”
Pre-cum leaks from the head of my cock as my knot throbs with need to fill her. Among my kind, a male’s knot is reserved solely for hissoulbound.
My hands soothe away the sting of her reddened cheeks, squeezing their heft firmly. The movement parts the delicate pink petals of her cunt further and the sight makes claws prick my fingertips as my beast surges towards the surface.
“Oh my fucking gods, Hella.”
On an impulse to mark her cunt with something of my own, I summon a ball of saliva to spit on it before burying my face in my favorite place in the whole fucking world. Hella cries out as my tongue works every inch of her ass and pussy until I feel her body tightening at the approach of release.
Her breath catches when I pull away, and my shadows turn her onto her back. Throat and face flushed, there’s a hint of vulnerability in her gaze —as if I might suddenly find something I don’t like about her.
Impossible.
Hella could ask me to eat her clipped toenails, to which I’d reply,“Be a doll and pass the salt.”
My shadows possessively grip Hella every which way: splaying her thighs, circling her waist, teasing her nipples, collaring her throat, and now, slicking against her entrance. Hella’s hips begin to counter the work of my fingers as her eyes roll back, back arching, and she sweetly moans.“… Need you.”
My heart squeezes with emotion I’ve never felt.
“I need you too, kitten.”
Hella’s eyes snap back to mine, lips parting at the fervor in my words. My shadows curl around her wrists, pinning them above her head, and splay her thick thighs wide, pinning her knees to the table on either side of her waist.
With a breathy whimper of desperation, her head cranes downward to watch as my shadows billow between her legs, further spreading the lips of her pussy. Iwilla portion of my shadows to take on the precise shape of my cock, slicking it through her folds from entrance to clit. She gives a soft cry, eyes rolling heavenward, her head tilting back. Tears leak from her eyes as she writhes beneath me.
“Oh, gods… daddy, yes.”
It takes a herculean amount of restraint not to immediately bury myactualcock in her tight, pink cunt, drenched and dripping with need, as I silently deliberate whether to just make my demands of her now and claim her in every way our bond demands.
My shadow gradually pushes inside her with progressive thrusts that stretch her as she adjusts and spasms around its girth. Fixing her eyes to where the shadow of my cock splits her, soft keening sounds and unintelligible curses escape her throat. Her expression–a helpless pout in her state of overwhelm.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck?—”
A growl of pleasure rumbles in my chest, even as my cock weeps its neglect, still strangled in the confines of my trousers.
“Such a good fucking girl. Look how beautifully you take my cock.”
We both wish it were the cock attached to my body and not its shadow.
Soon. She needs to be coherent when she makes her decision,I have to remind myself, resisting my beast’s demand andsoulboundneeds.
Hella gives a vigorous nod, eyes lifting from her cunt to my gaze.
“Please. I want it so badly. I need it.”
Her meaning is clear. The singular thread that restrains me is that of her fuckingfiancé.Despite not even knowing his name, I’ve never wanted to murder someone so badly in my life. I don’t dare fulfill our bond if she won’t leave him. And I will not influence her decision under the influence of lust. Iwillhowever give her a taste of what she wants.
Her eyes widen as I ease my cock out from where it’s trapped against my thigh, and give the aching flesh a firm stroke. Pre-cum swells and drips in thick strings from my broad crown to the floor. Hella’s tongue slicks across her lips as her eyes return to mine.
“Can I swallow you, daddy? Please?”
My knot pulses in agreement despite my rule of never cumming before her.
Though teasing her…
“Just a taste, kitten.”
HELLA
