Page 34 of Murgul
Ensuring my claws are retracted, I smoothly insert one finger, inwardly grimacing at how tight she is. Releasing her, I remove my finger and replace it with my tongue, using the length of it to fully coat her channel with my saliva, ensuring she will stretch to accommodate me. By the time I am satisfied, my mate is on the brink of another peak. Leaning back, I suck on two of my fingers, covering them fully before methodically inserting them into her tight channel. Gwendolyn goes wild beneath me—I have to use my tail to hold her down as she reaches her pleasure a second time when I spread my fingers deep within her.
I can feel my control slipping the more her scent permeates the air around us. Each time she reaches completion, something deep within me unfurls… and this time, it is not Vrog. This is all me, just Murgul.
Are you doing something to make me feel like this?
I may be helping you move things along, but I am not manipulating you in any way. No. There is nothing like a good rut to seal a mate bond, and she scents of fertility.
Rut…?
This… this is going to be luscious.
Pulling my hand away, I spit on another thick finger before slipping all three into the greedy well of her cunny. Leaning down, I wrap my lips around her button and rhythmically suck on it in time with the motions of my fingers deep inside. Her walls flutter around my fingers, a now tell-tale sign of her impending release, and I smirk in satisfaction. The tic she comes, her grip on my horns becomes merciless as she grinds her flesh into my face, moaning in abandon as the sensations wash over her.
Snarling, my control snaps completely. Raising up, I roll her onto her belly, lifting her arse in the air, her body supported by the length of my tail along her hips, up her torso, with the end coiled around her neck—the deadly blade resting along the length of her spine. I hiss when I finally allow my overly sensitive members to fully extrude from my slit. Lining one of them up, I snap my hips forward and sink into the soft, wet heat of her body in one thrust.
Her scream of pleasure is music to my ears.
Chapter Thirty
GWENDOLYN
All I can do is feel.My body is no longer my own; it’s a vessel of pleasure. Mine as well as Murgul’s. The scrape of his scales across my ass is a sensual caress I’ve never experienced before, and only adds to the overwhelming sensations of being thoroughly fucked. After a few pumps of his hips, he stops, and I snarl in frustration. I need him tomove!
Murgul reaches down to maneuver my arms around his neck, forcing me to arc up, my breasts thrust into his waiting hands as his sharp claws prick my nipples, his voice an erotic embrace as he slips into my mind.
“You will keep your hands locked where I put them. Am I understood, bright one?”
Whining at the stretch, I nod in agreement. My fingers barely meet due to the height difference, so it’s a struggle to keep my body the way he’s positioned me.
“What a good little mate you are. Following my instructions so well.”
His croon of approval causes another gush of slick to escape my body, and his warm chuckle washes over me. His tail is wrapped around me from hip to throat, and the overt dominance he’s displaying is making me needier than ever.
Mewling with desire, I grind my ass against him, near to bursting if he doesn’t start moving again. After several excruciating moments, his hips buck into me, and I feel the hot, slick slide of something against my clit along with the heat of his cock deep inside me.
“Look at you—taking me so well. Just a little more stretching and both will fit within you.”
I’m too far gone for his words to fully register. All that matters is that he’s deep in my pussy—the hard slide of his cock soothing some of the burning need his bite started, along with whatever is slipping along my clit, stimulating the swollen tissues. It’s not long until I feel the tingle of another orgasm building low in my abdomen, blooming into a harsh point. I shatter as the sensations wash over me, but it’s still not enough. Panting, I grind myself harder onto his rigid shaft, pleading with him to sate me. “More, I need more. I’m burning up, Murgul. Please help me.”
“Shhh, bright one. I know what it is that you need. You must stay very still for me, yes?”
Nodding desperately, I agree. I’ll do anything to fulfill this demand eating me from the inside out. Distantly, I notice the hard, slick slide of whatever was gliding against my clit disappearing, and a second hard tip nudges against my entrance. Carefully, he guides what can only be a second cock inside me, until it’s fully seated next to the first one. The sensation of being full to bursting is almost overwhelming, but I don’t dare move lest he stop. A deep growl of satisfaction rumbles out of his chest.
“Mmm, you have done so well. Look at you taking all of me.”
Without warning, Murgul removes my arms from his neck and pulls me down on the bed with his tail, until I’m braced on my elbows with my cheek pressed to the mattress. My ass is lifted in the air and supported by the base of his tail, so our hips line up. He takes a second to ensure I’m comfortable before slowly drawing his hips back, and then gradually thrusting forward again. Murgul keeps this slow tempo until I’m a moaning, crying mess beneath him. I don’t know how many times I’ve come, but I still need more.
“Murgul, please! I need you.More! Harder!”
My words make him snap. Gone are the slow, careful thrusts. In their place are hard, driving motions of his hips. One of his hands is braced against the headboard, while the other has slipped beneath me to strum my overstimulated clit.
The slap of our bodies meeting is lewd in the silence of our room, and I revel in the almost violent dominance he’s displaying. This time, there isn’t a tingle foreshadowing my orgasm; it slams into me without notice, and I scream into the bed, my body taut as stars burst before my eyes. A second or two later, a broken roar fills the room as Murgul pumps hiships once, twice more before grinding himself against me as he empties himself deep inside my womb. I can feel the heat of his release as it hits me in wave after wave.
Collapsing, I huff out a breath and sigh in relief as the burning pleasure-pain slowly fades, as if it never existed at all.
Peering over my shoulder, I peek up at Murgul with an exhausted smile. “I think you broke my pussy.”
At his look of alarm, I start giggling. “I’m joking … mostly.”