within me once again. Slowly, I lift my bottom so that I slide up the length of his cock with exquisite slowness before pushing back down. He’s watching my face the entire time, and it’s so erotic to see the heat in his eyes and the way his pupils are blown wide in desire—and all for me.
I lean in and slick my tongue against his lips as I rotate my hips, and he jerks hard against me. I only get halfway down when he tugs my hips, sheathing himself fully and abruptly within me so that we both groan with pleasure. My gaze is still caught with his, however, so I see the sharpness fall over his expression as the hunger and need makes his lips draw back from his teeth. He clenches my hips harder, lifting me before snapping me back down. A choked shriek is the only response I’m capable of, and it’s followed by panted cries as he repeats the motion again and again until he shifts his hands to my shoulders to hold me against him as he snaps his hips up, grinding into me.
The magic flowing between us tightens like a drawstring, every pulse of power making my cunt spasm around him deliciously. But it’s still not enough. It’s too much like an inferno that can’t be extinguished. I slap at his shoulder.
“Let me up,” I moan.
He gives me two more powerful thrusts but releases me with a reluctant snarl. I drag myself off his lap and drape myself over the padded edge of the pool, thankful that the elves considered such comforts, given what I need. I put my hand between my legs and pinch my clit, gasping as the shiver of desire as the water ripples around me with the swish of his tail.
Then he’s there, his body curving over mine. He nips my ear and grinds against my bottom so that I push my ass up against him.
“You wish for me to take you this way, ahandral?” he snarls into my ear.
“Fuck yes,” I croak and nearly come undone when one hand fists into my hair, the stinging sensation sending tears to my eyes even as it makes my lust burn higher and hotter.
He pauses, as if uncertain, his fingers moving hesitantly within my curls, but I reach up and wrap my fingers around his wrist to keep him from withdrawing. I never thought I would be the sort that liked my hair pulled—in fact, my rule is typically don’t fucking touch my hair at all—but the primal way he holds onto me makes my thighs tremble.
With his hand still entangled, he drops down to press tender kisses against my shoulder and neck interspersed with small, experimental licks. He rocks his hips gently, reverently as he explores me, his cock dragging torturously through my folds and bumping every sensitive spot within my channel. His hand on my hip drops down and pushes away my own hand so that he can stroke my clit in time with every thrust.
I writhe against him helplessly, my body tightening as something twists and churns deep within. The pressure builds slowly, and I buck against him with desperation, but he holds me tight so that he controls the penetration. The flow of our magic twines tighter, burrowing within me so that the bloom of desire within me brightens and grows. I can feel myself shaking within his arms, and despite the fact that he’s restraining me and doing all the work, I’m lying on the edge of the bathing pool panting like I’m running a marathon.
I nearly weep for relief when his tempo changes, his hips driving quicker against my backside. This… This is exactly what I need. His fingers rub at my clit, striking the sensitive tissue all around it and plucking at it as his hips slap against me. I push back against him, my cries becoming louder as I feel his cock jerk hard within my channel.
He’s coming, but it’s not just spurt and done. He ruts fiercely, his hips slamming into me, grinding down with each thrust as his cock jerks with another spray of seed against the mouth of my womb. Its bathes my insides with electric sparks as he gives one final pinch to my clit, sending me over into orgasmic bliss.
My pussy clenches tight, rippling over him as my scream fills the room. He plunges one final time and grinds me through my orgasm, the deep pressure of his cock