My cock felt like it might just climax all on its own. This was another sensation I wasn’t used to. Under the curse, I could only find release inside a woman. Pre cum beaded from the tip, and Sabela was looking at it with that expression in her eyes I loved so much—playful and intrigued.
She bent forward, licking the tip clean with a flick of her small tongue. Then she smiled at me. I made a low, sound of frustration. I wanted to grab her hair and fuck her mouth.
Instead, I adjusted position, sitting up more so she could easily reach my cock. She crawled toward me, on her stomach now, so I could see her gorgeous ass. Her feet waved in the air a moment before she cupped her mouth around my erection. She sucked the head, her hands stroking my thighs. Her lips and tongue were tight and wet around my hard shaft and I feared I might climax right then and there. With every movement she went a little deeper, but she was also careful, letting her mouth and throat relax to take the full length of me. I was breathing fast, trying to hold back, so she could take her time.
My body felt new to me. Sex was entirely different without the curse. I had control again, I could hold back if I must. It certainly broadened ones options. When I was cursed, it was almost unbearable to let a woman’s mouth pleasure me. I didn’t have time for that; I had to fuck her.
“It’s been so long…” I tangled my fingers in the dark, soft curls of her hair.
Soon she was taking the whole length of me, and just I was starting to tip toward a release, she stopped. She looked at me and said, “You will never have anyone but me, ever again.”
Oh, yes. I liked that very much. She was going to make an excellent queen.
“No,” I said. “Never. I like you staking your claims, my dearest. It never hurts to say things aloud.”
She opened her mouth and ran her tongue across her teeth. Her eyes said, I’m ready for you, for all of you.
I slid my cock back inside that waiting mouth and started taking more control, thrusting into her, forcing her mouth open wider. At first she used her tongue but after a moment she just surrendered to me, letting me do with her what I wished. I felt as if every drop of blood in my body was rushing to get inside of her mouth. I was about to lose it.
“Sabela…Sabela…” I murmured her name as I exploded into her. My cum dripped off her full lips. She waited for me to draw myself back, before swallowing my essence.
“I don’t know if that was entirely fair,” she said.
“Oh, I’ll make it up to you. Get on your back.”
She rolled over and adjusted position. Even with her legs closed, I could see her swollen inner folds poking wetly out of her lips. I parted her thighs. Her sex was swollen and dripping.
She writhed, yearning to be touched. “Please,” she said again. “Touch me, Nyar, I beg you.” The sound of her pleading voice cut right to my heart.
“You dangerous girl,” I said. “You’re going to get whatever you want from me for the rest of our lives, aren’t you?”
Chapter Sixteen
Nyar’s tongue was a little rough, not as rough as a cat, but perhaps a little rougher than a human. Although my experience of human tongues in my most sensitive places was, admittedly, nonexistent. I felt every tiny tastebud rubbing against me. I could feel my body pulsing beneath him.
Then, his fangs began to nibble at me gently. Their sharp edges gently bit my inner lips in between sliding motions of his tongue. Then he gently clamped his fangs around my clit itself. The barest tug on the tender nub was agonizing, producing a scorching desire. It was a repeat of his claws, only worse, because his mouth was even better. His breath, his warmth—pain and pleasure mingling in the core of my being.
And his hands were free to trace along my thighs, my stomach. He came close to my breasts but did not quite touch them before his hands slid down my belly again. Oh, how I tried to be patient, but my moans were becoming more primal. My body slowly pumped beneath his touch. I had no control of myself anymore. I felt like an instrument, being played to produce sounds and vibrations. Did a violin have any say in what was done to it? No, and neither did I.
My breath came faster and faster. His tongue swirled around me, tracing circles and loops, drinking in the wetness that was pouring out of me now. I was almost sobbing, “Please, please…Nyar…”
He sucked on my clit and it all happened very fast. I couldn’t hold back. My climax was like an explosion inside me. It was like being broken apart and put back together in the space of seconds.
And I already knew what was coming, knew I would hardly have a chance to recover from the pulsations before he filled me with his cock.
My legs spread, ready for him, even as I was cringing at the thought of his rigidity slamming against my soft, tender body.
He grabbed my hips and the entire length of him took me in one thrust. I screamed with pleasure, my pussy clenching against him. His claws pricked my flesh. I felt raw and helpless and yet I was still trying to draw him deeper inside me, as if there was any need at all for more of him.
“Sabela, I feel like I’m fucking a wood stove. You’re burning up.”
“I am. I’m so spent…” This was more exhausting than the nights when he took me on the hour, because then it had been over so fast.
“Come for me one more time. Then you can go to sleep.”
His command worked on me like magic. I climaxed right then and there, my body throbbing wildly around him, and as soon as that began, he was sharing it with me. We clutched each other, and then, we laid like that for several minutes in silence.
“I will love you like the bonfires, burning flames and dying embers. And then, like the stars, eternal,” he said, kissing my cheek. “Thank you for saving my people.”
“I understand where I was always meant to be,” I said. “I love you, Nyar.”
We fell asleep, so heavily, that in the morning we were in the same position.
Chapter Seventeen
The goblins went straight to work, preparing for a wedding. Some of them went to trade and shop in the nearest towns while others scoured the goblin king’s land for some of the missing livestock. The children gathered wildflowers along the hills and meadows, so we would have flowers everywhere.
No time was wasted. Our wedding was held at the end of the week, in the evening, which was considered the morning by the largely nocturnal goblins. Huldie helped me to get dressed in one of the finer gowns in the wardrobe. It was long and regal, the color of fresh cream, with a gold necklace and girdle. I was not a goblin, so I couldn’t wear the little horn ornaments that a goblin queen might wear, but the goldsmith refashioned them, attaching them to a circlet, so now they almost looked like little horns growing from my own head.
I had a cape of forest green, edged with red ribbons made out of an unusual type of lace that was a specialty of goblin maidens; it reminded me of vines. My feet were left bare.