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X aniban cupped my face and bent down. I went on my tiptoes and, hands on his chest for balance, met his lips halfway.

There was no holding back this time. No soft, gentle exploration.

I was overcome by an undeniable hunger, a primal need so powerful I felt I would combust if he didn’t give me more.

My heart was pounding, my body was on fire, and my clit was pulsing with each stroke of his forked tongue against mine.

It was as if he wasn’t just kissing me; he was drinking me in.

Then there were his big hands roaming down my back, cupping my ass and squeezing me to him.

His tail moving up and down my leg, the tingling heat penetrating the thin fabric of my trousers…

He was sending my senses into overload, making it hard for me to give as good as I got. I had no choice but to let him lead.

Not that I minded. For once, I felt ready to let go of my need to control everything and leave my partner to take care of me.

Xaniban lifted me effortlessly and guided my legs to his waist. With me straddling him, he moved us until he had me pinned against the wall.

I gasped at the feel of the cool surface at my back and the heat of his chest against my front.

And when he started trailing kisses and flicks of his tongue down my neck, I moaned and dug my fingers into his shoulders.

My neck was one of my erogenous zones, and Xaniban’s merciless assault on that territory was making me so wet that no more foreplay was necessary.

I was easy like that, and both my exes had taken advantage to save themselves the trouble of postponing their own pleasure.

Not the gargoyle king. He must be able to sense how wet I was for him already.

Yet, once his lips and tongue reached the neckline of my top, he lifted me higher up his body until my breasts were at the level of his mouth.

The next territory he intended to conquer.

With no bra amid the apocalypses, I felt his lips lock around my left nipple perfectly well through the thin fabric of my top.

I moaned.

He sucked.

I groaned.

He bit me lightly.

I nearly came.

“Holy–”

His mouth took mine, leaving me breathless.

I had never been so turned-on in my life, and he hadn’t gotten me out of my clothes yet. What if his talk about his prowess hadn’t been empty words but a statement of fact? I needed more scientific evidence to reach a conclusion.

Xaniban slid a finger under one strap of my top.

Rather than cut through the fabric with a claw, he pulled the strap down slowly, eyes flickering between my gaze and my breasts.

Another pull, and my left nipple was bare to his hungry gaze.

He blew on the tight bud, bringing it to an ever stiffer peak.

That was sweet torture, but he didn’t leave me waiting for the remedy: he took me in his mouth.

All of me. Having small breasts had its perks.

While his forked tongue was teasing one nipple, his fingers were pinching the other and his tail was drawing teasing lines along my back underneath my top.

I was melting like chocolate in the heat.

I could hardly lift my arms when he pulled my top over my head.

The discarded clothing had barely landed on the floor when my other nipple disappeared into his mouth.

All I could do was make breathy little noises and run my fingers through his hair.

It was incredibly soft and from this close, I saw it wasn’t black but dark-blue, the tresses shining under the candlelight.

I wanted to say it was beautiful, but I had lost my ability to speak.

I was incapable of offering Xaniban anything as breathtaking as what he was giving me.

All I felt was wave after wave of pleasure. Not once did I feel the sharpness of his fangs while he sucked and licked and nipped and tugged. And then he coaxed a mini-orgasm from my body, and I whimpered.

“One down, many more to go,” I heard him say through the haze.

My legs couldn’t hold me when he lowered me to the ground.

It was only the wall behind me and the tail he had around my waist that were holding me up.

His finger skimmed across my chin, and I found myself looking into a pair of midnight-blue eyes shining with want. He had that wicked smile of his on.

“Let us move to the next course.” His gaze slid deliberately down my body, and he licked his lips.

Oh. It was hard to form words, but I had to, because Xaniban’s deft fingers went for my belt buckle. “You can’t… The next course is… unshaved… It’s a jungle down there!”

Taking my belt out of loop after loop teasingly slowly, he met my gaze again. “I love the jungle.”

I bit my bottom lip under that smoldering gaze. “The real jungle–yes, but I meant the–” I gasped as the tip of his tail flicked my nipple.

Down slid my trousers. Since after my bath I hadn’t found the willpower to put my dirty panties back on, I was suddenly fully exposed to him. Wide hips, overgrown bush, everything.

The disappointment I expected to see on his face never came. Instead I saw desire, triumph, and… pride? It was hard to say for sure when I couldn’t compare his gaze with anything. No one had ever looked at me like that during sex.

