38. Adelbert

Chapter thirty-eight

Adelbert

"It's magnificent," Florence says with genuine awe in her voice. Her warm breath wafts over my cock as she leans down to study it from all angles, causing it to twitch.

"This too?" I ask no one in particular, staring at the thick branch-like erection and trying to make sense of having a body part that's very much mine yet foreign at the same time.

I run a hand over the warm-brown shaft, feeling it out and… Is that a knot? The texture is similar to my horns but more intricate. Where my horns are rough, my cock is smooth but deeply ridged and furrowed. I can't help but think how good it would look with Florence's arousal dripping between the grooves.

"I don't know how many more surprises I can handle today," I say honestly, and thumb the knot midway down my thicker-than-before shaft.

Thank the fates for that. I guess.

"Baby, I'd really like to put your cock in my mouth. Can I do that?" Florence asks and audibly sucks some drool back.

Deciding to live in the moment and push my worries aside—not like they're going anywhere—I lean back on my elbows and drawl, "This cock belongs to you, Liebling. Show me how much you want it."

Florence wraps first one hand, then the other around my girth. My eyes roll back and a grunt escapes from me as she twists her hands gently around it, exploring the new feel of my cock.

"Your cock is gorgeous. And this knot over here on the front, it's going to hit my G-spot perfectly. And this texture—" Florence leans forward and licks a stripe from the base up to the tip "—it's going to feel so good inside my pussy."

Her words have precum leaking from me and my breathing picks up. I gather her hair into my mage hand again and wrap the length around my fist, not to take control, but purely because I don't want to miss one expression from her. The fact that I can feel her emotions—how turned on she is, how much she's enjoying this, and how much she loves me—makes me feel invincible.

"Ready?" Florence asks seductively and opens wide before enveloping my cock in her warm mouth.

The sensation is incomparable. Her silky tongue massages around the head of my cock and her moans vibrate against it. Florence swirls her tongue and sucks, while applying pressure to my base with one hand and fondling my balls with the other.

This must be nirvana.

My breathing turns ragged and groans and grunts fall from my lips as I try not to buck and force my thick cock down her throat.

Florence bobs her head up and down, taking me deeper with each pass, drool slipping past her stretched lips and into the ridges of my shaft.

The weak grip I have on my control is only going to last so much longer. The need to fuck Florence and claim her with my new cock screams from the deepest part of my basest being.

I'm riding on pure instinct as I lurch up and tear her jeans from her body. I throw Florence onto her back and shove my pants down further before impaling her on my cock in one hard thrust.

I pull her legs open wide and bend her in half until her knees meet her ears, my actions urgent with the need to get my cock as deep into her cunt as possible.

"Hold your knees," I growl with a voice full of gravel, more beastly than I've ever sounded.

Florence obliges, and I'm just conscious enough to check in on her emotions and find her very much enjoying this.

I pin her to the blanket and drive into her in long, hard thrusts, rolling my hips to ensure my knot hits that spot inside her that'll make her scream.

"Don't hold back," Florence pants with ruddy cheeks and wild hair underneath her.

"Feel how good your mate fucks you?" I growl, watching my cock enter her dripping cunt. "This will be the only cock for the rest of your life."

"I'm yours, mate. All yours," Florence moans between crescendoing cries.

The words make me feral.

I collar her neck with my mage hand, and Florence's eyes roll back in her head, her arousal hitting me from all sides and compelling me to keep going.

I rut into her, barely conscious of anything but us coming together in this primal act.

Florence comes with a scream, her cunt gripping my cock, trying to suck it into her body with each spasm around it, triggering my own release.

"My mate!" I roar as I come, exploding into Florence's warm cunt, coating it with my seed as I mark her from the inside.

Claiming her.

Bonding her.

Mating her.

Chest heaving and head spinning from how hard I just came, I loosen my mage fingers around Florence's neck and gently lower her legs onto the blanket to rest on either side of me. Florence stares up at me with a satisfied smile, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she comes down from her climax—a mirror to my own state.

I slowly ease my cock from her cunt, causing our combined releases to trickle out.

It displeases me.

Using my fingers, I gather some of it and try to shove it back.

"Give me a taste," Florence rasps, and my brain registers that she must be hoarse from all the screaming.

I lean over her and offer her my fingers. Florence sticks out her tongue, gaze firmly fixed on my eyes. I slowly push my fingers into her mouth and her eyebrows raise a fraction, daring me to go deeper. I push in further, past the first knuckle, and keep going until she wraps her lips around almost the full length and sucks.

I withdraw my fingers and linger a moment on her lips, tracing the bottom one.

"You taste like oolong tea," Florence whispers, "but there's a hint of something else I can't quite place."

"You'll have to try again," I say huskily, with the image of Florence enjoying the flavor of my cum igniting that feral part in me that I didn't know existed.

I press the same two fingers into Florence's warm cunt and swirl them around, causing Florence to clench and whimper, and I grunt in satisfaction at making my mate so sensitive.

Bringing the fingers back to her mouth, she swallows them clean and gratification blooms around her. We repeat the process, quietly watching each other as she swallows everything down.

When I'm satisfied that she has had enough, I can't resist any longer and pull her into my arms, kissing her until we're both breathless and the taste of myself has transferred to me.

"That would be oak tea mixed with the oolong," I say and lean my forehead against hers.

"Oak?" Florence asks, fingers toying with my hands, lacing our fingers.

I nod against her.

"Based on overwhelming evidence, I'd venture to say that I'm a kind of woodland elf especially connected to oaks."

Florence leans back and looks up at my face, my horns, then at the trunk of the oak tree behind her.

"That makes a lot of sense."

"Now, let's get you clothed before I go feral again. You have no idea how my sanity is hanging by a thread when you're looking so tempting."

Florence shimmies her shoulders, making her tits jiggle in a way that has me reaching forward, but she quickly grabs her sweater and slips it over her head, following it with a wink.