Page 47 of Beastkin
He released me with a wet pop, his eyes gleaming with desire in the lantern light. “Tell me what you need, Phoenix.”
“You,” I breathed. “Inside me. Please.”
A low, rumbling growl vibrated through his chest as he reached into a small pouch near the blankets. He produced a vial of oil that shimmered with a faint magical glow.
“I called a werewolf friend for this,” he said, touching a ring on one of his fingers. “His mate makes a special lubricant that doesn’t dull the sensation, but makes it easier for someone of your size to take…” He glanced down at the massive bulge in his pants. “Well… someone like me.”
I took the vial from him, turning it over in the light. “I didn’t know that was possible.”
“Well, he’s half witch, half dryad, so he’s got a lot of talent in the natural lubricant department I guess.” Karrick shrugged. “I don’t really know, but I trust them.” He took the vial back, placing it off to the side for later. “But first, he told me about something else I need to do to get you ready.”
“What’s that?” I asked, shuddering with anticipation.
Karrick grinned, his tusks proudly displayed. “I’m going to eat your ass.”
The blunt words sent a jolt of pure heat straight through me, and I felt my cock twitch against my stomach. “Oh gods, yes,” I breathed, spreading my legs wider in invitation.
Karrick’s eyes darkened with hunger as he settled between my thighs, his massive hands gripping my hips to angle me just right. The first hesitant brush of his tongue against my entrance had me crying out, my head falling back against the blankets.
He was incredibly gentle despite his size, his tongue warm and wet as it circled my hole with maddening slowness. Each pass sent sparks of pleasure racing up my spine, and I found myself pushing back against his mouth, desperate for more. The longer we went, the more his confidence built. But still I wanted more.
“Patience,” he rumbled against my skin, the vibration making me shudder. “I want to savor every second of this.”
His tongue pressed deeper, breaching me slowly, and I gasped at the foreign but incredible sensation. He worked me open with methodical care, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention that had me writhing beneath him.
“Karrick, please,” I panted, my hands fisting in his hair. “I need more.”
He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, his lips glistening. “Your pheromones are driving me crazy,” he growled, before diving back in with renewed intensity.
This time he was less restrained, his tongue fucking into me withpurpose while one careful claw traced circles around my entrance. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and I felt myself opening for him, my body eager for whatever he wanted to give me.
When he finally pulled away, I was trembling and desperate, my hole slick and ready. He quickly shed the rest of his clothing, his cock springing free, erect and dripping. Then he reached for the vial of oil, coating his fingers generously before meeting my gaze.
“Ready for more?” he asked, his voice rough with want.
I nodded frantically, beyond words. The first finger slid in easily, and I moaned at the stretch. He moved slowly, working me open with infinite patience while pressing kisses to my inner thighs.
By the time he worked a second finger inside me, I was writhing on the blankets, sweat beading across my skin despite the cool evening air. There was no burn to the stretch, and the oil only heightened my pleasure. The entire time my cock leaked steadily onto my stomach as Karrick’s fingers found that sweet spot inside me.
“There,” I gasped, arching my back as electricity shot through my veins. “Right there.”
Karrick’s eyes glowed with satisfaction as he pressed against my prostate again, watching me squirm beneath him. “You’re opening up so easily for me,” he rumbled, his own massive cock visibly throbbing between his thighs. “This oil is better than I expected.”
When the third finger joined the others, I felt deliciously full, stretched to my limits yet craving more. The magical oil worked wonders, easing the way without numbing any of the exquisite sensations. Karrick worked me open methodically, his movements careful and precise despite the obvious hunger in his eyes.
“Please,” I begged, reaching for him. “I’m ready. I need you inside me.”
He withdrew his fingers slowly, leaving me empty and aching. Then he poured more oil into his palm, slicking his enormous length with thorough strokes. The sight of his hand working over that impressive cock made my mouth water.
“I’ll go slow,” he promised, positioning himself between my thighs. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance, hot and insistent. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
I nodded, wrapping my legs around his waist to draw him closer. The initial pressure was intense, my body resisting despite our preparation. I forced myself to breathe deeply, to relax as the head of his cock breached me.
“Oh gods,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his fur-covered shoulders.
“Should I stop?” Concern flooded his features, his body trembling with the effort of holding still.
“Don’t you dare,” I managed, adjusting to the stretch. “Just... give me a moment.”