Page 36 of Wicked Magik

“I won’t leave you. It isn’t like I have anything to go back to anyways,” I whispered and booped his nose.

I planted a gentle kiss on the tip of his snout and trailed down his neck, taking in every ripple of muscle beneath his smooth, gray skin. His torso, remarkably human-like, was sculpted to perfection, each sinew and curve a testament to strength. Fine hairs peppered his skin, and as I continued my journey downward, the texture transformed, becoming more fur-like, soft and dense, inviting my touch.

And that is where I found what I was looking for, his angry cock, dripping, and his whining was any indication he was hurting.I wish I could hear what he was thinking.

Oryx groaned. “Please touch me. Touch me like I touched you. Do I smell good to you like you smell to me?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer that, humans’ don’t have that good of a nose, but a taste maybe?

Oryx gasps sharply, clutching the sheets around him with desperate hands. In the same breath, I seize his shaft with a firm grip, my fingertips align with his suction cups to tickle them. He let out a cry. "Agh! Pet! I'm begging you!"

He wasn't going to hold out much longer. I licked up between the cups, causing him to roar. His hand gripped my hair tightly as I swirled my tongue around the tip before taking him fully into my mouth.

Erotica novels don’t fail me now…

His tail whipped around us.

“You are going to kill me, I can’t, I can’t! Your mouth! So hot…”

I hummed into his cock, absolutely preening that he was enjoying this. I was enjoying it too, it was my first blow job and making someone come apart like this made me feel so damn powerful.

When the first drops of cum slid down my throat, it wasn’t gross in the slightest, either. It was a combination of sweet and salty, maybe even dark chocolate, my favorite. I sucked harder and cupped his balls, which were heavy, hot and then there was a loud roar and a sharp tug of my hair.

His cum flooded my mouth as he shot up to a sitting position. I kept my rhythm, my head bobbing with relentless determination, while he unleashed a symphony of monstrous guttural animal noises. His hips bucked violently, each thrust a force of nature, and his tail lashed out, whipping and stinging my ass with feral intensity.

Come on now, we aren’t that far into this yet.

Once I swallowed the last spurt of cum he pulled me off his dick before I could and had me in his arms.

“What was that?” He panted and buried his snout into my neck. “I need to know.”

“A blow job?” I giggled and licked the corners of my mouth. “You ate me out, and I gave you a blow job. We gave each other a release, an orgasm. Do you feel better?”

A rumble ran through his chest. “I want more.” He growled. “I want to put my… dick inside your…” He looked between my legs. “I think that would feel better.”

I slapped my hand on my cheek. “Wow, you are blunt. That’s too fast. In fact we did all of this too fast.” I pulled away from him and cupped his face. “We don’t know each other that well yet, I can’t believe I did this…” I rambled but he copied my motions that I have done a thousand times before and cupped my face.

“But it feels right.”

I sighed. “You’re reading my mind, it's not fair.”

“I like it, it makes me more sure of my actions.”

I pouted and crossed my arms. “How can you do that? And why now?”

Oryx shrugged. “I am made of many things. Even I do not know all of the parts. I have never read anyone’s mind before, you are the first.”

I sighed and leaned up against him.I was in such big trouble.

Afterward, we tidied ourselves up. Oryx felt confident enough in his body to forgo wearing pants. Suffice it to say, he appears as sizable when relaxed as when aroused. I insisted he cover up with a blanket so I wouldn't be distracted all night and get further aroused. Additionally, I placed a pillow on my lap since he was insistent on resting his head there.

Oryx had laid out snacks, books and water for me so I could stay alert while he slept.

As Oryx laid his large head in my lap, I ran my fingers through his hair and hummed until he officially fell asleep. I kept my thoughts quiet, at least I tried to so he wouldn’t wake.

By the time four a.m. approached, the room was shrouded in a peaceful silence, with only the distant hum of early morning sounds filtering through the window. Oryx lay sound asleep beside me, his steady breathing a comforting rhythm in the pre-dawn darkness.

My eyelids felt as though they were weighed down by lead, struggling to stay open. Carefully, I shifted Oryx’s large, warm head, which rested heavily against me. In a sleepy, instinctive response, he seemed to sense my movement, pulling me closer into his side with a gentle, protective arm. Nestled against him, I became the little spoon, embraced by his warmth, and we both gradually drifted back into a peaceful slumber, the world around us fading into the background.