Chapter 18

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

For this attempt, I sprawled on top her bed, one arm up, so she could ‘see’ where she was aiming.

It didn’t help that she was incredibly close to me though—leaning forward, and repetitively moving her head, maybe to refocus her version of computer-based vision, I wasn’t sure—all I knew was that every time she twitched her hair brushed my extraordinarily erect penis.

It wasn’t even worth trying to hide it.

She moved, my dick bounced against her ear, and I bit back a moan. “Just ignore him,” I told her.

She looked up at me. “It’s kind of hard.”

“That’s what she said,” I muttered.

She groaned. “I’m holding a needle,” she complained, making another stitch. “Don’t make me laugh.”

“Fine, fine.”

“It’s bad enough I feel like I’m about to be attacked by an alligator,” she said, waving her free hand toward it.

“How do you think that I feel?” I told her, and she snorted at that. Then she brought her fingers together to tie off the sutures—and bowed down to snip the thread with her teeth.

It was so unexpectedly animalistic—and her mouth so close to my skin—that my dick, already achingly taut, somehow found more blood from somewhere else to furiously pump in.

“Finished,” she said, sitting up on her heels, and leaning over to put the needle safely on her nightstand.

I couldn’t imagine leaving her side. Not after seeing her in danger earlier today—or watching— and feeling!— the way she’d just carefully taken care of me.

“Do we have to be?” I asked her, my voice low and quiet. She licked her lips, and then made a thoughtful sound.

“How exactly do you see this thing working?” she asked.

I managed not to say everything that flew into my mind. I mean, preferably, we date for awhile, have fun, then get married, I knock you up, and we spend the rest of our lives chasing little Picassos.

“You’re at least twice as big as the biggest person I’d ever had in me.”

“Ohhhhhh,” I said, rocking back, realizing that instead of thinking about our future together, the woman I loved had been doing dick-math.

I could still work with that, however.

“I know I’m big—in all dimensions. But, that doesn’t mean I’m clumsy?—”

“I didn’t mean that at all?—”

“Let me go on. You’re not the first girl I’ve had this conversation with, you know?”

“But the first human?” she checked again, like it mattered to her.

“Yeah. For sure.” I pushed myself up on both my elbows. “Although I’m afraid the easiest way to do this thing, while we’re still figuring it out, isn’t terribly exciting.”

Satin tittered, and covered her mouth with her hand. “I’m about to get fucked by someone with a dick almost as long as my arm, Ace. If that doesn’t qualify, I don’t know what would.”

I snorted. “Yeah, yeah, okay,” I said, pushing myself all the way up. “First, let’s get you out of this thing,” I said, putting my hands on the tie of her shirt. It still had my bloodstain on it—but she could wear my DNA any time. I undid it, and then carefully tugged it off of her.

“These next,” I said, reaching for her pants. Her hands met mine and helped me, but I wouldn’t let her push mine back—now that I had permission, I wanted to feel her skin.

She rose up on her knees, sliding down her pants, while my mouth reached for her breast, and my hands groped her ass.

She purred a little, rocking into me. “That’s nice,” she said.

“Getting rid of this,” I stated, pulling her thong away from her skin, and tearing it in half.

“What? Ace!” she protested. “That’s Agent Provocateur!”

“I’ll buy you more,” I promised, and she laughed.

“You don’t even know how much they cost! And—” she said, pausing, her eyelids blinking down over her dully gleaming orbs. “You never asked me how much I would be paying you.”

It was my turn to kneel beside her on her bed now. I pushed her back, then reached for her pants, tugging them off the rest of the way, before I returned to hover my lips above her hips, pushing her thighs wide for me.

“Because I never cared,” I said simply, before I lay between her legs and feasted.

Her hands knew the drill—they went for my horns at once. I was transported by her claiming me, and I couldn’t have told you precisely what I did next under torture—if I sucked on her clit till she screamed, or let her ride on my muzzle, filling my nose with her scent, while my tongue writhed inside her, as she pushed my horns away, or brought them nearer, making me fuck her with my face—all I knew was that she was now my everything.

“Oh God—oh God—oh God—” she panted, her toes digging into the shaggier fur on my back, her knees squeezing my ears. “Ace—Ace—Accccceeeeeee!” she howled, her hips throbbing against me for what felt like minutes, before finally relaxing.

“Oh my God,” she said again, as I finally rose up.

“Is that so?” I teased her, reaching down to rub her clit with a lazy thumb.

“Yeah,” she breathed, looking up.

She was sweaty now, her hair was disheveled, and she smelled like me. I loved that her breasts had enough weight to them to make her nipples point a little diagonally, and while I was contemplating their perfection, I watched her slowly blush.

“It’s time, isn’t it,” she asked.

“Now or never,” I said, finally unlatching the buckle of my kilt. I tossed the leather skirt aside, and instantly my dick was slung between us.

She reached tentative fingers toward it, and I shivered when she touched me. I’d been hard the whole time I’d been eating her out—it was a miracle I had any blood pressure at all.

“It’s so big, Ace,” she whispered quietly—not a compliment, but a comment on logistics.

“I know. But if it doesn’t fit at all, we’ll do something else. I promise.”

I knew, on a bone deep level, emotionally, spiritually, metaphysically, that she and I were meant to be together.

And if that meant getting my jizz inside her with a turkey baster, well fuck, I still would.

