Page 38 of Moist!
chapter nine
LYRA
Something changed in him when I offered him whatever he wanted.
I’ve always wondered if any of the girls who throw themselves into the lake ever asked what he wants.
I suspect not, or even if they did, I bet he wouldn’t share that part of himself.
No. I think the version of Nef I’ve seen on the television and read about in books is a mask he wears to protect his broken heart.
The Nef hovering poised above me now holds a length of rope loosely in one hand, bright eyes two glowing orbs that laser focus on me.
“Close them,” he repeats with a haughty lift of his chin. “Trust me,” he says more softly, eyes drifting partially closed as he scans my body. It’s giving the impression that he’s thinking of what he wants to do to me, and it’s almost more than I can take.
Dutifully, I close my eyes. Warm skin and wet hair brush my belly as Nef drags the claws of one hand down my thigh, over my knee and down to my foot. I groan softly, squirming as he grips my ankle and pulls my thigh outward.
“Keep these open.” His tone is gruff as he drops the rope to the wooden planks.
I squeeze them closed as he pulls my jeans open and slides them down my thighs, exposing my body to the chilly air. Goosebumps pepper my skin, cold and hard as his warm breath coasts over my midsection.
“Beautiful.” The words are reverent and full of awe as his weight disappears.
A rustling sound tells me he’s picked the rope back up. His coils shift beneath me and I tense, not knowing where he’ll touch next. I’ve never been tied up in bed, never trusted a partner enough to allow it. But I trust Nef, I do. I don’t know why , but I know he’d never hurt me.
When warm fingers circle my ankle again, looping a bit of rope around it, I sigh, arching my back against his warmth.
Nef is quiet, the only sound our combined breathing and the rope as he wraps it around my ankle and foot.
He moves again and then the rope pulls tight, lifting my leg off the ground, held suspended just off the ground.
“More.” He murmurs and moves to my side, taking my left hand and binding it the same way he did my foot.
That gets gently suspended too. Then he leans over my body, his weight warm and perfect against me, and ties my other hand.
I’m coccooned within the length of his tail but held slightly aloft by both arms and an ankle.
“Perfect.” He moves again, some of the support disappearing from behind my back.
Pointed claws come to my chest and drag downward, over my pebbled nipples and down my abs.
Down between my thighs and softly down my pussy lips.
I’m spread for him, open and wanting, pussy clamping down at the tease of his nails on my skin.
My breath comes in gasping pants when he shifts further down my body and leans. I can tell he’s between my thighs, but it’s anybody’s guess what part of him is where.
Until a warm mouth closes over my entire pussy and sucks.
I gasp at the combination of pressure and heat and his wet tongue. Gods, his tongue. He sucks again but swirls that tongue over my clit at the same time with a desperate sounding groan. Warm lips pull at my clit carefully, heat shredding my sanity as orgasm builds with all the force of a tempest.
“Nef, oh gods, oh fuck,” I manage, desperate to twist my fingers in that glorious hair and demand more.
He disappears.
Shooting upright, I’m yanked back by the ropes as I stare at him.
He rises tall, chest heaving as a heavy, thick cock hangs from a slit just below where his tail scales begin. He grips it and runs his fingers along the length, squeezing pearly precum from a tip crowned with bumps. A ragged groan tumbles from him as he strokes harder.
“I’m not giving this to you right now.” He falls forward and laps at my slit with rhythmic sucking that has my knees trembling and a chorus of cries echoing from me. The air in the room heats as he teases me until I’m shaking, begging, pleading for sweet release.
Then he stops again, the licking turning into gentle kisses. Enough to feel good but not nearly enough to get me off. I let out a growl and he chuckles.
“This is what I’ve wanted for so long.” He closes his lips over my slit and slips his tongue inside, curving it against my G spot and stroking. “Fuck, Lyra, I needed this, needed you.”
Orgasm hits then, and he cries out when my body convulses.
I grind my hips against his mouth as he curls that wicked tongue inside me, lips warm and wet on my clit.
Bliss tumbles and erupts inside me over and over until I can’t count how many times I’ve come.
It’s been nonstop, one orgasm after another until I can barely breathe around the pleasure of him.
When I fall limp against the ropes, he lets out a pleased sound and rises far enough to slap my pussy with his rigid cock.
“Your taste is heavenly, my little witch.” He chuckles. “I’m going to do that again and again before I give you this.” Hips rocking between my thighs, he drags his cock through my folds, rubbing the swollen head over my clit until heat builds anew .
