“Tanin, wait-!” She gasped, thrashing now. Too sensitive. Just from coming once? He was going to have a lot of fun with her.
He redoubled his efforts. Giving that sensitive bud some space as he licked his own fingers instead. It was a short break before he was back, thrusting two of them inside her. He groaned, gritting his teeth as his cock twitched. She was so hot and wet and soft. And tight. It was bliss within her, and he was only using his fingers. Pumping in and out, prolonging the orgasm that rippled along her inner muscles.
His mouth returned to her flushed nubbin. Stroking and circling it again as she gasped and cried, nails digging so hard into him she was threatening to break the skin. He wished she would. He would wear her marks with pride.
“Again,” he ordered, fingers moving faster. The wetness making obscene sounds that were like music to his ears. “Come on my tongue again.”
Chapter 30
Garnet
She was going out of her mind. Tanin’s tongue was rough. Different from a man’s. It didn’t hurt, but the extra texture heightened the sensation to an already sensitive area. And his fingers? Just two, but they were already stretching her. She felt the delightful burn and craved more. She wanted him to split her open until she screamed. She wanted him to pound her until she passed out. She wanted it rough and hard.
And he was obliging. His arm pumping so quickly, it made her wild. The sound of it dirty and unbelievable. Was thatherbody making that sound? She didn’t even sound like that when she added lube to her favorite toy.
Then, he added a third finger.
Garnet let out a strangled cry, her teeth clenching against the pressure of the stretch. Her hands slipped off his shoulders, scratching him in the process. She went to grab him again-
-only for him to pull back. Yanking himself free. She let out a cry of disappointment, now suddenly too empty.
“What did I say?” He growled, quills twitching. She’d almost grabbed his head.
Before she could apologize or beg him to continue or promise not to do it again, he was already pulling the bow of his ribbon, loosening it from his wrist.
His weapon. The one he’d just used to protect her. A cute little accessory, a deadly little secret. He caught her wrists and wrapped it around them. Tying them tightly and securely, knotting it so that, even when she pulled, they didn’t loosen.
“There,” he said, holding her wrists against her belly with one hand as he returned to his position between her legs. “Don’t do it again, or your punishment will be worse.”
Yes. Please, punish her, she wanted to beg. But she didn’t get a chance, because at that moment, he shoved his three fingers right back into her. Setting an immediate, frantic pace. His lips covered her clit and sucked, hard. Like he hadn’t even stopped. Only now, her own hands were adding pressure against her belly, enhancing everything.
He was sending her hurtling towards her second orgasm so fast, she hadn’t even recovered from the first yet. But no matter how she thrashed or bucked, he wasn’t deterred. He was licking her pussy, but she felt like he was servicing himself. Like he was seeking out his own pleasure in this. And honestly, that made it even better. This wasn’t a chore or a favor she asked of him. He would have put his face between her legs regardless and enjoyed every lick and kiss for himself anyway.
When she came the second time, her thighs almost clenched around his head. He stopped her with his shoulder on one side and his forearm on the other, releasing her wrists. She didn't move them from her belly, but she clenched them so tight with the effort she left marks from her nails on her palms.
Her head was spinning, and she realized she had forgotten to breathe. She let go with a gasp, panting hard as Tanin sat up. He kept his eyes on her as he slid his fingers free, making her shiver and ache from their retreat. But her heart raced when, slowly and carefully, he licked them clean with all apparent enjoyment.
“Tanin…” She panted.
He grabbed her bound wrists and lifted them over her head. Pinning them to the bed with one hand, the other lifted her leg and put it around his hip as he pulled his pants down just far enough to free his hard cock.
Garnet’s breath caught again as it hit her belly. Thick and heavy. It reached almost to her belly button, laying against her like an iron bar. She shivered, staring at the inhuman thing.
His cock was dark gray, flush with blood she realized. It was darkest at the head, which came to a rounded point, the ridge of the head much thicker than she expected. But it was the shaft that was really strange.
The skin wasn’t smooth or even veiny. Instead, it was bumpy. Textured. Like there were a series of tightly packed, rounded scales all along the shaft. They were gray as well, except for a silver line down their concave surfaces.
The barbs?
But no. He began stroking his cock up and down her slit. She shivered, the bumps massaging her clit with each slow pass. But there wasn’t anything sharp about them.
The shaft connected to his abdomen, the bumps smoothing easily back into skin. His heavy balls pushed against her with each thrust. Just as hot and throbbing as the cock he teased her overly sensitive skin with.
“Look at me,” Tanin ordered, his voice quiet but sharp. Authority that demanded obedience without the need to be loud or angry.
And she obeyed, jerking her eyes up to meet his as her heart pounded painfully in her chest. Beating against her sternum as she anticipated the moment to come.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he said. “Don’t you dare look away. I want to see every expression on your face when I enter you. Understand?”
