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Story: Held
She cut off with a yelp as he leaned down and opened her legs. There was a moment when he just sat there, staring at her folds. Then he spread them with two huge fingers—Briar twitched with relief when she realized he could retract his claws—and rolled his tongue into her, huge and long and pink.
Briar yelled, grabbing his horns. She’d never felt something like this before. And by the shocked rumble that Wick made, neither had he.
He pressed closer, nuzzling into her. The barest hint of fangs brushed her folds. The bottom of his skull mask grazed her clit.
Briar jerked. Another incredulous giggle spilled out of her. The fiery curse-pain was still there, but his tongue was a wonderful distraction. However, nothing would be a good distraction if the pain finally reached her heart.
Wick dragged her closer, his fangs bumping against her skin once more.
Briar shuddered. She was scared—how could shenotbe scared with a Skullstalker between her legs? But she had bigger things to worry about. Namely, getting herself loose enough to take his monstrous cock.
She threw her head back, focusing on the pleasure to try to speed up the process. His tongue was so far inside, working her open. She squeezed his horns, shocked to realize that she could actually come like this. While she tried to make sure she had a good time, she didn’t always come these days. Survival mattered most.
Briar reached down to rub her clit. That telltale feeling was building in her stomach, ready to release.
Wick growled. The vibrations were what finally did her in, sending a thrilling buzz through her core.
“I’m going to come,” she warned.
He made another low, delicious grumble. His grip tightened around her waist, holding her down against the nest.
Briar cried out, her legs locking over his shoulders as she came. It washed over her in pulsing waves, growing stronger with each thrust of his tongue.
Wick’s growl grew louder. He shoved his face harder against her, and Briar jolted as his fangs pressed against her hard enough to sting. The orgasm was fading, the fear creeping back as she felt his fangs.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Briar warned him.
Wick made another rumbling noise and pulled back. His chin was slick with her wetness, his huge tongue lapping up a sticky trail on her thigh before pulling back.
“You taste good,” he rasped.
Briar shivered. The fire in his strange black eyes was swelling, just like the curse around her heart.Fleeing from a flame only to get saved by a flame,she thought nonsensically.
Wick nosed at her knee, his skull mask pressing into her skin. “Are you warm enough?”
Pain raced through Briar’s ribs. She bit her tongue to stop another cry of pain. It didn’t matter if she was loose enough; she was out of time.
“Lie down,” she gasped.
Wick blinked. She pushed at his chest, feeling the soft give of cold, pale skin over his muscles. It took a moment before Wick moved to comply, lying down on his back in the nest with his wings splayed out over the nest.
Briar crawled over him. She actually preferred other positions, but she wasnotabout to let a Skullstalker be the one in control right now.
She was still shocked he was giving her this much. Every time he moved, she expected him to push her to the nest and rut her like an animal. Which was… surprisingly hot, now that she thought about it. But it was the kind of hot that was better indreams than reality. Right now, she was in pain and trying very hard not to be scared, even as her legs shook with aftershocks.
Wick only moved to place his hands on her hips. He was staring up at her, his mouth slack and stained with her juices. If Briar didn’t know any better, she would say he looked amazed.
“Stay,” she told him.
After a moment, Wick nodded.
She knelt on his legs and eyed the big, thick cock standing proudly between them. He was even bigger now that he was fully hard. The ridges around his width had grown rosy in a way that made her mouth water.
Briar ignored it. This was no time for ambitious blowjobs. She was on a time limit.
She braced herself over his length. Another rush of burning pain surged around her heart, so intensely she could barely stay kneeling.
Wick steadied her. “You smell worse.”
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