“That’s my girl,” I snarl, my tongue flickering over her tight bud. “Take your pleasure.”
She undulates her hips with back and forth movements, riding my face like it’s her racehorse. Her movements coat my skin with her sweet juices.
“That’s it,” I mumble around her nub. “Use me.”
I squeeze her nipple hard, making her buck her hips and moan. Her sweet cries of pleasure mingle with the gentle sound of my tongue lapping at her cunt.
The taste and scent and feel of her is perfection—nearly as satisfying as filling her holes with my cock heads. Minutes pass as we build a steady rhythm of her grinding those slick wet folds over my face. I feel the little muscles around her entrance opening and closing as though desperate to be filled.
At this rate, I will be the one who climaxes first.
I clench my jaw, holding back an oncoming orgasm. Every drop of cum in my balls belongs to Alienor. I cannot ejaculate unless it’s to infuse her with magic.
Thighs tightening, she twists her face into an expression that borders on pain. Except I know she is on the verge of climaxing.
I lick harder, faster, and twist the fingers inside her channel as she rides my face with abandon. Alienor leans down and grabs handfuls of hair like they’re the reins on a stallion.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries. “I’m going to—”
Whatever she says next is lost in her scream. She spatters my face with warm liquid.
Bloody hell.
I just made Alienor squirt.
She throws herself back, her face contorting. “Oh my god—”
“God cannot help you,” I growl. “But you will pray to me for salvation.”
I pull out the two fingers and slide four into her opening. This time, there is no resistance.
My chest roars with triumph.
Alienor is finally ready.
“Now my soon-to-be mate, it’s time for you to get on my cock.”
ChapterForty-Five
ALIENOR
Breathing hard and fast through my orgasm, I spasm around the Boogie Man’s fingers. No amount of blinking can clear the silver spots dancing before my eyes.
It feels like someone has replaced my blood with lighter fluid and struck a match. Aftershocks make every inch of my body tremble. I have never in my entire life climaxed so hard.
Water sluices over the leathery wings beneath my shins and out toward the nearest lily pad. Somehow, between sitting on the Boogie Man’s face and that explosive climax, we drifted into the middle of the lake.
His deep chuckle snaps me out of my stupor.
My muscles close around his fingers as he slides them out of my pussy, and I want to scream at the loss. But when his words finally drift through my fog of lust, I scramble backward off his face.
He wants me to ride his cock.
He wants me to absorb his magic-infused semen.
The Boogie Man gazes up at me, his green eyes blazing with need. “Can you handle it?”
I nod.