"What do you want?" he asks, his gaze wild but his touch gentle as he traces a claw along my naked thighs.
"You."
It’s a simple answer, but it’s the truth. Ilian groans, pushing me back onto the bed before spreading my legs wider.
I know this perfect moment could never be real because Ilian Yaniqu would never let my back touch the bed after a tattoo.
The hard bone of his face is warm to the touch as he nuzzles between my thighs. I hear him inhale deeply, a purring sound coming from his chest before his tongue flicks out.
Even without seeing it, I know it’s extraordinarily long. It rasps over my pussy with a finesse that only exists in dreams, and my eyes roll back in my head.
Ilian coils that clever tongue around my clit, pulsing there with expertise before dipping back inside to taste me.
Instinctively, I clamp my legs together and reach forward to pull him closer. My hands find purchase around his horns.
They’re like smooth handlebars, and I grip them to jerk him forward. Ilian grunts as I thrust his tongue deeper inside of me.
"Be still, my mate."
His growl is a whispered command against my core, but since this is a dream, I do as he says.
My mind stumbles a bit when Ilian swirls his tongue just right, and I stop worrying that I’m becoming too attached to a fantasy.
Right now, there’s nothing but him, me, and this moment.
He snarls as he fucks me harder with his tongue, curling it in a way so that part just outside of me curves upward to hit my clit at the same time.
The way he rolls it sends pleasure coursing through my veins, and I thrash my head from side to side.
“Please, I’m so close.”
To my eternal relief, Ilian doesn’t stop. His tongue works faster, his claws digging into my thighs with the perfect pinch of pain to tip me over the edge.
I arch my back as ripples of ecstasy radiate from my pussy, my clit throbbing with every luxurious pulse.
Instead of gently helping me ride out the waves, Ilian hums, the sound vibrating his tongue both inside and outside of me.
Whether it’s an echo of his contentment or his intent, I’m not sure. Either way, I squirm at the motion, my sensitive clit twinging at the overstimulation.
The man must think I’m begging for more because he vibrates his tongue even harder, and my body locks up.
For a frightening second, I can’t move a muscle. Even my lungs are seized up in my chest as Ilian pins me in place and mercilessly works my clit.
It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before—painful but not. It’s too much sensation, but I can’t get my mouth to function to tell him to stop.
My body grows more rigid, and then, I explode. A silent scream tears from my overtaxed lungs, and only the rush of air escaping my lips can be heard.
I come so hard my mind blanks, and when I finally come back to myself, I’m twitching on top of the bed like I’ve been electrocuted.
The monstrous man who’s stunted my brain function sits back on his haunches, a smile of satisfaction curling up his bony visage.
Collapsing back on the bed, I marvel at how tangible everything feels. No waking orgasm has ever been like that.
Maybe I should just surrender my sexual needs to my subconscious—it seems to know exactly what it’s doing.
In the dimness of the room, Ilian’s eyes glow even brighter, and I push myself to sit back up. My limbs feel like gelatin, but I manage to slip onto the floor before him without turning into a puddle.
He stares at me, his jaw going slack. I tilt my head to the side as I decide what I want to do, completely ignoring his apparent surprise.
After a moment, I push him onto his back, crawling up between his legs to rub my naked body against his massive frame.
His fur is soft and warm against my skin, and for a moment, I just bask in the feel of his heat enveloping me.
“Mmmmm.”
Is this what being a cat feels like?
I lean up, peeking into his eyes before placing a kiss right at the base of his throat where the bone of his skull gives way to the velvety gray flesh of his chest.
Fur wraps around his neck, creating a cape-like effect as I continue to place small pecks here and there.
Eventually, I make my way to his lips. I’ve kissed him a thousand times in my fantasies, but this one feels like the first.
His lips are only a thin, hard line ridged with rows of sharp teeth, but Ilian is endlessly gentle with me.
He cups the back of my head and puckers his mouth as best he can. The kiss is sweet and tender, and I love it—but I want something more.
I snake my tongue out, pressing against one sharp tooth until Ilian opens his mouth. I stroke my tongue inside, shuddering as I trace the coarse bumps on his tongue.
