“I didn’t mean it I didn’t mean it I swear. Umm…” I looked around the room as if searching for answers. “Ohhh!” I put one hand to my forehead and dropped the other from his arm, wrapping it around my middle.
I think the kid sighed or shook his head or something. I’m not quite sure about his signals yet since he and I don’t yet share the same clear communication he has with his dad, which I think is so not fair, but I digress.
My little plan seemed to work because before the ohhh could die on my lips he was lifting me in his arms and taking me back to bed, his voice full of concern. You best believe I worked it for all it was worth. I did not want to be responsible for some poor sap losing his head less than a week after I came here.
“What is it? What hurts? Let me see…” He put the back of his hand to my forehead while trying to get my hand away from my tummy with the other so he could check for himself. “You sure? Nothing hurts? You’re not uncomfortable?” I started to answer him and then I realized he wasn’t talking to me.
So I laid there and listened to him have a running conversation with my tummy. I knew they were talking because I kept hearing that strange buzzing that wasn’t quite words to me, but was perfectly clear to his dad. “Okay, I’ll calm down!”
Thank you Junior for whatever you said to Vlad the impaler…
“How dare you? He came long after me, and he was not one of us. Just a very pissed off human who lost his mind when the love of his life was taken from him.”
He said that last part with a whole lot of emphasis, like it was some kind of warning. “You’re not to go off on your own again; understood?” Is he talking to me or the kid? Because that sounded more like something you’d say to a three year old.
“But you said I could walk around…. Okay I promise-I promise- I promise.” My full pouty face didn’t work because he was trying to leave again to go bring death and destruction to those poor clueless people who didn’t even know that I’d left the palace.
“I saw the peacocks earlier and got distracted. What did he tell you anyway? Junior I mean.”
“Nice try but you can’t see them from here.” I didn’t have an answer for that one and since I couldn’t feign sick again because his big-headed son had already spilled the beans I just kept my lips zipped and hoped for the best. At least he was no longer giving off killer vibes.
Oh I know! “What’s the matter now?” He rested on his elbow next to me on the bed and I gave him the most pitiful look.
“Nothing!” My pouty bottom lip was back in service but she was not the main attraction this time around.
I rubbed a light circle around my nipple with my finger and looked up at him with wide innocent eyes. “It hurts!” His eyes were glued to the action. “What do you mean hurts? Hurts how?” He pushed my finger out of the way and took over the job of soothing my imaginary pain.
I laid back and let him have at it when he started moving my clothes out of the way. I figured once he got me naked his horn dog would kick in and we’d have averted disaster. Yep! No sooner had he pushed the dress and robes off in haste than he was staring down at my nipple.
I didn’t move, didn’t even breathe for the first few seconds in fact. But I’m glad we were in this weird place because had we not been I wouldn’t have gotten to see the way he truly looks at me. What started out, as my half ditched effort to save a few lives, quickly became something else.
His touch was light as a whispered sound on the wind when he ran just the pad of his fingertip around the turgid morsel that had come alive that quickly for him. “Does it still hurt?” I could only shake my head at him when he looked at me with such concern in his eyes.
And when he lowered his head with the words, ‘I’ll make it all better’ I damn near swooned at the feel of his lips wrapping around my flesh seconds later. It was the incisors, what once put fear and dread in me, was now something that gave me great pleasure.
Now here’s where things became a little bit murky. Lucien the dog has been trying to get me to try new things, things a girl has not been ready to even think about doing. So when I felt the slightest touch of his finger against my tight little rosebud my eyes flew wide open.
He’d already got me heated up with those teeth grazing ever so gently across my nipple, which was probably his intention, the fiend, and I still had those people’s heads to think about, and plus the fact that I didn’t know if he was really playing me or not. Needless to say I was in a no-win situation.
I kept my eye on him though, the sneak, when he kept rubbing his finger along that spot, but I soon got distracted when he bit the flesh around my nipple hard enough to sting, but in such a way that left me wanting more. And that my friends, is how I ended up with my first anal experience or as my husband so eloquently puts it, an ass fuck to end all.
He started out slow enough, I guess to get me used to the idea of having a foreign object shoved into that part of my body and he was pretty good at keeping me too preoccupied to be embarrassed. All it took was the feel of his incisors running along my heated flesh and I lost all thought.
My very being seemed concentrated on that one spot, that one place were his teeth now were. Whether it was the soft flesh of my inner thigh where he lapped and lathed after nipping me with his teeth, or my clit where I held my breath once he got there and teased me mercilessly with his teeth and tongue.
It felt like I was holding my breath the whole time as I watched through glazed eyes. “Hold them, touch yourself!” He wrapped my hands around my breasts which seems to have grown in the last week or so because they hardly fit anymore. But I didn’t have time to worry about that now. I was too busy watching his every move, mesmerized by the grace with which he seemed to make his way around my body.
But it’s when he pushed my knees back to my ears, opening me up to his eyes while I absently began squeezing my breasts that things got interesting. It felt like ages since he’d spread me open and just crouched there between my thighs staring into my sex, and just when I was about to complain, he did it.
He leaned in and at first there was nothing, but within seconds I felt the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt and there has been plenty of new and exciting things learned in his bed; this one was way up there with the best…maybe.
It was his tongue, his long beautiful tongue. But it wasn’t pushing up inside my sex like it usually is, licking against the door to my womb, no, this time he licked my little rosebud that seemed to open like a flower after the third or fourth time he did it, and then he was just there.
I don’t know which tongue he was using. If it was a split, forked tongue or if he’d folded it in half, but whatever he did he got it in me, something I wouldn’t have thought possible in a million years. I wondered where my sense of embarrassed dignity had gone to because all I felt was the intense heat between my thighs.
No sooner had I felt the ache starting to build than I felt his fingers there, driving into my aching sex even as his tongue dug deeper into my ass. My mouth fell open as it usually does when I become mindless under him and my hands squeezed around my breasts harder as he took his sweet time moving his fingers and tongue in and out of me.
My body stiffened in the most confusing climax in history as his fingers and tongue picked up speed, going deeper, faster inside of me. How can a body feel so satisfied and yet still burn with hunger and need? I felt the loss as soon as he pulled them both away but it was short lived.