His tail around my waist lifted me off the floor just enough for my trousers to slide off my ankles. Then I was back on my feet and pressed against his magnificent body with nothing between us but his loincloth. He attacked my mouth again, and I barely noticed we went airborne.

A moment later, Xaniban laid me on the lower end of the chaise. His tail looped around one of my bent knees, pulling it away from the other.

“Xan,” I said on a sigh at the sight of him on his knees between my thighs.

Damn. He was truly about to go down on me. He barely knew me, yet here he was, devouring my pussy with his gaze before doing it with his mouth. None of my exes had agreed to do this–

“Yes!” Xaniban’s tongue was on me, and it was incredible. My thighs quivered as he tasted me inside, but he held them wide open with his tail and hand. His other hand was on my pussy lips, holding me spread open for the next sensual attack. He licked me and growled at my taste in his mouth.

I felt the wave of ultimate pleasure coming already.

I grabbed the backrest to keep myself grounded, but resisting was impossible.

Xaniban alternated between fucking me with his tongue and playing with my clit, all the while his appreciative rumbles and growls heightened my pleasure.

When his lips closed around the engorged nub and sucked, I was done for.

I had braced myself for a wave, not a tsunami; I was swept away, crying out his name.

When I came back down, I realized his mouth had never left my sex.

“Welcome back,” he whispered over my pussy lips. The tip of his tail caressed my inner thigh while the length was still looped around my leg.

“No more,” I said hoarsely.

“The taste of your honey on my tongue is as intoxicating as your scent filling my lungs,” he spoke huskily over my mound. He planted a sensual kiss there. “It could be a sign.”

What sign was he talking– “Xan!” My back arched off the chaise as he took a long lick. “Please!” I could take no more foreplay. I felt emptier than ever.

He smirked. “Do not worry. One more sip was all I wanted. Now I will still have the taste of you in my mouth while I am claiming you.”

I shivered in anticipation and a pinch of insecurity. But when Xaniban got up and extended a hand to me, I slipped my hand in his after just a slight hesitation. Except, as soon as I sat up, my legs went Jell-o. Good thing my gargoyle was there to catch me.

With me in his arms, Xaniban flew to the bed. Ever so gently, he placed me on the lower end so I could sit comfortably on the silvery sheets. Then he took several steps back and started untying the laces holding his loincloth in place. Deliberately slowly.

Oh my . I had never expected the removal of a loincloth could be so hot. If I had the strength to stand, I would enjoy doing the untying myself while looking up into Xaniban’s eyes. Maybe next time–Not that there would be a next time. I would be leaving in the morning.

Finally faced with the gargoyle king’s naked glory, I felt my heart skip a beat and heat rise to my cheeks.

His cock was shaped like a human’s, just blue and…

I bit my lip. To say he was well-endowed would be an understatement.

I pressed my thighs together at the thought of taking the whole of him inside me. Would it fit?

That was when reality hit me. “Xan, wait!” He hadn’t moved toward me, just spread his wings wide in what I guessed was a display of all he had to offer, but I had to speak up while I was still thinking clearly. “What about protection?”

“Hmm?” He folded his wings but kept the panty-dropping smile on.

“Contraception?”

His brow creased and his tail curled.

“Protection against pips ?”

“Ah.” Xaniban’s tail relaxed, and he stepped my way. “I told you I do not want pips yet. Do not worry.”

I moved back in the bed to put distance between me and his naughty intentions. “Sorry, but I’m still worried. Not wanting doesn’t equal not having.”

He chuckled as his tail got a gentle hold of my ankle. “It does. I shall father a pip when I will it so. It will not be tonight.”

His hand sliding up my other ankle made it harder to think. The sight of him, long and thick and pulsing with need, made the emptiness in my core intensify. “You should know that taking your thing out of my thing in advance rarely works!” Great, spoken like a true scientist.

I squeaked when he pulled me by the ankles and, with the silk sheets offering no resistance, I slid all the way to him at the edge of the bed.

He then bent over me, propping himself on his elbows on either side of me.

With his length applying pressure on my clit, his face hovering right above mine, and the strands of his soft hair teasing my breasts, he had my full attention.

Xaniban’s lopsided smile was back, one fang gleaming. “Relax. I will not be taking anything out before our claiming is complete. You will be fully satiated.” He gave me a quick kiss. “And safe. You have my word.”

Could I trust him? I had gone too far to doubt him now. I pulled him down for another kiss.