Just as I think I can’t take it anymore, his mouth finds my warm wet arousal.
I gasp as his tongue languishes my folds and then slips up to find my partially hidden clit. He laps and swirls his tongue around it slow but firm.
“Ahh, Merc,” I moan and arch my back against the bed. His claws dig into the bottoms of my thighs, almost my ass, and I press down against them harder. Enjoying the feeling of the sting of pain.
Every single part of me is singing with need and pleasure as he eats me out. I rock my hips against his face, grinding harder and faster to urge him on, and this time instead of making me wait, he goes along with it.
He groans into my pussy, sending vibrations all throughout my clit and walls. I gasp in pleasure and grip the bedding tighter.
The sound of wet sucking only turns me on more. He’s practically writing his name on my clit with his tongue, both of the tips slipping against either side and creating the perfect space for that sensitive little nub.
I reach down and grab one of his horns, at first, I worry that it’ll hurt him, but he only starts to lick and suck even more voraciously.
It all happens so suddenly, I can hardly prepare myself for it. The build up of desire and tensing muscles. It’s not fast, no, it takes me a while to get there, and Merc keeps working me until I’m shaking. Because once I am, I orgasm so hard that my entire body goes rigid and I can’t breathe, much less moan or make a sound.
My thighs squeeze his head, and I grind against his mouth in several hard bucks of my hips until I can’t move anymore.
Then my body relaxes.
I can’t even lift my head to look at Mercurius. So, I’m glad when he climbs onto my body, straddling one of my thighs and looking at me. His mouth and chin all wet.
“You taste…divine…my…” he cuts off his words, swallows hard, and then leans down and kisses me. As he does so, he grinds against my thigh rough and needily.
I let him, pushing my thigh against his warm wet pussy as much as I can in my tired state.
I kiss him back passionately, tasting myself in and on his mouth. The lingering blood, and the slick of my arousal.
“Ahh…fuck…” he moans into my mouth and then switches to bury his face against my neck. I realize why.
I bend my knee and press my thigh against his aching center even more firmly, allowing him to grind and hump me with more vigor.
“That’s it,” I whisper dizzily.
I feel his enlarged clit against the skin of my thigh and it makes my body tingle with another hint of my own arousal.
Listening to him moan and whimper is one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard in my entire life. I grip his back tightly andstart to rock aback against him, giving him even more friction to work with.
“Oh fuck, fuck…Fel…” he says just before he bites down into my neck. Not hard enough to drink my blood again, but enough to make me gasp and toss my head back in equal measures of pain and pleasure.
“Come for me…Merc,” I whisper dizzily. I’ve never done this before. Not like this. All my experience with sex has been…beyond entertaining to say the least. So, this? This is like an out of body experience. I can’t believe it’s happening, and I almost never want it to stop. But I want Mercurius to feel good.
“Please, please, please,” Merc growls into my throat as he starts to tremble and his grinding hips become more reckless.
I feel his arousal dripping down my thigh. I feel how badly he wants it. Throbbing, pulsing, need.
Finally, he comes. He comes like a wave. His back arching, his thighs squeezing, and his breath wafting out against my neck and shoulder.
He trembles in my arms for a long moment before he finally relaxes.
The room is moist, and my hairline sweaty, dripping down my neck to my breasts.
I brush my fingers along his skin, admiring the color, admiring him.
“Felicity,” he whispers. He seems so much softer in this moment.
I look into his eyes as he tilts his head up.
“Yes, Mercurius?” I ask him in return.