Page 19 of Dormeo
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A s I pull back, the tip of my arrowed tail flicks up in front of her mouth.
Her eyes widen as it slides between her lips.
Like the good girl that she is, she sucks it, rolling her tongue around the thick appendage.
I groan loudly, and it’s only when I remove it, my eyes going hazy from the riot of pleasure burning me up from the inside when Rose realises it might be more to me than just another digit.
“Did that… does that…feel okay?” she asks softly, voice timid as she stares up at me with those big blue eyes, clear as the ocean.
“More than okay. My tail is sensitive. Sucking it like that… you need to be careful, or I’ll lose control.” My voice next to her ear is deep and rumbling.
Rose’s pupils widen, her eyes darkening, as she drags her bottom lip between her teeth. “Would that be so bad?”
I curse under my breath. She thinks this is all a dream, or just for fun, but she doesn’t realise how perilously close I am to deciding to keep her and fuck my father over. Even now, mid- dream, when we’ve barely begun, the power I’m syphoning from her, drawing from her arousal, is mind-blowing.
It’s hard to worry about such small things as consequences and the wrath of a thousand-year-old devil when faced with such a treasure.
My tail, wet with her saliva, parts her folds and coils around, the top dipping inside her entrance, just an inch.
It’s enough to tease her greedy pussy, which clenches tightly around it, attempting to draw me further inside.
The length of my tail slides back and forth over her clit, forming a loop around her swollen nub, and stroking it from all sides with each slide back and forth.
“Oh god,” Rose mumbles, her eyes falling closed as she turns her head from side to side on the pillow, a string of nonsensical mutterings falling from her lips.
As my tail attends to her sweet cunt, now dripping with juices, my hands find her breasts, taking their weight in my palm as my thumbs stroke and tickle all around her stiff nipples.
When I pulse my tip a little deeper inside her, allowing it to fatten and stretch her core wider than it ever has been before, Rose whimpers. My mouth leaves a trail of kisses along her jaw and down her neck, before I wrap my lips around a stiff peak, careful to cover my sharp teeth.
“More,” Rose demands, arching up into me so her back is off the mattress, and her hips are flush to mine.
I can’t. I wish I could, but I can’t.
Even now, the urge to thrust my tail deep inside her, to coil it around and stretch her to prepare for me, is almost impossible to resist.
The darkness inside me wants to ruin her.
Maybe her father would not even want her then, and she could remain here.
With me. I could keep her sated and happy, locked away in my chambers, and she could keep me drunk on the energy she pours out, and feeling light for being in the company of someone without guile or deception on their mind.
Except in Rose’s mind, this is all a figment of her imagination. Perhaps she knows I’m toying with her thoughts, inserting myself into the scenario she’s conjured up, but she doesn’t realise the extent of it.
“Don’t tempt me. Don’t ask for what you can’t handle, little Rose.
” I nip her earlobe, harder than I meant to, and her breathy cry of pleasure is music to my ears and torture all at once.
She would be the perfect muse; adventurous, willing, and unafraid of a little pain.
“You have no idea how close I am to taking what I want.”
Rose’s blue eyes lock onto mine, her lids heavy with lust, and her lips, swollen from our passionate kisses. “Tell me.”
Her small hands trail across my scalp, blunt nails scratching my skin and sending tingles dancing along my nerves.
“I would tie you down, arms and legs apart, and take my time bringing you to the edge of release, over and over again, until finally letting you come when you can’t take any more. I would swallow down your juices and kiss you so you would know just how sweet your nectar is.”
Rose licks her lips, her clever mind flashing through each image that I taunt her with, and she squirms, need coiling tightly inside her as each vision plays out in technicolour inside her brain.
My cock is hard, and the sounds Rose is conjuring inside her brain, animalistic and primal, have my hand reaching for it, stroking to ease the painful craving I have to be inside her body.
“I would shove my thick cock inside that pretty mouth of yours, teaching you how to take me deep into that beautiful throat with your lips stretched around me and tears glistening in your eyes as you swallow me down, eager to please your new master.”
Rose’s lips part greedily as her dreams shift to the image of my cock sliding between her lips, and her tongue sticks out, hungry to taste it.
“While you suck my cock, my tail would stretch you, massage you, stroke and tease you, so that by the time I’ve finished defiling your mouth, your pussy would be ready to take me. Because it’d be a tight fit, Rose, but I know you could do it. And you’d love every second of it.”
Her thighs press together, and I smile, tugging them apart, and in her mind, teasing her entrance with the dripping head of my stiff length, the bead of white cum pooling in the slit stark against my dark skin. I swipe it off with a black claw and press it to her lips.
Rose’s mouth opens, and her tongue darts out to lap it up with a sultry hum of pleasure.
“You like that?” I demand, and she nods eagerly, licking her lips to make sure she gets it all.
In reality, the most I can do is tease her with shallow thrusts of my tail, which continues to drag back and forth over her clit, building her release while I fist my cock, squeezing it hard at the base to stop myself from spilling my seed all over her creamy skin.
But in her dreams, I thrust into her, hard, and claim her body as mine.
Taking what I want and burying myself to the hilt in her tight pussy.
I continue to push her higher, in and out, stroke after stroke, while her eyes roll back in her head, and her hands find my body, clinging on tight, her nails digging in and leaving tiny half-moon shaped dents in my tough skin.
Her chest rises and falls with each pant, and her stomach tightens.
I swear, she stops breathing for a second before her climax hits her, and she twitches, everything tensing for a moment before she cries out, an unintelligible string of thank yous and feminine giggles as her tight channel pulses around me, wave after wave of her release continuing to wrack her tiny body.
“Imagine what the real thing would be like, Rose. Imagine how much stronger your pleasure, imagine how much better it would feel to have our bodies pressed tightly together.”
I whisper my wicked words in her ear as I hover my big frame over her, drawing in the scent of her arousal and locking it into my memory to relish forever.
Eyes glassy, she blinks up at me. “This isn’t real?”
She looks disappointed.
“Not all of it.” I smooth back her hair. “You came, little Rose, on my fingers and my tail. But just say the word, when you’re awake, and I’ll take you any way you want.”
I shouldn't mean those words, but I do.
If she asked me to make this reality, I'd be powerless to resist. Which is why I need to find my father immediately, before this gets out of control.