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Tori

M arron rubs his mouth against the fabric again, and as he turns his face to the side, he wraps his mouth around my thigh and gives it a soft bite.

I moan and grab for his horns, begging him to do it again.

He smiles but keeps his teeth to himself as he leans back on his heels, keeping my legs on his shoulders so he can admire me.

"If I do anything you do not like, you tell me," Marron says, his eyes moving up to my face.

I'm propped up on my forearms, watching to see what he plans on doing to me. My breathing is heavy, and my chest is almost as bright red as my face. Marron notices and seems to puff his chest a bit at how worked up he's gotten me.

" I will. I will. Just do something. " I know I sound whiny, but I've waited way too long to be with him just to have him sit between my legs and stare at me.

Marron clicks his tongue at me, but his eyes hold a hint of mischief that I don't know what to do with.

Before I get a chance to ask about it, he's bringing one of his hands up between my legs and resting the tips of his fingers along my slit.

The fabric stops his touch too soon, but he seems to like that even more.

He hovers his fingers, just barely touching me for long moments as he tilts his head to the side, and my clit pulses in an attempt to get more stimulation.

"Keep flexing against me," Marron says, his words more of a command, but his attention entirely focused between my legs.

I whine, and my poor clit pulses with more vigor like we'll get to come if I do what he says.

Marron's eyes flash up to mine, and he nods his approval before returning to watching me.

His fingers still don't move or apply any more pressure, and the whine in my throat is turning into a needy whimper.

"Please, Marron, touch me. I need more." I flex my hips upward, attempting to grind against his fingers.

He pulls them away from my clit, raising them higher on my body until he grabs the front of my underwear and pulls them tighter up my body. He does it slowly as if he knows it could hurt if he goes too fast or too hard.

"I have dreamed about you in nothing but these every single night since you flashed them at me," Marron says, pulling my panties tight against me, the friction feeling wonderful against my clit.

So much so that I let my head fall back, and a moan escapes my lips.

Marron relaxes his hold on the fabric before tightening it like he just had it.

My breath catches in my throat as he does it again, and I realize what he's trying to do.

" What do you do with my underwear? " I ask in English because I'm too far gone to talk in his language. He's lucky I can say anything between the breathy moans escaping my lips as he keeps up a steady rhythm of pulling my underwear against my clit.

"I wrap them around my cock and pleasure myself with them," Marron says, not an ounce of shame in his voice.

He keeps tugging on my underwear with one hand, the other moving between my legs, stroking against my lower lips where they've started to poke out the side of my underwear since he's pulling them tight.

"You are so plump here," he says with an admiration I'm not expecting when talking about the size of my labia. "I will make you coverings with less fabric. I want to see you overflowing from them. Yes, I would like that very much."

" Are you going… " I moan as Marron presses a finger against my pussy through the fabric. He rubs soft circles against me as he keeps stimulating me with my underwear. " Please, are you going to fuck me? "

"Not yet." He glances up at me, a look of certainty on his face that tells me we're not having sex until he's had his fill of teasing me in my underwear. I flop down on my back and fist the blankets in my hands. "Good mate, lie back and let me bring you pleasure."

He's not lying, either. I don't need to do any of the work as he brings me closer and closer to orgasm just by tugging on my underwear.

His finger continues to trace soft circles at my entrance, but he never slips between the fabric.

No, he keeps pressing against the wetness pooling from me and soaking it into my underwear.

My moans become more and more desperate until I'm shattering, and the world seems to go fuzzy for a moment. I call out his name, my knuckles turning white as I grip the blankets.

Marron loosens his hold on my underwear as I come down from my orgasm, and then gently pulls them out from between my lips and smooths them out over me. He grabs my thighs, spreading me even wider as he leans close to my core and blows out a long, warm breath over my soaked underwear.

"Can you feel how wet you are?" Marron asks. He presses my thighs up and closer to my body so he can fold me in on myself before he blows another stream of air over me while staring at my eyes. "You are eager for your mate, are you not?"

" I am. Please, Marron, I need you." I reach up to grab his hand, and his face softens.

