tongue ventured into her mouth.
It was a torrid possession, a physical love with a care to arouse her that she’d not had before. Not ever. Her human life had been short, horrible, and minus love, once her mother died, unless you counted whoring.
No longer in charge of anyone’s death, unfettered from her cyclical compulsions, she let herself unravel and simply…
Be.
The kiss evolved, roamed, his mouth tasting at her lower, lower, at breast and underside, turning her nipples into small jutting rocks. His hands were on her, in her, delving into mouth and sliding over her, finding her cunt. She felt used and he’d barely done more than…
Well.
Well, he had come inside her asshole.
Not the same. Not enough. She shuddered as he bit the inside of her thigh and licked her there.
“Your clit is up and ready, like my cock.
“Clit?” She was confused. The words he used—
“This.” Lightly he bit her beside the button where her arousal centered. It brought a yelp from her, a flinch, and he laughed against her skin.
“More,” she croaked, groaning at the wet, soft heat of tongue and lips.
On her private parts. Raffaela arched. Oh. My. God.
His tongue wormed along the forepart of her slit.
Arching made her hands hurt at the wrists. Rope had her. He had her, and she moaned again, compelled by this attention.
Men did not do this, did not lick at her until she shook with desire.
“Want me?” he asked, teasing her again. “Inside you. Fucking you.”
Her pussy spasmed in at the thought of him fucking her.
She peered at him and made a strangled sound that said yes, or she thought it should.
“Come.” He stood then picked her up, carefully balancing her body in his arms, and he kissed her as he walked.
They ended up before the sofa, the TV on but ignored. Wolfgang lowered himself to the sofa and seated her over him. She had no choice in how he positioned her, her arms were at her sides and bound to ankles, her legs resting on the sofa and parted over him.
Over his cock. She looked down, fascinated, her pussy throbbing, pulsing it seemed to her heartbeat.
“See.” He wrapped his fist around it and eyed her. “You’re fucking turned on and still shifted to human. I might point out that shifting back right now would give your tail schizophrenia, but to hell with that. I want to spear you on my cock. Down.”
His fist tightened on his erection, and he shuffled her forward on his lap, her lower legs sliding on the leather. Shiny leather that gave under their weight. She sucked at her lip as she felt his cock probing her entrance, pushing upward.
And she threw back her head, feeling him enter her, his hands on her hips forcing her lower.
“Fuck,” he blurted as she felt his fingers explore below, where his cock tunneled, and her aroused wetness made them slide. Laughing, he added, “Are all mermaids this fucking wet?” He shoved higher. The push and tightness made her shriek and grab her ankles with rigid fingers.
“Fuck!” Said more softly, and Wolfgang jerked his hips and stuck himself inches deeper.
Every fraction of him was tangible, every throb, every stretch of her walls. The tight fit of cock to cunt squeezed out liquids, dripping, from inside her onto her thighs.
Up and down that slippery, violating cock. Grunting, Wolfgang showed his teeth when she dared to look at him, or at lower where they were joined. She was rocked, slammed at, made to gasp and squirm.
Then, on a down thrust, half-out, he stopped, groaned, held her in place.
“What?” she spluttered, catching up to breathing, striving to make him enter her fully. “Keep going.” At the twitch and swell of him, her eyelids shut.
“Enough.” With a hip movement and a grasp to either side of her butt, he lifted her off him.
Dismayed, she pouted as his cock sprang free between them.
“Not yet. You are not allowed.” He sucked in a breath, eyed her. “Experiment, remember? Though—”
With some difficulty he deposited her on her knees on the floor then edged forward on the sofa until his cock head nudged her shut mouth.
Glowering she pouted again.
“Oh, you will. Or else. I have so many things I can use on you. Open and suck on me.”
Raffaela shook her head.
“You’ll shift if I stop playing with you or let you come too soon. You will wait.” Hands either side of her face, he touched forehead to forehead and said quietly, “Experiment. What if you could walk about all