Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 92507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
My mind is on fire with all of the things I can do to her body. If she is this excited over my mouth on her breasts, what will it be like when I taste her cunt? My mouth waters at the thought. “Part your pretty thighs for me,” I command her. “I want to taste you here, too.”
I love the little gasp she makes, and when she reaches for the waistband of her trou, I work on my tunic, dragging it off of my shoulders. I rip one of the seams in my haste, but I don’t care. All I care about is Nicola’s luscious little body under mine. I want to feel her skin against my own.
Why did I ever fight the thought of her as my wife? I have deprived us both of these pleasures until now. Never again.
A moment later, she’s naked, her clothing tossed on the floor. She lies back down on the bed and gazes up at me with hot eyes full of need, her hands sliding up and down her thighs. I’m fascinated by the sight of her. She’s so full of need, so soft, so plush. I want to put my mouth all over her and taste her everywhere I can.
In fact, I think I’ll do just that. I take one delicate foot in my hand and kiss the ankle. She squirms, ticklish, but doesn’t try to pull out of my grip. Her intense gaze is locked on me as I continue to move my mouth upward, from her calf to her knee, to her creamy thigh. I keep going…and there it is. Her cunt is covered by a little nest of curls, but it cannot hide the beauty of it, or the moisture that slicks through her folds.
I can wait no longer—I part her thighs and take a slow, loving taste of her.
Nicola’s cry of pleasure rings in my ears. She quivers against my face, and I enjoy that almost as much as I enjoy the taste of her—musky and delicious—on my tongue. I explore her with my mouth, learning her body, and am fascinated to find that she’s different from other females in that she has a little nub at the apex of her folds. When I touch it with my tongue, she goes mad…which makes me want to only do it more. I lavish attention on the tiny bit of flesh, teasing and coaxing it even as I explore her with a finger, and her hips press up against my mouth, her cries growing more and more frantic until she clutches at my horns, gives a little wail, and her body stiffens with the force of her pleasure.
“Oh,” she breathes. “Oh, Emvor.”
I nearly lose myself to my own pleasure at the wonder in her voice. She sounds so surprised that I could give her such feelings, make her body feel this way. It fills me with fierce satisfaction—I am the only one to ever touch her like this.
Good.
“I want to touch you,” she whispers when I sit up, and strokes a hand over my chest. “Learn all the ways you’re different. Not just your…tongue.” She blushes. “Human men don’t have ridges there.”
“Then it is good you do not have a human mate,” I tell her, unable to resist stroking a hand over her glorious little body again.
“I agree,” Nicola says, a dazed expression on her face. “Though I came too soon. We were supposed to come together.”
“I guess we shall have to keep practicing,” I tell her, and strip my trou off, releasing my cock. I wouldn’t mind going between her thighs again and licking her cunt until she screams my name once more, but I’m aching and greedy for her. I want to be deep inside her, filling her. I want her body clamped around mine.
Her eyes widen and she sits up on her elbows, staring at my cock. “What is that?”
Surely…surely she knows this much about mating? “This,” I tell her with a proud gesture, “is a cock. I am going to put it inside you and give you a baby.”
Her mouth drops open, and then she giggles, her cheeks bright red. “I meant the thing above it. I know what a cock is.”
Ah. That’s a relief. I glance down to the short appendage above my cock, the finger-length hard jut of one thing in particular. “My spur?”
“Yes. What’s that for?”
I shrug. “It is not for anything. It is just there, much like my tail.” I am sure there is a medical reason for it, but nothing comes to mind at the moment. All I can think about is the lovely, naked sprawl of her on my bed and how I want to be over her. “It will not hurt you.”
“Okay,” she says, but her voice is shaky. Her expression is filled with doubt.