Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 540(@250wpm)___ 450(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 540(@250wpm)___ 450(@300wpm)
He stares down at me. “You’re asking for my knot?”
“Absolutely. If it feels good for you, I want to do it.” Then I hesitate. “Does this mean you’re going to get me pregnant? Because I want to be with you, but not if it costs me my chance to be in the guild.”
He touches his neck, where a tiny bead is on a chain. “I’m wearing the male version of a Prellian pause bead. It stops me from getting you pregnant.”
One less thing to worry about. “Then I absolutely want to be knotted.”
Raptor watches me with an unreadable expression, and then he buries his face against my neck again, one of his horns swiping dangerously close to my face. “If you’re manipulating me, Gwenna…you’re going to break me. You know that, right?”
I trail my hand along his strange cheek, then up to his horns and along one fuzzy, floppy ear. “All I want is to pleasure you the way you deserve to be pleasured.”
He groans again, and then tugs at my tunic. “Take this off. I want to see your gorgeous tits out. I want to see them bouncing when I’m fucking you.”
I sit up as he leans back, pulling his clothing off with self-assured movements. I want to watch him…but I want to be naked before he changes his mind. Off goes my tunic, followed by the old, tattered corset that I’ve been wearing under my uniform to keep my breasts in place. It digs into my skin, but there are always other priorities when it comes to spending money, like sending it home to my mother, who never has enough to make ends meet.
Raptor’s gaze feasts on my naked body as I sit on the bed, waiting. He pulls off his pants, and then his big, deep pink cock is revealed to my hungry gaze. Just as I remember, his knot is a violently purple shade, so taut it looks painful, and there’s a thick vein traversing the underside of his shaft that just begs to be licked. The head of him is slick with seed, and it’s clear I’m not the only one who’s ridiculously turned on.
“You’re small and I’m large, so we’re going to have to do a bit of maneuvering to make this work, little bantam.” He stands at the edge of the bed and then pulls me down toward him. He’s tall, however, and the bed is made for humans, and we still don’t line up properly. He growls with frustration. “When we graduate, we’re getting a Taurian-sized bed.”
I bite my lip to keep from laughing at his annoyed expression. “Or we start sneaking off to Taurian inns instead.”
“Good idea for the interim,” he agrees, and then twirls a finger. “On your hands and knees, please, my sweet bird.”
“Ugh, I don’t know if I like that nickname,” I tell him, but I do as he asks, getting on hands and knees. I present my arse to him, giving it a wiggle. “This better?”
“Mmm, the view is lovely,” he agrees, his hand skimming over my backside and then teasing between my thighs again. “I don’t get to watch your pretty tits, but I’ll just have to play with them instead.”
He leans forward, pressing his cock against my slick cunt, and drags it through my folds. I moan, remembering how good he’d felt before. How has it been so long since we’ve had sex? Obviously, we need to remedy this, and fast. His other hand goes to my breast, and he teases its heavy weight, finding the tip and toying with it.
“They’re not sensitive,” I tell him. “You can be a little rougher.”
He immediately pinches the tip, and it sends a lightning bolt of heat straight through my body. I bite back another squeal, holding still as he drags his cock against my pussy again.
“Like that?”
“Gods, yes.”
“I love how you know just what you like.” He slides his cock along my pussy again, then teases the head at my entrance.
I whimper and back up against him, hungry for more. “Please.”
“I should be testing you right now,” he says, voice hoarse. Slowly, he breaches my body with his thick cock. “But I’m trusting you, Gwenna.”
I know he is. I can’t say that he’s right to do so, because I don’t know how he’ll feel about the truth. I just moan and push back against him, trying to take him deeper. “I’m yours.”
He pushes in, and it’s the most overwhelming, most glorious sensation in the world. There’s no feeling quite like being breached by a thick cock, and Raptor’s is thicker than most. It takes my breath away in the best sense and sends tingles of pleasure all through my body.
“I’m going to go slow,” he reassures me in a low voice, one hand on the small of my back. His hand is so big that he makes me feel dainty just with that small touch. “Got to stretch you. By the gods, you feel mucking delicious, though.”