13. Milkor

13

MILKOR

A moan pierces the silence, jolting me awake. My eyes snap open, scanning the dimly lit room. Another moan, distinctly feminine, reaches my ears.

Meetha.

My blood boils. Who dares touch what's mine? And in the same fucking room where she just came for me?! I spring from the bed, ready to tear apart whoever has laid hands on her.

"Mmm... Milkor..."

I freeze. Her breathy whisper is coming from the corner. She's... dreaming of me?

I make my way to the direction of the sound. Soft gasps. The unmistakable scent of arousal.

"Oh gods, yes..."

My cock stiffens instantly. The little minx is pleasuring herself. To thoughts of me.

I grin, a mix of pride and lust surging through me. She's mine. All mine.

"Please... harder..."

Fuck. The urge to join her in that corner and fulfill her fantasy nearly overwhelms me. But no. Let her want. Let her need. It'll make the taking all the sweeter.

I return to the bed, her moans a delicious torture. Sleep eludes me now. My hand drifts south, mimicking her actions. With each gasp and whimper my strokes quicken.

"Milkor!"

Her cry of release sends me over the edge. I bite my lip to stifle my own groan as I spill into my hand.

Silence falls. Then, soft footsteps pad towards the bed.

I smirk. Seems my little human isn't satisfied with just her imagination.

The bed dips as Meetha slides in next to me. Her skin radiates heat, still flushed from her self-induced pleasure. I feign sleep, curious to see what she'll do next.

Her fingers trace my chest, leaving trails of fire in their wake. "Milkor," she whispers, "I know you're awake."

I open one eye, meeting her gaze. "Couldn't get enough, little one?"

She bites her lip, a mix of shyness and desire in her eyes. "I... I've never felt like this before."

"Like what?" I prop myself up on an elbow, drinking in the sight of her. Hair tousled, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from biting back moans. Delicious.

"So... hungry." Her hand travels lower, ghosting over my abs. "I can't stop thinking about you. About your hands on me. Your mouth."

I growl, pulling her flush against me. "Be careful what you wish for, human. I might just devour you whole."

She gasps, but there's no fear in her scent. Only arousal, thick and heady. "Promise?"

Fuck. This girl will be the death of me. Or the saving of me. I'm not sure which is more terrifying.

I capture her lips in a searing kiss, swallowing her moan. She responds with a fervor that matches my own, hands roaming, hips grinding against mine.

When we break for air, I can't help but chuckle. "Where'd you learn to kiss like that, little one?"

She grins, a wicked glint in her eye. "I may have... practiced. On some of the boys in town."

Jealousy flares, hot and possessive. I bare my teeth. "Did you now?"

"Mhmm." Her fingers dance along my jaw. "But none of them made me feel like this. Like I'm on fire."

I growl, flipping us so she's pinned beneath me. "Is that so?"

She nods, eyes wide and dark with desire. "Please, Milkor. I need you."

Those words shatter the last of my restraint. I claim her mouth again, hands exploring every inch of her soft skin. She arches into my touch, whimpering and gasping.

I kiss my way down her stomach, my hands skimming her sides, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. Her scent is maddening, a heady perfume that makes my mouth water with anticipation.

I reach the apex of her thighs, and she relaxes, parting her legs in silent surrender.

Starting at her inner thighs, I kiss and nip my way closer to her core. Her hands find their way into my hair, her fingers tightening with each passing moment. I can feel the heat radiating from her, the slick evidence of her arousal.

When I finally touch my tongue to her, she cries out, her body jerking as if electrified. I grip her hips, holding her in place as I explore her with my mouth, each lick and suck eliciting a new sound from her lips. Her taste is intoxicating, a sweetness that I can't get enough of.

I tease her entrance with the tip of my tongue, before focusing on the tight bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. Her clit is swollen, aching for release, and I flick it mercilessly, reveling in the way her entire body tenses in response.

"Milkor, I'm... I'm going to..." she stammers, her voice barely recognizable.

I increase my pace, driven by the need to bring her over the edge. Her orgasm hits her like a wave as she cries out my name. I continue to lap at her, drawing out her pleasure until she's limp and spent beneath me.

As her breathing begins to even out, I make my way back up her body, a satisfied grin on my face. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, her cheeks flushed with the afterglow of her release.

"That was..." she starts, her voice trailing off.

"Just the beginning," I finish for her, pressing a kiss to her swollen lips. Her taste still lingers on my tongue, a reminder of the intimacy we've just shared.

Her eyes flicker with a newfound boldness, a spark that ignites a fire within me. Meetha pushes me back against the pillows, her hands splayed across my chest. Her dark hair cascades over her shoulders, her eyes alight with mischief and desire.

"My turn," she purrs, her voice a sultry promise.

I can't help but grin, eager to see what this fiery little human has in store for me. She straddles my hips teasing me with the promise of what's to come.

Her hands trace the contours of my chest, her fingers exploring every ridge and valley of my muscles. I suppress a shudder as she leans down, her lips brushing against my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She nips at my collarbone, her teeth grazing my flesh, and I can't help but groan at the sensation.

Then she wraps her fingers around my length, her grip firm and confident. I buck my hips involuntarily, a growl rumbling deep in my chest. Her touch is electric, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins.

Meetha smirks, clearly pleased with the effect she's having on me. She leans down, her tongue flicking out to taste me, her lips closing around the tip of my cock. I groan, my hands fisting the thin sheet as she takes me deeper into her mouth.

Her movements are slow and deliberate, each bob of her head sending me closer to the edge. She swirls her tongue around my shaft, her eyes locked on mine, gauging my reactions. I can feel the pressure building, my body coiling like a spring, ready to release.

The sight of her, so eager and wanton, is almost too much. My control snaps, the feral part of me taking over. I tangle my fingers in her hair, guiding her movements, setting a pace that drives us both closer to the brink.

Her eyes flick up to meet mine, a silent question in their depths. I nod, a gruff sound of approval escaping my throat. She moans around my cock, the vibrations nearly sending me over the edge.

"Fuck, Meetha," I grit out, my hips thrusting up to meet her strokes. "You're going to be the death of me, little one."

Her only response is to double down, to suck and lick with even more fervor. The sensation is exquisite, her mouth a hot, wet haven that I never want to leave.

I feel the telltale tingle at the base of my spine, the tightening in my balls. "I'm going to come," I warn her, giving her the chance to pull away if she wants to.

But she doesn't. Instead, she looks up at me, her eyes wide and full of determination. She wants this. Wants all of me.

The realization sends me hurtling over the edge. With a guttural roar, I come, pulsing jet after jet of hot seed into her waiting mouth. She swallows it all, her eyes never leaving mine, even as she struggles to keep up with the force of my release.

When I finally stop shuddering, she releases me with a soft pop, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. She crawls up my body, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest.

"Did that meet your expectations, demon?" she teases, her voice husky from exertion.

I chuckle, pulling her close so that her head rests on my chest. "And then some, human."

We lay there in silence, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts beating in sync. The bond between us is undeniable, a tangible thing that wraps around us like a cocoon.

Meetha's fingers continue their exploration of my chest, her touch light and soothing. I can feel the exhaustion creeping in, the events of the day finally catching up with me.

"Stay with me," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. I'm not sure if I'm asking her to stay in this room, or in my life. Either way, the answer is the same.

She tilts her head up to look at me, her dark eyes shining with a resolve that takes my breath away. "I told you I'm keeping you," she promises, sealing her vow with a soft, lingering kiss.