“Put me where you want me, Satin,” I said, bringing my body over hers. My head was above her breasts, like my dick needed to have a running head start.

She tossed her legs around my chest again. “Okay,” she said, then pushed the head of my cock down, where it could rub against her entrance, piercing free.

I’d never felt anything so right before, in my entire life. She was soft, she was warm, and I knew she was meant for me.

She stroked me back and forth, rubbing herself up and down, before she notched me.

“Go slow?” she asked.

“Of course,” I swore, gently pressing.

If I hadn’t spent almost an hour getting her used to me, I might’ve not had such good luck, but as it was, her pussy stretched for me, like a welcoming flower.

“Fucccccckkk,” she moaned, as my head made it in.

“Yeah,” I agreed, taking minute thrusts, not trying to gain ground, just relishing the long-awaited friction. I felt the thick, blunt head of my cock rubbing against her walls, and I couldn’t wait to make her come again—to feel her squeeze me this time, and not my tongue. “Deeper?” I asked her.

She nodded quickly. “But—carefully.”

“Of course,” I said again. I pressed in a little further—and then a little further past that, till she squeaked and winced. “Uh—uh—uh—uh—uh—uh,” I said, pulling quickly back.

“I think that’s all I can take, Ace,” she said looking sad.

“Never apologize. Never apologize for anything again.” I reached down between us to cuff my own dick with a hand, so I would know not to go any further. I’d get a piercing there later to mark it, if I had to. “Was it good before that?”

She gave a short laugh. “Do you have to ask?”

“No. But—I like reassurance, too.”

“Yeah?” she said, reaching down to loop one of my horns. “You want to hear how bad I need to bang you?”

I lifted my lips at her in a tease. “Not if you’re going to call it that.”

She laughed for real right after. “Fuck you, Ace—and? Fuck me.”

“Roger that,” I said, pushing my dick back inside her up to where her limit was.

I gave her a couple strokes, then I twisted my hand so that every time I thrust, I rubbed her clit with my thumb. “Mmmmmmm,” she purred, bringing her free hand up to play with a breast.

I sent my long tongue up to lick at her other one, tasting the sweat that’d accumulated beneath it so far.

“That’s unfair,” she complained, without malice, before kicking off of my back, to arch her hips up.

“Yeah?” I asked her. “No, Satin—what’s unfair is how I sneakily made you come five different times, just so you’d be ready to take my cock.”

She pretended to pout down at me. “Did it work?” she asked, with feigned breathless innocence.

“You tell me,” I asked her, grunting, as I slid the length of me I was allowed inside her in again. There was a heated moment between us, while our bodies connected, over and over, me taking my fill of what I could get of her, and her with her metal-eyes half-lidded.

“I wanna come inside you, Satin. Are you on protection?”

That roused her from her pre-orgasm stupor. “Uh—no—I haven’t needed any in years.”

Fuck me , I thought, and groaned.

“But—” she began, before I could stop her.

“Nah,” I said, brushing her off. “You don’t understand how satyr cum works.”

“Well—I want to!” she protested—like someone used to getting her own way.

“I want that too—but let’s get you off again, first?—”

“Ace,” she complained, with a real pout this time, but I shoved myself inside of her to interrupt her, and stayed there, keeping her maximally stretched, rubbing my thumb against her clit and working her wet folds with the fingers on my hand.

“What was that?” I teased her for her sudden silence. “Is it hard to talk, when you’re full of me?”

And then I bent my head down, moving my thumb, so I could lick her clit with my long tongue, and she screamed.

“Oh my God—how the—” she started, but fell quickly into moans.

Her hands found my horns again quickly—and that was the only thing I needed. My hips started fluttering forward, giving her the six fat inches she could take over and over, while her pussy’s juices drenched me like a fountain.

I pulled up, while keeping my head bowed, seeing the space where we met, where I was sinking into her, pulling all the way out before plunging back in as far as I was allowed

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” I said, burying my tongue against her again. She was getting closer, I could smell it. “You taste so good,” I said, coming up, licking her juices off the fur of my chin. Inside, her pussy was swollen now, her walls thick from all the friction I’d given them, holding me hard—and she’d started whining, like she needed something that she couldn’t quite say. “And someday, Satin,” I growled at her, “I’m gonna cum in you, and make you hold it in.”

That was all it took—she shrieked and started trembling all over, bucking forward wildly, her hips working against mine, and fuuuuuuuuckkkk—I stayed in her for as long as I dared, because everything that was in me wanted to feel it—before I ripped myself out of her, straddling her quickly, my hooves digging into her bed as I stroked myself hard.

Then my orgasm took me, and I was shooting out, spurting myself over her, all the cum I’d been storing up to give her my mate from me jetting out of me onto her milky white skin.

I’d never come so hard in my life—and I hadn’t even been inside her.

God help me when I was.

I bent over her when I was finished, panting. “Do you need a life preserver?” I asked. She was some mixture of content, but also astonished—then she ran a finger over her chest to put it in her mouth and lick the cum off of it like icing—and I felt all the blood in my body, sinking once again.

“No,” she said, before giggling. “But next time I might take a tarp,” she said, and it was my turn to laugh.

“We’re heading to the shower,” I said, scooping her up inside my arms to take her there. “And tell me where you keep clean sheets.”