Page 41 of Beastkin
The dual sensations were overwhelming. His tongue worked expertly around my cockhead while his fingers moved inside me, finding that spot again and again until I was writhing beneath him. Every nerve in my body felt like it was on fire, and I wondered distantly if my magic was reacting to the intensity of what I was feeling. The room did seem to be heating up considerably.
“Karrick,” I gasped, my hips bucking up into his mouth. “I’m close. I’m so close.”
He hummed around me, the vibration sending me even higher. His fingers curled inside me one more time, hitting that perfect spot, and I was gone. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, my entire body arching off the bed as I came harder than I ever had in my life.
True to his word, he swallowed everything I gave him, his throat working around me as I pulsed in his mouth. When the aftershocksfinally subsided, he pulled off me gently and crawled back up my body, pressing soft kisses to my chest and neck.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, my body still trembling from the intensity.
“Good?” he asked, nuzzling into my neck, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Incredible.”
“You taste amazing, by the way,” he added, licking his lips. I turned my head to meet his eyes, seeing my own satisfaction reflected there. “I want to return the favor.”
His pupils dilated at my words, and I felt his cock twitch against my thigh where it had been pressing, hard and neglected, leaking pre-cum onto my leg.
“You don’t have to?—”
“Oh, I want to,” I cut him off, placing my hands on his broad chest and pushing gently until he rolled onto his back. “I want to taste you too.”
The look of pure desire that crossed his face gave me confidence I didn’t know I possessed. I kissed my way down his furry chest, marveling at the way his muscles jumped under my lips. When I reached his cock, I paused, taking in the sight of him. He was thick and heavy, the head flushed dark and drenched in pre-cum. I wondered how I was even going to fit him in my mouth.
“Tell me if I’m doing something wrong,” I murmured, wrapping my hand around his base.
His sharp intake of breath was answer enough. I started slow, the way he had with me, licking tentatively at the head before taking him into my mouth. The taste was foreign but not unpleasant, musky and warm like a forest in summer. What struck me most was how vulnerable he became beneath me, this powerful, imposing Beastkin reduced to soft whimpers and gentle touches as I explored him with my tongue. This tough football player melted under my fingers, giving into me completely.
His hands tangled gently in my hair, not pushing or demanding,just touching me like he couldn’t quite believe this was happening. When I took him deeper, his hips jerked involuntarily and he immediately stilled, a panicked look crossing his face.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean?—”
“It’s okay,” I murmured against his cock, the vibration making him gasp. “I like feeling how much you want this.”
I continued exploring him with my mouth, learning what made him moan, what made his breathing hitch. When I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder, he let out a sound that was half-growl, half-whimper, and I felt a surge of pride at reducing him to such raw need.
“Phoenix,” he panted, his voice strained. “I won’t last much longer if you keep doing that.”
I pulled off him just enough to speak, my hand still working his length. “Good. I want you to cum.”
“Yes,” he groaned, his hips stuttering as he fought to maintain control. “Yes, please.”
I returned my mouth to his thick cock with renewed enthusiasm, taking him as deep as I could manage. His girth stretched my lips, and I used my hand to work what I couldn’t fit. The sounds he made were intoxicating. Half-animal growls mixed with breathless moans of my name filled the room. His claws gently scraped my scalp as his fingers tightened in my hair.
“Phoenix,” he warned, his voice strained. “I’m going to?—”
I doubled my efforts, working my tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock. When his body tensed beneath me, I kept my mouth firmly in place, determined to give him the same pleasure he’d given me.
The first pulse caught me by surprise, hot and thick against the back of my throat. I swallowed instinctively, which seemed to drive him wild. His back arched off the bed, a deep, guttural roar tearing from his chest as he came. I stayed with him through it all, drinking down everything he had to give until he collapsed back against the mattress, spent and panting.
When I finally pulled away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, his eyes were heavy-lidded and unfocused. I crawled up his body, oddly proud of myself for reducing this powerful beast to such a state.
“Was that okay?” I asked, suddenly self-conscious despite the evidence of his pleasure still lingering on my tongue.
He laughed, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “Okay? Phoenix, that was... I don’t even have words.” He pulled me against him, wrapping his strong arms around me. “You’re sure you’ve never done that before?”
I shook my head, nestling into the crook of his neck. “Never.” I paused, glancing down the bed. “But I can tell you enjoyed it.”
“Yeah, I did.”