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.”
He smirks. “It is, but I was talking about holding you—funny how perfectly you fit despite being so small.”
My breath catches, and tears prick my eyes at his poignancy. All I can do is nod because I’ll miss it, too.
“Don’t cry, soyam. I didn’t mean to make you sad.”
“It’s ok.”
“Let me make it up to you.”
“How?”
“With more orgasms.”
My body tingles in remembrance of all the past pleasure he’s brought me. “How can I turn down that—but wasn’t I promised living out one of my fantasies first?”
Ilian strokes the spike that angles out of his jaw.
“I don’t see why the two shouldn’t be mutually exclusive.”