“Nef, please,” I beg. “More, I need to feel all of you, every inch. Please. Give it to me.”
He rumbles. “I thought this was about what I want, though. Did you lie to me, little witch?”
A desperate cry leaves me when he lurches forward and latches onto my pussy again, sucking and licking and rubbing with his lips and tongue.
I can’t do anything but writhe and grind against his mouth, ravaged by heat as sweat forms on my forehead and beads down my neck.
Nef snarls as orgasm overtakes me again.
This time, though, I squirt all over his damn face.
The sensation of all that liquid sends me from one orgasm into another and he never retreats, never stops. He kisses and teases until I’m boneless and oversensitized, squirming away from that amazing tongue.
He tsks. “Lyra, I need that for hours. Twice is not enough for me.”
I moan, desperate to be out of these ropes, grab him by the hair and sink down onto that thick cock.
He crawls up my body, notching his dick between my thighs as he shifts his coils to give me relief from the ropes. He’s so damn heavy, and that huge body covering mine has me opening my eyes to bask in his glory.
Nef braces himself over my body, rocking his hips forward and back with a sly smile. “You let me take what I needed, sweet witch. Is this what you want, what you need?” His cock rubs over my swollen pussy, teasing me with velvety warmth.
I nod. “Do you not need it, too?”
He chuckles and notches himself at my entrance, slipping the first inch of his cock inside. Eyes rolling back his head, his mouth drops open. The groan he lets out sounds like it comes from the very depths of his chest, and I clamp around his cock.
“Fuck, Nef, I’m obsessed with that sound you just made.” I stare up at him in wonder.
He curls and slides further in .
Thick. He’s so damn thick. And it’s been a long time since I’ve done this.
I squirm and let my right knee fall wide, giving him more space as he rolls his hips rhythmically, going further each time. When he bottoms out, we let out matching groans as my pussy flutters around him.
“Thought oral was my favorite thing,” he says with a pained sounding grunt. “But this? This is heaven, Lyra. Gods, I’m barely hanging onto my sanity.”
It’s my turn to laugh as I clench around him, milking him with a roll of my hips to help my pussy adjust to his size. “It’s my turn to drive you crazy, then.” I can’t move much tied up like this, but I move my lower half, dragging him in and out of me as he huffs and pants.
He cries out, eyes springing wide as he grabs my throat and squeezes. “Stop. Godsdamnit, stop, Lyra.”
A final pussy clench is my last bit of teasing, and it has the desired effect—he bites his lower lip and grunts. Hot seed splashes my womb as he trembles.
“Come for me,” I command, working myself up and down his cock. “Come, Nef.”
His brows bunch, luminous eyes flashing as he grips one of my hips and pulls out. “You asked for this, Lyra. Remember that you asked for this.”
He slams home, bottoming out and shoving me up against the back wall with a bang. Heat sizzles through me at being used like that.
“Yes,” I manage on a growl. “More.”
Nef snarls, lips curling back as long dark hair brushes my upper body. His hips pound against mine, every pass dragging his cock over my G spot.
I was meant to be here with him. I know it with every fiber of my being as he grips my throat gently, eyes focused on me.
“Come with me, Lyra. On my command. ”
I can barely nod as our bodies slam together, every sense overheating as each thrust fills me deeper, fuller until there!
“Come my darling.” That’s all he says, but my body tenses and tightens, sparks snapping along my skin as everything inside me balls up and then explodes. I scream as he falls forward and buries his mouth in the hollow at the base of my throat.
Hot cum lashes my womb as he uses every inch of me, taking and giving and pushing me to ecstasy I didn’t know was possible. Nef roars into my throat, my name falling from his lips like a prayer as his movements grow jerky and roughshod.
Wrapping my free leg around his body, I cling onto him, praying this whole thing means to him what it does to me.
His thrusts slow, sloppy sounds filling the tiny room as seed drips down my ass and the backs of both thighs.
“Lyra.” He gasps my name into my skin, then plants a line of tender kisses along my shoulder.
When he gets to my arm he straightens and cuts the rope binding me.
Quickly releasing the other two, he rolls so I’m on top of him, head beneath his chin.
He drags his claws down my back, stroking, his cock still buried inside me.
I haven’t always been certain about things in my life. I’ve drifted from haven to haven, always left wanting, never fitting in, never feeling fulfilled by the different communities or any of the superficial friendships I made.
But this? Lying on Nefkenir’s chest in the air bubble of a decrepit pirate ship?
I’m home, and I know that down to the very depths of my soul.