Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
"I can't," Br'chit whimpers again, incoherent. Her taste floods my mouth. She is wet now, and my mouth makes slick sounds against her core even as I work her with my thumb. My hand is cramping and her eager hips are pushing down hard against my face, but I will not stop for anything.
This is the best moment of my life, and I am desperate to make my mate come. So I do not let up, even when her arousal flows through her folds and her cunt grows soft around my tongue. I do not stop when she shudders above me, her movements becoming frantic. I do not stop when she continues to chant her nonsense "I can't I can't I can't".
I do not stop for anything.
Her hand goes to my mane, and she fists it tight. Br'chit rocks down against my face, a soft little noise of despair in her throat. Her cunt clenches around my tongue as if it is trying to trap it inside, and her legs quiver with tension. Close, then. My sac tightens, too, and I force myself to think of shards and pottery pits and mud and ash. So much mud and ash. She works her cunt against my face, her movements shuddering as she does.
"I can't," she cries again, her hips jerking in small motions against my face.
I growl low in my throat, as if to tell her that yes, she can. I tighten my grip on her hip and push my tongue deeper into the well of her cunt, mating her with my face instead of my cock. When she gives a little cry, I do it again, thrusting as deep as I can, tonguing her even as I work her clit with my aching finger.
Pottery.
Pottery, I tell myself as she quakes against my mouth.
Pottery, I remind my aching body as she loses control.
Pottery. Pottery. Pottery. I chant it silently as her body tightens and then she cries out. The sound is different from before, and her body's response is, too. Her cunt floods with moisture. She soaks my beard and my face as she comes, rocking against my mouth, and it is the most beautiful, most perfect thing I have ever tasted.. I continue to lick her, filling my head with thoughts of pottery as her climax moves through her, Br'chit's body taut above me as she comes and comes.
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A’TAM
When she collapses over me, her teats brushing my horns as she goes down, I lift my aching thumb from her clit and press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. Has any male ever been happier than I am in this moment? My cock twitches in response, and I nearly lose what little control I have. "Pottery," I growl, even as I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. "Pottery pits and coals and stupid, broken bowls. Wasted hours of work and mud and digging through ash."
"Mmm…what?" Br'chit sounds dazed. Her teats nudge at my horns, and I have to think harder about clay. Clay and sifting it from the water. Clay that gets everywhere and leaves streaks on my fur clothing.
Messy, messy clay.
"What are you mumbling about?" my mate asks as she lifts her leg and slides off my face. She tumbles onto her back next to me in a boneless flop, a look of sheer contentment on her lovely face. "Oh my god, there are no words for how amazing that was, A'tam."
The sight of her is too much. Her teats call to me, as do the damp curls of her cunt and the shoved up band of her skirt that now rests around her belly. "I speak of pottery," I tell her, even as I crawl forward and slide her thighs apart again. My hunger for her is never-ending, my khui's song a constant throb. My mate, I think with pleasure as I graze my teeth against the inside of her thigh. My sweet, pretty mate is so very wet for me.
"Why pottery?" Br'chit asks, shivering when I kiss her skin.
"Because it distracts me from needing you too much." I rub my nose through her folds, and her body quivers under mine again. "So I think about pottery. And mud. And fire pits. And broken pots." I push her folds apart and circle her clit with my tongue, and she does not push me away, just moans. "I need to make you come again."
She whimpers. "Again?"
Oh, yes. Many, many more times, I think. I tease her clit with my tongue, toying with it even as I push a finger into the heat of her cunt. It is a good thing I nipped the tips of my claws off days ago, because I will not give up touching my mate for anything.
Br'chit moans, her channel squeezing me as she arches. She is still aroused and her body full of longing, and it will not take much to send her over the edge again. I stroke her with my finger. She is very wet, but she still feels tight. I curse myself for missing this before. How did I not realize that she would need to be carefully prepared to take my cock? Humans are so small and fragile.