Page 99 of Tempt

He is far too curious, and maybe this is good. Maybe this will distract my body from the urge to rut. Maybe these scars will keep him from asking to see my cocks.

‘I did not obey.’ It is all I can give him. And he seems to accept it because he leans down, his lips connecting with the marks of my shame.

I suck in a breath, my hand curling into his hair, knowing I do not deserve any of this, but unable to tear him away. I let his lips drag across my skin, the sight of him against me, the feel…the scent, is making my slit leak, my cocks hardening within me.

My tail wraps around his upper thigh, the tip of it sliding up through his crease.

He bucks back, lifting his head and meeting my stare, and I realize then that my hand on the sofa cushions has torn into it, leaving a large gash.

He must notice it too because the corner of his lips turns up and he returns to teasing me. Perhaps this is my punishment, I think as he pushes my tunic up further, guiding my knees apart, and finding each and every scar lining my legs, his tongue and lips brushing over each one in a tender caress.

It is almost too much to take, but I have gone through worse.

I can deal with this torture.

But then his thumb presses into my slit, and I feel a roar push up against my throat.

I swallow it down, my hearts thundering in my chest as he brings the wet finger to his lips and sucks it inside. My hand tightens in his hair, the other digging further into the sofa.

I lied. I cannot bear it.

Then he does it again, pushing in further, hitting the tip of one of my cocks and letting out a surprised gasp. My legs widen even as I tell myself to push him away, to put a stop to this.

But I cannot. I am at his will and mercy. He can have me in whatever way he wants if only he’ll forgive me for what I’ve done and what I’ll have to do.

He shifts, his hand pressing against my chest and pushing me back, exposing me even more. My knees fall open, and my tail helps him situate his body between my legs.

Both of his thumbs are on my slit now, pulling it open, his eyes taking it in. I do not know what he thinks, but I can feel amazement pulsing through the bond, curiosity, and then lust.

“Beautiful,” he says with his voice, and my ears flutter right before a shout escapes me.

When his mouth lands on me, his tongue pushing inside, I nearly lose all control. My hand tears at the back of the cushion, trying to keep myself still, but I’m unable to. He’s tasting me, a forbidden thing to do, but it feels so…good.

I let out an unbidden shout, the vibrations rattling the walls, making Luca shiver. I am glad he is Deaf. The sound alone could have hurt a lesser human. And I do not know if I can control another from following.

His hands spread me open further, two fingers pushing inside, much like I do when I need to feel pleasure myself after being so close to my VySytheh, listening to him come, feeling his orgasms rippling through me.

Only this time, Luca is the one working me toward my own release.

It is dangerous, far too close to my rut to be safe, but I cannot stop him. And I do not want to. My cocks extend slightly, and his fingers graze them. He swirls a touch around one tip before moving up, touching the other.

Soon they will be emerging from my body.

I feel him drag his fingers down the base of one and curl around the top, making me arch my head back and let out another loud roar.

Luca’s tongue continues to lap at me and crest the opening of the cockhead. He does not let up, and I do not try to stop him. He continues to torment me until I am nothing but a mindless creature, a wreck of a Vyastil subservient to his human.

The heads are fully exposed now, and I see Luca suck the first one between his lips. My hearts are beating too quickly, and when he moves to the second, I bite down on my bottom lip so hard I taste blood.

He peers up at me as I continue to extend, a slow, almost painful process that has me unwinding. Ruts are never pleasurable, but I fear that with him, if I were to ever go into one with him nearby, it would be the end of me.

I would not survive it. I do not think Vyastil are capable of experiencing something so intense. It was bred out of us. We are not strong enough anymore.

His fingers slip into me, curling around one cock base and stroking as the other twists toward him, desperate for the same attention.

I buck up and wind my hand into his hair, tighter, demanding, wanting to pull him off and push him closer.

He doesn’t let up, continuing to suck and tug with his hands and tongue and mouth until I am writhing beneath him.