I lift my head just long enough to say, "Lord Straik."
She flicks an impatient finger against the metal covering of my horn. "Lord Straik," she sasses. "You—oooh!" Her hips buck, her words choking off as I drag my tongue over her clit again. "You're good. Real good." She bites her lip and then remembers. "Lord Straik."
I like the way she breathes my name. I also like the way that the sounds she makes sound more like my Ruth and less like the frightened, uncertain female from before. She rocks against my tongue when I tease a circle around her clit, and gasps again when I circle in the opposite direction.
"Straik," she pants. "Oh, Straik, baby, that feels good. Keep going."
Finally, we are getting somewhere. I feel as if I have conquered a galaxy as she squeezes my hand urgently, her hips arching to meet my mouth. Her scent blooms in my nose, and as I lick her clit, her wriggling intensifies. She lets go of my hand, only to grab my horn and push me back down when I try to remind her that she is to call me by my title. Now that my fingers are free, I tease one at the slick entrance to her body, where she is wettest and where my cock demands to be.
"Fuck, yes, fingers," Ruth pants. "Straik, you've got such big, meaty fucking fingers. Oh god, those feel good inside me."
Close enough.
I thrust into her with one of those meaty fingers and she quivers, gasping for breath. "Fuck. Please, oh fuck. Straik, fuck fuck fuck—"
Eager to make her climax, I go faster, teasing my tongue against her clit as I hammer into her with my finger. Her cunt is so damned soft and wet around me, her body making wet noises as I work her. Ruth pushes my head hard against her cunt in her eagerness, grinding my mouth against her folds, and I love it. I'm thrilled that she's so lost in my touch. That I can make her lose control like this. She makes a low, throaty cry, and her cunt clenches around my pumping finger, which startles me.
Kef me. I didn't realize I'd feel it so thoroughly when she comes. My cock aches, as if demanding to be exchanged with my hand, but that will have to wait for some other time. Encouraged by her response, I lick her harder, then suck on her clit like she did the head of my cock.
Ruth cries out, swearing, shoving my head between her thighs as she comes against my face and finger. She soaks my face, her body quivering around me, and in this moment, I am the proudest male in the universe. I pepper kisses all over her cunt, her thighs, her folds. She brushes her fingers over my plated brow, and when I look up, her expression is soft and achingly sweet. "I love you."
My heart swells with so much love that my chest aches.
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RUTH
I feel a little embarrassed that I panicked. It seems silly now, with Straik giving my pussy languid kisses as I run my fingers over the stubble of his hair. I freaked out the moment I left myself vulnerable, and he didn't miss a beat. He held my hand and walked me through it until I could enjoy myself.
Here I thought I was going to be doing the heavy lifting in bed together, when it turns out I need him as much as he needs me. It's an equal playing field.
Straik shimmies his way back up the bed, flopping down at my side and then propping up on one elbow. He gives me a self-satisfied look, his tail moving in long, slow swats against my thigh. "How do you feel?"
I reach up and brush a bit of shine off the corner of his mouth, fighting the urge to blush. "If you want compliments, just come out and say so."
He grins. "I think I oralled your cunt pretty well."
I bite back a giggle, because he did, and I don't want him to think I'm laughing at him. "You were amazing." I trail my hand down his chest, fascinated by the way his blue skin looks even softer with a faint sheen of sweat. His breathing is quick, and I can feel the heavy length of his cock pressing against my thighs as he moves closer. "How do you feel?"
Straik pulls me against him, cupping my jaw and kissing me. "I could lick your cunt again."
Again? I'm still throbbing from the last round. Not that I mind his enthusiasm, but parts of me feel very sensitive and need a bit of time to recover. "Or we could do other things." I let my hand brush lower, my knuckles gently grazing the head of his cock. "Unless you want to wait?"