My thighs clench and the waning desire from before comes rushing back in a flood of need.

Biting my lip, I glance up into Ilian’s fiery pink gaze. “Shall we summon ourselves a dirty deity?”

He smirks, reaching to cup my face. Our lips meet—his, bony yet pliant while mine are soft and demanding.

I’m ravenous for his touch, and quickly forget that we’re only doing this to appease a goddess so that our mating bond can be broken.

Ilian pulls me into his lap as he curls his tongue around mine, and I moan when the bumps caress me.

With his other hand, he scoops under where I grind my hips and frees his hard length from his pants.

“Do you want me to come all over your beautiful face again while we both lick my stoyuk?"

My body flushes, and all I can do is nod as I shimmy down the front of his body until his cock bumps under my chin.

I tuck it to my chest, running my lips over the rigid tip of his stoyuk. Even though the smooth head is made of bone, Ilian must feel every touch by the way he twitches and groans.

For a moment, I lose myself in the taste and touch of his cock, exploring all the dips and curves that make those fantasy toys seem sad in contrast.

They could never compare to the reality—the perfection—of the man beneath me.

Ilian grabs a fistful of my hair, halting my oral study of him as he sits up. The muscles of his abs bunch up the closer he leans forward, and my eyes widen at how far he can bend.

Without breaking eye contact, Ilian sticks out his tongue, and gravity yanks the heavy, textured length of it down to his cock.

I’ve felt it inside my pussy, but seeing the dexterous appendage wrap completely around the tip of his stoyuk takes my imagination to new heights.

In rapt fascination, I watch Ilian lap at the underside, where the deepest grooves sit before smoothing out near the base.

Unable to sit still anymore, I join him, my own tongue testing the sharpness of the bony spikes that jut out near the bottom of his cock.

Together, we work in tandem until the long tip of his tongue touches against mine. I jolt at the connection, staring up at Ilian in wonder.

He gives me a small grin and then begins to stroke his stoyuk as if he were using his hand.

The sight mesmerizes me, and I adjust my position to lave at his bone-white head before taking him in my mouth.

His tongue brushes the underside of my chin when I go down and he comes up, heightening both our senses.

My whole body buzzes, and I grow restless with need. Faster and faster I move, Ilian matching my speed until his body tenses.

And then he explodes.

He coats my face and his tongue in thick ropes of cum that I lap up and swallow while he shakes.

After a moment, Ilian unclenches from his hunched position, his tongue going lax as he leans back.

A whimper escapes me when he tastes himself and growls. He smacks his lips together, savoring the flavor that lingers in my own mouth.

“Tastes good, hmm?”

Ilian shrugs. “Not as good as you taste.”

For some reason, his words make me think of him coming deep inside my pussy and then scooping it out for me to try, both of our essences mixing together.

“Come here, you.”

The Ithaqua tugs me back up over his body until I’m draped across him like a blanket. He kisses me again, cupping my ass as I shift to rub against him.

“Take off your clothes, soyam. I want to see your gorgeous body.”

I sit up, stretching my arms above my head as I peel off the many layers I have to keep me warm.

When I’m topless, I pause, and Ilian stares, his glowing gaze all but sparking with electricity at the nude expanse of skin before him.

He palms one breast and then another, his claw carefully flicking the tight bud of my nipples as need ripples through me.

“Remove everything else before I destroy your pants.”

Laughing, I push off him to stand, shucking off the rest of my clothes until I’m finally completely naked.

Ilian runs a finger between my legs—a ghost of a promise of what’s to come—before popping it in his mouth.

“Sit down.” I attempt to straddle his stomach, but he stops me, pointing at his face. “No, here.”

Um, yes, sir!

In my excitement, I launch myself a little too fast at the man and trip over my own feet. Instead of a mouthful of pussy, Ilian gets a faceful of boob, but that doesn’t deter him.

He sucks and licks at the sensitive mounds until I wiggle away to move until my center hovers over his skull.

“Like this?”

Instead of answering me, Ilian grips my hips and yanks me down at the same time he thrusts his tongue upward.

I scream, the thick length of him pushing me to the brink. Over and over, Ilian takes me to the edge, my pussy clenching around his tongue, but he doesn’t let me come.

“Ilian!” I whine, my hands blindly reaching out to grip his horns.

It reminds me that one is broken, fashioned into a strap-on that’s waiting to be used—and then I detonate.

The Ithaqua makes a muffled sound of approval, rolling his tongue inside of me as I ride out the waves of ecstasy.

Panting, I collapse onto his bony face, and Ilian lifts me off to reposition me at his side. He runs a hand up and down my back as the last of my pleasure drifts away.

“I’m going to miss this,” he murmurs.

“The sex is off the charts.”