“I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I want you. Athos, I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone before. Please.”
He lifted me up, setting me on the table. Because his table was much higher than a human one, built for his height, I was elevated far off the ground. It brought me so that my knees were near the bottom of his stomach.
He leaned in, and his mouth found mine. The kiss was hot and steamy. My nerves were already on fire, and it took little coaxing for me to open my lips against his. His tongue slid inside, jarring me with intense, startling pleasure.
His kiss was like a breath of fresh air, but it wasn’t enough. His hands moved to my bra, quickly removing it. I groaned at the touch, already so painfully aroused that just about every motion set me off.
He knelt on the floor in front of me. Hooking his thumbs through the thin band of my underwear, he slid it gracefully down my long legs. He took his time, letting his hands brush my hot skin, while I held my breath.
Luckily, he didn’t make me wait long. His head dived between my legs, lapping my wet slit eagerly. I laid back on the table and smiled, happy to get the release that I so desperately needed.
My pussy flooded his tongue, as he worked between my folds. For a few minutes, he ignored my swollen clit, teasing me just enough to build me up a little further. I writhed on the table, urging him on. He began to hit my clit directly every now and then, offering me a bit more stimulation without sending me over the edge too fast.
Every time he did it, I gasped with delight. Soon, he began to target his motions to maximize my pleasure. I was at a boiling point, and he seemed to sense it. He no longer denied me, but fully offered the satisfaction I was seeking.
I moaned and squirmed, feeling my walls begin to tighten with the pressure. A prickly heat at the base of my neck began to spread down my back and chest. I closed my eyes, letting the most delicious feelings wash over me. Everything went black behind my eyes, and then orange starbursts swirled in my vision as my climax tore through me.
He didn’t stop there. With his hands and his mouth, he worked me promptly back up into a frenzy. I came several more times, each time feeling better than the last.
But there was still a burning emptiness in my belly, and I felt like I might go crazy if I didn’t sate it soon. I was exhausted, but there was only one thing that could put that fire out.
I wanted his cock inside me. I wanted it to fill me, to stretch my walls. I wanted to come one more time as I clenched around his shaft.
“Please,” I gasped.
He stopped what he was doing, lifting his head. “You’re not ready,” he said. “It will be too painful.”
“I can take it,” I objected. “Look at me. How can you tell me that tea isn’t working?”
He shook his head. “It’s working, but your body isn’t done changing. It isn’t time yet. But there’s a way to speed up the process.”
“What’s that?” I asked breathlessly, sitting up to look at him.
“If you drink my seed, your body will conform to mine much faster. Then it won’t hurt when I enter you.”
I stared at him incredulously, trying to understand if he was kidding. That didn’t even make sense, did it? Was I delirious with passion and unable to understand him? Because that sounded like complete bull to my ears.
Of course, I’d had some concerns about the aphrodisiac, but it had turned out to work exactly as Athos had said. Apparently, there were a lot of wild things that I’d never heard or imagined before.
I began to open my mouth, ready to voice my questions. Instead, I gave up before I even started. I was so hot and bothered, I probably would have done it anyway, so why waste time arguing? He had provided me with plenty of fun, so it didn’t seem all that unreasonable to say it was his turn. If it happened to speed up the power of the tea, that would just be a bonus.
“Okay. Help me down,” I said, glancing at the long distance to the floor. He stood up, holding out his arms, and gently lifted me off the table.
On the floor, I knelt underneath him. Then I grinned, quickly realizing that the positions were going to be a bit unusual. There was going to be a learning curve, since neither of us had done this before. I raised myself up, sort of squatting on my haunches, so that I could reach his cock.
Sticking out my tongue, I ran it up and down the sides of the shaft. He moaned as the warmth from my mouth coated him. When it was slick, I tried to take the head in my mouth.
Because of his size, there was no way that I was going to swallow the whole thing. At first, I tried taking it as deep as I could, gagging often. Then I had a better idea. I wrapped both hands around it, one on top of the other. With my mouth over the top of his cock, I worked my hands and mouth together. This way, I could stimulate his entire cock.
It took a few minutes to get into a good rhythm, but soon I was sucking him off in a nice, steady flow. I would stop every so often to lap the sides of his length, keeping it lubricated, before jerking him off again.
His cock twitched and jumped in my hands. I could feel it pulsing with his seed. From above me, he moaned and grunted, making it clear that he was appreciating my efforts.
I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, watching it glisten with my saliva. Then I swallowed him in my warm mouth again, my hands keeping time as my head bobbed up and down. He was gasping for breath now, which only spurred me on.
I slid up and down faster, determined to make him cum. The engorged head bounced against the back of my mouth, and he groaned loudly.
“Claire, I’m going to finish,” he warned.