His breathy whine gave me a split second's notice before he gripped my ass harder, pulling me an inch lower and sinking his tongue all the way back inside me. He flicked and thrust and swirled with a manic desperation, and all I could do was hold on and remember how to breathe.
This time when my orgasm built, it was slow, and raised tingles and goosebumps all up my body. A hysterical laugh bubbled up the second before it took hold, the pleasure so good it felt unreal, but then all I could do was moan. My toes curled, my back arched, and when my fingers slid off his horns, I was sure I'd fall, but Sang pressed my hips into his face, gripping my ass hard, and ate me ferociously, dragging his tongue all the way out before thrusting back in. I probably wouldn't have noticed if I'd fallen.
"God," I breathed when he unhooked my legs from his horns and lowered me onto his lap.
"That's the other guy," Sang said in a bubbly, happy voice.
I snorted, my eyes slipping shut.
"Tired, sweet human?" he asked, sounding very pleased with himself. A kiss found my cheek, and I sighed, snuggling into his hot chest. "Don't you want to see what else I have for you?"
I cracked an eye open, curiosity driving me. "What is it?"
"Ihadto make you come so much," Sang admitted, almost apologetically.
I leaned up and kissed him. He was an idiot if he was saying sorry for giving me orgasms. They were the best present I'd ever been given. Well, other than the nest. The nest was my favourite thing.
"I'm so big, it could hurt unless you're really wet," he finished, his yellow eyes heavy with expectation.
As ifI'd run screaming. I kissed him again and smiled, a giggle bubbling up with all his venom in my system.
"You think you'll scare me? My big, bad kitty." I leaned up to kiss the tip of his nose, and a bashful expression crossed his face. "Mybig bag kitty," I repeated. "Mine. My mate." The word felt right on my tongue.
I leaned back when he'd stopped looking so guilty, and glanced down, but I was distracted by a tiny Mariachi band of rainbow-coloured gnomes floating around us.
"Woah," I laughed, reaching out to touch one and yanking my finger back when the mini guitarist gave me a disapproving scowl. "Sorry."
"Uh-oh," Sang murmured, kissing my bare shoulder. "I warned you about my venom, sweet human. What do you see?"
"Cute rainbow gnomes with guitars," I replied, giving him a huge beaming grin. Any remaining tension slid from my muscles and I sighed dreamily. "Wow."
As I watched, the tiny gnomes threw their guitars and drums away, tore off their hats, and stripped off their embellished clothes. My eyes widened when they grabbed each other, some bending over so others could fill them with tiny gnome cocks, and others lifting their legs in a position that would hurt all the muscles in my thighs if I tried it, gnome dicks sinking inside them.
I whimpered, my pussy spasming, empty, and gave Sang a pleading look. "The tiny gnomes have rainbow cocks. I want yours."
He nodded, as if that made perfect sense, and kissed me sweetly, framing my face with both his hands. His copper and spice taste made me even needier until I was whining, rolling my hips against his pants.
Sang's arms folded around me and he rolled us until I was beneath him, my eyes fluttering at the heavenly weight he pressed into me, at the growl in the back of his throat. It became louder when he looked at me spread out beneath him. I widened my legs, trying to entice him to give me what I needed,1and he rewarded me with a loud snarl.
"Is this what you want, sweet human?" he asked in a gravelly voice, his expression so tight with need that he looked like a stranger, and that sent a delicious thrill of danger down my spine.
My mouth fell open when he shoved down his pants, baring a thick cock that was covered in strange, tiny, teardrop-shaped nubs. My greedy hands reached for it before my mind had even processed the weirdness, and Sang removed his hand so I could grip him instead.
"Oh! Tickles!" I laughed, the barbs softer than I'd been expecting, made of muscle. As I pumped him in my hand, the strange additions to his cock fluttered in a wave, from the base of his cock to the tip. My mouth fell open.
"Inside me," I demanded, curiosity burning as fiercely as a wildfire. "Now."
"Yes, my mate," Sang agreed huskily, sinking his teeth into his lower lip as I brought his cock to my pussy, only wondering now if he might be too thick to fit. The base washuge. Huger than anything I'd fit inside me before.
"Lay back," he guided, tender and gravelly.
I let go of his cock and laid back on the blankets and cushions, digging out a plushie whose nose poked me in the shoulder. Somehow, even more gnomes had joined the band-turned-orgy, pounding and pummelling each other with their brightly coloured cocks right above me. My hunger grew, the need every bit as powerful as the hazy bliss in my body that made everything feel sogood.
Sang covered my body, pressing me into the furry blankets and stroking up my calves to my thighs with calloused hands.
"I'm going to make you feel so good, my sweet human. This beautiful body was made for me."
"Sang," I gasped when he rubbed the head of his cock over my pussy, making me twitch whenever he touched my clit.