Page 50 of Beastkin
The sight alone nearly pushed me over the edge, but I didn’t want to finish like this. Not when there was something far more enticing waiting for us.
“Wait,” I gasped, gently tugging at his hair. “Stop, or I’m going to cum.”
He released me with a wet pop, looking up with swollen lips and flushed cheeks. “Isn’t that the point?” he asked with a mischievous smile.
“Not yet,” I said, pulling him up for a deep kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it sent an instinctual thrill through me. “I want you inside me when I cum.”
His eyes darkened with desire, and I felt his cock twitch against my thigh. “Show me how,” he whispered against my lips. “Tell me what to do.”
I reached for the vial of magical oil, pressing it into his palm. “Use this,” I instructed, my voice rough with need. “Start with one finger, go slow.”
Phoenix nodded, coating his fingers generously. I spread my legs wider, exposing myself to him completely. I’d never felt so vulnerable yet so safe at the same time.
The first touch of his slick finger against my entrance made me tense instinctively. “Relax,” he murmured, his free hand stroking my thigh soothingly. “I’ve got you.”
I focused on his touch, on the bond between us that pulsed with love and desire. Gradually, I felt myself opening for him, my muscles relaxing as his finger slid carefully inside me.
“That’s it,” Phoenix encouraged, his voice low. “You’re doing so well.”
The sensation was strange at first. The intrusion was foreign and slightly uncomfortable, but as he worked his finger deeper, brushing against my inner walls, discomfort gave way to pleasure. I groaned, my head falling back against the blankets.
“More,” I demanded, my hips pushing down against his hand.
Phoenix obliged, adding a second slick finger alongside the first. The stretch burned slightly, but the magical oil took the edge off, transforming pain into a delicious fullness that had me panting. When his fingers curled inside me, searching, they brushed against something that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
“Fuck!” I roared, my back arching off the blankets. “Right there, Phoenix. Right fucking there.”
A smug smile spread across his face as he deliberately pressed against that spot again, watching me writhe beneath him. “Like this?” he asked innocently, though the bond told me he knew exactly what he was doing. Clearly, he was familiar with this piece of his own anatomy and was using it to torture me deliciously.
“Yes,” I gasped, my cock leaking copiously onto my stomach. “God, yes.”
By the time he worked a third finger into me, I was a mess of need and desperation. My hips moved of their own accord, fucking myself on his fingers as pleasure built inside me. The bond amplified everything, letting me feel his own arousal growing alongside mine.
“Phoenix,” I growled, reaching for him. “I need you. Now.”
He withdrew his fingers slowly, leaving me empty and aching. I watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he slicked his cock with the oil, his hand trembling slightly with anticipation. He positioned himself between my thighs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.
“I’ve never been more ready,” I replied, biting my lower lip. “Make me yours, Phoenix.Please.”
The first push was intense, his cock stretching me wider than his fingers had. I forced myself to breathe through it, to relax and accept him. The burn faded quickly, replaced by a fullness that felt right in ways I couldn’t explain.
“Oh gods,” Phoenix gasped, his eyes wide with wonder as he sank deeper into me. “You feel amazing. So tight and hot...”
When he was fully seated inside me, we both paused, adjusting to the overwhelming sensation. The bond between us seemed to pulse with golden light, growing stronger with each passing moment. I could feel his heartbeat as if it were my own, his pleasure mingling with mine until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.
“Don’t hold back,” I urged, grasping my own cock. “I’m not gonna last long.”
He started with shallow, careful thrusts, his eyes never leaving my face as he watched for any sign of discomfort. But when the clearing filled with my groans of absolute pleasure, he picked up the pace, fucking me with a vigor that surprised me for his slight frame. He was rocking my entire body, despite how much larger I was than him. And his thick cock head bounced over my prostate with each stroke, pulling sounds from my lips I didn’t know I could make.
“Phoenix, fuck!” I cried out, my claws digging into the blankets beneath us. The pleasure was consuming me, radiating from where we were joined and spreading like wildfire through my entire body. I’d never felt anything like this before. The fullness, the intensity, and the connection that seemed to reach beyond physical sensation was almost too much to bear.
Phoenix leaned down, his chest pressed against mine as he maintained his rhythm. His breath was hot against my neck, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as he drove into me. Through our bond, I could feel his pleasure mirroring my own,creating an endless loop that built higher and higher with each thrust.
“I can feel you,” he gasped against my ear. “Inside and out. It’s... incredible.”
I turned my head to capture his lips with mine, kissing him deeply as he continued to fuck me. The angle changed slightly, and suddenly he was hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. I broke the kiss with a roar, my back arching involuntarily.