"What do you need from me, mate?" Marron asks, his eyes teasing as he presses his thumb against my clit, feeling it pulse under his touch, aching for more of him. "Use those human words and tell me everything you want me to do to you."

My breath catches for a second, and then I lick my lips.

Wetting them in an attempt to buy myself some time.

It was easier to tell Marron I wanted him to fuck my brains out when I didn't think he could understand me, but now that I know, I'm suddenly self-conscious.

Like, my words are embarrassing now instead of sexy.

I mean, Marron just told me he jerks off with my underwear, and it was the hottest thing I've heard.

But now that it's my turn, I feel like I'm just going to embarrass myself.

"Use your words," Marron nuzzles his face close to my core, sniffing loudly like he did during the mating ceremony.

The idea of him sniffing me there has my face burning, and I squeal as I try to close my thighs.

Of course, he's stronger than me and keeps me spread nice and wide for him.

His eyes flicker up to me, and he presses his nose right against me before taking another long sniff, somehow making it even louder than the previous one.

"Marron!" I squeal and wiggle in his hold even more. He smiles against me, the amusement in his eyes making up for how mortified I am.

"My mate has the sweetest smelling cunt," he hisses against the fabric of my underwear. As if to prove his point, he rubs his nose against the wet fabric again. "I could live the rest of my life right here and die the happiest male."

"No dying." I swat at him and grab one of his horns.

He flicks his eyes upward and gives me an approving smile.

I'm sure he wants me to use his horns to hold him against me, but right now, I want him inside of me, not just sniffing me and rubbing his face against me. "Not until I've made love to you."

His brows go up, but he finally relents and pulls away from having his face between my legs. "You wish for lovemaking now? I thought I was supposed to fuck you hard?"

I make a whining sound in the back of my throat. " At this point, I don't care. I just need you inside of me. "

"Then tell me what you want me to do to you," Marron says, pressing my thighs just a little bit more. "I'll do anything you want. You just need to tell me."

I lick my lips again and look down his body to where his cock is straining against the fabric of his pants. " Take off your clothes. "

Marron's lips pull back as a hiss leaves his mouth.

I don't know if my asking for it is what makes him so turned on by it or the fact that I just really want him bare for me.

Either way, he's discarding his clothes so fast I don't even get my legs back down before he's grabbing my thighs and spreading me again.

I stare at his cock for way longer than is considered polite. It's the biggest, sexiest cock I've ever seen. A real masterpiece between his legs. I can't be blamed when I seem to forget all my words and lie, staring at it with an open mouth for too long.

"Is this how you would like to spend the evening?" Marron asks, a laugh in his voice, when fresh blood warms my cheeks and spreads down my chest. "I have no issue with it. I am glad you enjoy looking at me as I enjoy looking at you. I did think you might still want to be stretched on me, though."

I nod, finding my words and hoping I'm picking the right ones to make his brain short-circuit, just like he makes mine. " Pull my underwear to the side. "

Marron's lips twitch into an almost snarl again. And it makes my core flutter and pulse. Yeah, I can get under his scales just like he gets under my skin.

He does as I ask, pulling my underwear to the side and revealing a patch of bright orange hair.

He's already seen it, but now that I'm bare for him completely, he's embarrassing me even more and diving back in, inhaling my scent and nudging my clit with his nose.

His tongue flicks out, teasing my pussy and causing me to forget about how mortifying it is to have him sniffing me and only thinking about how good it feels to have him between my legs.

"This is perfect," Marron groans against me. His words vibrate against me, sending ripples of pleasure through me and causing my core to clench in anticipation.

" Finger me, " I gasp, needing to feel something inside of me if he's going to make his face at home against me. He gives me a quizzical expression, obviously unsure of what fingering is. " Use your fingers inside of me. One and then two when I've stretched out. "

"Anything for you," he says, his tongue flicking against my pussy once more before one of his scaled fingers takes its place. "Can I keep my tongue on you?" he asks, tilting his head to the side and letting it rest against my thigh until I answer him.

" Please, on my clit while you fuck me with your fingers. "