482- When the Wolf Kneels
POV Thalyndra Moonclaw:
I couldn't focus on anything except what he was doing. On anything but him.
He thrust his hard tongue into me several times, sliding it through my pussy before returning to my clitoris and pleasuring me with it. He alternated his movements, playing with me, giving me pleasure and delighting in it.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and my skin grew hot. The heat concentrated in my belly, expanding, growing like a pulsing wave about to explode.
"Anton..." I begged his name, my voice failing.
He rubbed only the tip of his tongue on my clitoris, increasing the intensity of his movements.
I clenched my teeth with heavy breathing.
My arousal dripped down the inside of my thighs, coating me completely, mixed with his warm saliva.
I was being overtaken by him, dominated by the Eldoria alpha, and I was loving every second.
I removed one hand from the tree and placed it on his head, sliding my fingers through his silky locks. I gripped them tightly, making him growl.
He rubbed his fangs against my clitoris.
He pulled his head back and looked at me.
"Do you know how a male marks a female?" he asked. I shook my head in denial. He smiled. "Then I'm about to show you."
"And who said I want that?"
He tilted his head to the side, pondering.
"And if I said you'll have the best orgasm of your life?"
I bit my lower lip, considering.
"Is it a trade?" I asked, without removing my fingers from his hair.
"Yes, a trade. I calm my beast by marking you with my scent, and you get a mind-blowing orgasm." He winked. "What do you say?"
Well... it didn't sound so bad. His scent would fade soon enough, and I didn't really care about that anyway. And I was very inclined to find out what this mind-blowing orgasm would be like, since everything he did left me weak in the knees.
"Alright," I agreed. Smiling, he nodded.
He placed his lips on my pussy again, masturbating my clitoris with his tongue, flicking it side to side. He sucked and licked me for longer, eating me with his mouth.
He brought both hands and spread me open, leaving the nerve more exposed. He shot me one last look, smiling with confidence, and then closed his teeth around my clitoris, breaking the skin.
He let out a moan of satisfaction, as if my blood were the nectar of the gods.
A shrill scream got stuck in my throat.
I felt my blood flow through the small fissures and be sucked by him. The pain of the impact was soon replaced by pleasure. A pleasure so deep and absolute that I thought I might die.
Anton resumed moving his tongue over my clitoris, without removing his teeth fixed to the skin around it.
I couldn't hold on for another second—it was as if the bite intensified everything I felt. I exploded in an orgasm that was capable of making me lose all my strength. He flattened his hands on my belly, pushing me against the trunk and holding me in place.
I barely had time to breathe when another wave of pleasure hit me.
The impact was so deep it made my eyes roll back. He drank my blood with hunger, swallowing every drop.
I had no strength left—I was nothing, yet I was everything. I fragmented into several pieces, slowly putting myself back together.
He withdrew his teeth and rubbed his tongue over the small fissures, which soon healed because of the healing saliva he possessed. He licked the entire length, cleaning me until nothing remained but his saliva.
My hands were numb when I pulled the one that was in his hair away. I let out a heavy breath and settled against the trunk, my body exhausted and satisfied.
It would take a while before I could fully recover from what had happened.
He adjusted my panties and let my dress fall back down. He stood up, without removing his hands from me, ensuring I would stay on my feet and not fall.
When he looked at me, his eyes had already returned to their usual shade of blue. His beard glistened with my arousal stained on it.
"Are you alright?" he asked. I nodded, unable to give him a verbal answer. "I'll take you home," he announced.
"No," I managed to say, my voice failing. I cleared my throat. "Someone might see us, and our scent isn't exactly discreet—it's already enough as it is."
He furrowed his brow at me.
"Why can't they see us?"
"What are we going to tell your parents and your brothers?"
"That we're young adults having fun in the forest?"
I rolled my eyes.
"Of course not! Do you want to kill me with embarrassment? I live in your parents' house, in case you weren't aware."
"Yes, I'm quite aware. And in fact, I think you should come live in mine."
I flattened my hand against his chest and pushed him away.
"You are completely insane, Anton."
"Only for you." He winked, charmingly.
I huffed.
I tested my legs, making sure they were steady, then stepped away from the trunk, taking a step to the side—away from him as well. I ran a hand through my hair, fixing the tangled strands.
"I'm leaving. I don't want to get involved in the mess you and your brother made tonight."
He laughed.
"Hate to break it to you, but you're already involved."
"No more involved than this," I corrected.
He crossed his arms over his chest.
"You know they're going to smell me on you, right?"
"I know, and I intend to pretend everything's normal."
"I didn't know cynicism was one of your qualities, Little Fer."
"Well, now you know. Your brothers already know something's going on, but I intend to keep your parents out of it."
He laughed.
"If that's your wish, as you like..." He uncrossed his arms and gave a mock bow. "But know that at some point, it won't be a secret to anyone anymore."
I made a noise in my throat.
"There's no secret, Anton. It's just us... um... not doing this anymore."
He arched a suggestive eyebrow.
"And do you really think this—" he made a gesture between the two of us— "won't happen again?"
I chewed my cheeks.
He had just bitten my pussy, sucked me like a lunatic, drunk my blood, and given me two orgasms—who was I trying to fool? Of course it would happen again. I would want to experience that again.