Em wasn’t sure what “unsheathing” was, but the look in his eyes decided her.
“All right,” she whispered, looking into his eyes. “All right you can…can heal me there, if you really want to.”
“I’ve never wanted anything more,” Rarev growled. And then he was laying her down across the round bed and positioning himself between her thighs.
Em moaned in surprise as she looked up and realized that the top of the crystal panels that made up the ceiling of their chamber had turned to mirrors. In them she saw an older woman—a woman who was still beautiful not despite her age but because of it.
The woman was lying on her back with her legs spread and her hair spread out around her head like a silver lake. Between her thighs was a male who was not man and not beast but somehow more than both. Golden fur covered his broad shoulders which split the woman’s legs wide and she had her hands buried in his flowing mane, urging him on.
And then Rarev parted her pussy lips with a long, loving lick and she squeezed her eyes shut in ecstasy.
“Oh!” she gasped, arching her back to give him better access. “Oh, Rarev! God—yes!”
He looked up for a moment, panting with desire, his mouth and chin wet with her juices.
“Love it when you call my name, my l’eeja,” he growled, his eyes blazing with lust. “Love the sweet, salty flavor of your pussy…your warm scent. Gods, I could come just from tasting you!”
“You…you could?” Em wasn’t sure what to think of this.
Slowly, he nodded.
“I could—I might not be able to help myself. But I won’t stop tasting you until you’re coming too—coming all over my face, Emilia.”
His words spoken in that low, purring tone sent a shiver down her spine and Em felt she had to look away—it was too much—too intense to stare into his eyes while he said such things to her.
But to her surprise, Rarev refused to allow this.
“No, Emilia,” he growled, his voice suddenly stern in a way that made her shiver for a whole different reason. “No, look at me—I want you to watch me while I lick your soft little pussy—watch me while I part your pussy with my tongue and lap your sweet folds until you come for me.”
These dominant words both surprised and excited Em. She’d never had a lover speak to her like this before…and she found she rather liked it. Due to her high-powered job, she was always in control—always the one giving the orders. To suddenly find herself the one who was being ordered rather than the other way around was surprisingly erotic.
“All right, er, Sir,” she said, uncertain what she ought to call him.
“You may call me ‘my L’eej,’” Rarev told her, in that voice that was half purr, half growl. “It is what the females of my species call their mates.”
Which must mean that “my l’eeja,” which was the name he’d been calling her, was what male Lionus Monstrum called their female mates, Em thought. Should they really be calling each other such intimate names? But somehow, it felt right to do so and when she opened her mouth, the new name came rolling off her tongue.
“All right, my L’eej,” she whispered, her heart pounding harder. “I…I’ll watch you.”
“Good. Now open yourself for me completely, my l’eeja—I’m going to lick your soft pussy thoroughly tonight—going to lap your sweet little Goddess pearl until you come for me.”
Then he wrapped his arms around her thighs and split her even wider before dipping his head and tasting her again. This time he kept his eyes locked with hers as he dragged his tongue over her slit. Em could feel him sliding deep inside to caress her inner folds, lingering when he reached her clit and then circling it with the tip of his tongue—all while he watched her watching him.
She had never had such an intimate sexual experience in her life. Nigel had been a bit of a prude, never wanting to do anything with the lights on—at least, not with her, Em thought bitterly. But as she’d met her ex in her first year of University, she’d had only had a few awkward adolescent fumblings to compare him to.
I didn’t know what I was missing, she thought, as Rarev continued to hold her eyes with his as he lapped her open pussy. I didn’t know anything about being held down and licked until I explode from the pleasure…
And it seemed the explosion wasn’t far off. With every long, delicious lick of his hot tongue, Rarev drove her closer to the edge. Em found it almost unbearably erotic—unbearably intimate—to keep looking into his eyes as he pushed her limits like this—as he spread her wide and lapped her open pussy. And yet, she found she couldn’t look away. She was close…so close…She just needed something else to push her over the edge…