She laughs uncontrollably, and I struggle to see just what’s so damn humorous about anything that’s happening.
“Ilian, for the last time, you could never hurt me. We’re connected, right? My pain is your pain.
You know what I’m enjoying and what I’m not. I like it when you don’t handle me like a piece of glass. Yes, you’re big, but I know you’re not going to break me, so please…please.”
“Please what?”
“Use me.”
With this, I let the beast inside of me take over. A feral snarl thunders from my chest as I shred my mate’s panties into tiny scraps.
Then I plunge my tongue deep into her pussy, curling it just how I know she likes while Zhuliya writhes in ecstasy.
I undulate up and down so that the bumps on my tongue graze against her delicate walls while reaching around the front of her and circling her hidden spot with the top of my claw.
The tip of my bony snout wedges in the crevice of her ass, and she wiggles as she wants me to go deeper, and a thought occurs to me.
Twisting my tongue savagely, I wrench an orgasm from my mate that she didn’t even realize was waiting.
Her scream is loud enough to be heard across the Siberian tundra, and I hope the sound of the train muffles it.
Zhuliya rests on her elbows, panting, but I give her no reprieve. Slapping her ass, I lift her back up with another tug on her hair.
“Touch yourself how we both like—I want to try something.”
She bites her rosy bottom lip before slipping a hand back, the bones of her ink disappearing into her pussy as she fingers herself.
“Fuck,” I mutter, wondering if I’ll get used to the sight of my mate doing this.
Barely hanging on, I push the white, hard tip of my stoyuk into the dainty, puckered hole of her ass.
Zhuliya gasps, arching her head back to look at me.
“Is this alright?”
“Yes, yes! Please don’t stop.”
It’s all the permission I need to keep pressing forward. I lave some of the slick moisture from between her legs around my stoyuk, helping me to ease into her.
By now, Zhuliya’s fingers are a sloppy mess of movements as she chases another release. Just as she comes again, I pop the entirety of my bony head into her ass.
My stoyuk cleaving her in two nearly sends me spilling my seed, but I grit my teeth and power through Zhuliya’s wave of pleasure until she goes limp beneath me.
“Good girl,” I praise, scooping up her collapsed form and pulling out of her ass with a pop. “Now you’re ready.”
“Ready for what?” she rasps in a hoarse voice.
“This.”
I plunge my stoyuk into her sopping pussy. It’s stretched enough from my tongue and her come, that I make it halfway inside.
We both groan, and I arch back to slam back in, going deeper with each stroke until I’m completely seated inside of her.
Once she’s comfortable, I notch the bone spur at the base, on top, of my stoyuk against her ass.
Usually, it hits the hidden nub when she’s riding me, or I’m on top, but in this position, it aligns perfectly with her sweet, little hole.
“May I?”
“Please stop asking permission and make me come again!”
I chuckle, holding still to taunt her some more. Leaning forward, I tuck my larger form over hers and lick at the soft shell of her ear.
“Soyam, I will never stop asking permission.”
Zhuliya turns her head to kiss me. “And I will never stop granting it.”
For a moment, I forget we’re not really mates—that all of this is a mistake and a very bad idea.
My hips snap forward, pushing the spur into her ass as I drive my stoyuk back and forth through the tight grip of her pussy.
Her heat envelopes me, as does her scent, and I rut into her like a savage. But Zhuliya only whimpers harder, her pussy fluttering around me as she comes again.
And again.
Until I can no longer hold back and flood her pink perfection with violent spurts as I explode.
This time when Zhuliya’s legs give out, I follow, crashing to the floor while still connected to my mate.
