resistance would not do. In slow motion, she trailed her hands down the length of his well-muscled abdomen. His subtle gasp fueled her efforts. She leaned in closer, making sure her nipples touched him as she lowered to her knees.
Tor grabbed her arms, trying to stop her but failing miserably. Deveney slid her hands under his robe and captured his cock. An audible moan escaped his throat as she caressed the solid head and teased the slender slit with her fingertip until it gifted her with a sample of his juices. Though he held her arms tight, she managed to lean just enough to taste his pre-cum from her finger.
“Mmmmm,” she sighed, lifting her hooded gaze to his. “You taste as good as you look.”
Tor shivered as his resolve weakened. Looking down at her, at those scrumptious lips, set the beast inside him on fire. Did she understand the weight of her actions? No. She didn’t. She wasn’t from his world and wouldn’t understand the repercussions.
Fuck her , the words whispered through his head. Fuck her now! He struggled for some form of control. The thrash of his hand through her silky hair tickled his palm. The sight of that glorious mouth of hers hovered near the head of his cock drained his brain of rational thought.
Both her hands worked his shaft with a magical touch. When the tip of her tongue licked a drop of pre-cum from the slender slit, his knees nearly buckled. Heat sizzled from that simple touch straight through his cock and up his spine to arrow into his heart. This wasn’t right, he had to stop her. She wasn’t of his world. She wanted to go home. It took tremendous effort to muddle through the sexual fog in his brain. Though she led him by his cock toward the bed, he waged an inner battle against the raging desire to mate. At the foot of the bed, he forced himself to halt.
“Deveney, we can’t do this,” he panted, desperately grappling for at least a smidgeon of control. Inside his head, his inner beast growled. Her rich, womanly scent saturated his hypersensitive animal senses.
If he didn’t trample the rise of the beast, the natural instinct to mate would rule. He took a deep breath and steeled his spine. He had to find some way to end this before it went too far. But had it already? His heart pounded and his chest tightened at her next words and movements.
“Yes, we can,” she teased as she scooted onto the bed and released the strange item from around her chest, freeing her breasts. Then she slowly wiggled out of the clothing covering her sex.
When she tossed them at his face, he caught them and made the mistake of inhaling the primal musky scent of her arousal from the delicate pink cloth. The sight of her naked on his bed switched the beast inside him into full sexual prowl. He wanted a mate, he wanted to mate, and he wanted it now. Deveney’s scent implied a ripe and ready mate lay willing before him. What stopped him?
He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. He’d made a promise not to be the same as his father. The people came first. The needs of his people must come before his personal needs. The silent mantra flashed in his head. The beast roared. His heart pounded furiously to the point he thought it would burst.
Tor struggled to rein in his overwhelming desire for the pink flesh spread wide before him by thinking of those who hovered on the eve of turning into their inner beast forever. There were others closer to transforming into Proprius Bestia than he. It wasn’t right that he mate before them.
Could this desire be controlled and she sacrificed to another? He couldn’t stop the stupid question from spearing his brain even though he knew the truth. The magic controlled the mating, nothing else. What if she stayed? Could the magic be contorted and the mating forced between her and someone else with the use of a potion? He grappled at thin ideas as he tried desperately to lasso his inner beast and staunch his desires.
The questions burned in his brain,
Tor grabbed her arms, trying to stop her but failing miserably. Deveney slid her hands under his robe and captured his cock. An audible moan escaped his throat as she caressed the solid head and teased the slender slit with her fingertip until it gifted her with a sample of his juices. Though he held her arms tight, she managed to lean just enough to taste his pre-cum from her finger.
“Mmmmm,” she sighed, lifting her hooded gaze to his. “You taste as good as you look.”
Tor shivered as his resolve weakened. Looking down at her, at those scrumptious lips, set the beast inside him on fire. Did she understand the weight of her actions? No. She didn’t. She wasn’t from his world and wouldn’t understand the repercussions.
Fuck her , the words whispered through his head. Fuck her now! He struggled for some form of control. The thrash of his hand through her silky hair tickled his palm. The sight of that glorious mouth of hers hovered near the head of his cock drained his brain of rational thought.
Both her hands worked his shaft with a magical touch. When the tip of her tongue licked a drop of pre-cum from the slender slit, his knees nearly buckled. Heat sizzled from that simple touch straight through his cock and up his spine to arrow into his heart. This wasn’t right, he had to stop her. She wasn’t of his world. She wanted to go home. It took tremendous effort to muddle through the sexual fog in his brain. Though she led him by his cock toward the bed, he waged an inner battle against the raging desire to mate. At the foot of the bed, he forced himself to halt.
“Deveney, we can’t do this,” he panted, desperately grappling for at least a smidgeon of control. Inside his head, his inner beast growled. Her rich, womanly scent saturated his hypersensitive animal senses.
If he didn’t trample the rise of the beast, the natural instinct to mate would rule. He took a deep breath and steeled his spine. He had to find some way to end this before it went too far. But had it already? His heart pounded and his chest tightened at her next words and movements.
“Yes, we can,” she teased as she scooted onto the bed and released the strange item from around her chest, freeing her breasts. Then she slowly wiggled out of the clothing covering her sex.
When she tossed them at his face, he caught them and made the mistake of inhaling the primal musky scent of her arousal from the delicate pink cloth. The sight of her naked on his bed switched the beast inside him into full sexual prowl. He wanted a mate, he wanted to mate, and he wanted it now. Deveney’s scent implied a ripe and ready mate lay willing before him. What stopped him?
He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. He’d made a promise not to be the same as his father. The people came first. The needs of his people must come before his personal needs. The silent mantra flashed in his head. The beast roared. His heart pounded furiously to the point he thought it would burst.
Tor struggled to rein in his overwhelming desire for the pink flesh spread wide before him by thinking of those who hovered on the eve of turning into their inner beast forever. There were others closer to transforming into Proprius Bestia than he. It wasn’t right that he mate before them.
Could this desire be controlled and she sacrificed to another? He couldn’t stop the stupid question from spearing his brain even though he knew the truth. The magic controlled the mating, nothing else. What if she stayed? Could the magic be contorted and the mating forced between her and someone else with the use of a potion? He grappled at thin ideas as he tried desperately to lasso his inner beast and staunch his desires.
The questions burned in his brain,
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