I ride that little vibrating pad harder, grinding my way closer to orgasm. A quick glance up at the mirror has me doing a double-take. Kiahn’s horns are there as before, my ass obstructing my view of his face, but, lower, beneath the bulk of my bench, I can see his splayed legs, and how his cock stands proud through his open fly. My eyes hone in on where Kiahn’s big hand wraps around his straining shaft, leisurely stroking up, and down, almost like he’s teasing out his own pleasure as he watches me. Or maybe it’s that he couldn’t help but allow himself this? This touch that his body begged him for.
The thought that Kiahn had to touch himself while watching me only serves to spur me on, so I hitch the vibrations up a notch on the control pad, and moan as the tingling sensation concentrated at my clit spreads wider throughout my body. I groan his name again, listening to the quiet, rhythmic clink, clink, clink of the fastening buckles on my thigh straps as I buck and grind as much as I can, desperately trying to make myself come.
And I can feel it building. The vibrations, the hot breath on my pussy and thighs, being strapped down, the fact that Kiahn is sitting right there, slowly stroking himself as he gets a very up-close-and-personal show.
“Thaaat’s it,” Kiahn coos. “That’s my good girl. Your pretty cunt is going to be so nice, and wet, and relaxed for me once you finish, isn’t it?”
I whimper at his filthy words and buck my hips against my restraints. All the sensations ratcheting up, up, up, until all he has to do is curl his huge, warm hand around one of my thighs and stroke his thumb back and forth across my skin in encouragement. “Come on, that’s it, pretty girl.”
And I’m gone.
The tension snapped inside of me with a strangled squeal. My hips jerk to a stuttering stop as the little padded bump beneath me continues to gently buzz away while I try to catch my breath.
My pulse whooshes in my ears as I try to calm. Someone mutters a soft ‘fuck’, and I’m still so delirious from my orgasm high, I’m not sure if it came from my mouth or Kiahn’s.
His thumb is still slowly sweeping back and forth on the back of my thigh, barely brushing at the seam where my leg curves up to my ass. It’s such a tiny gesture, but I can’t help feel like he means it as ‘a job well done’, like he’s praising me for getting myself off and letting him watch - a notion that only serves to stir me up again.
he’s still back there. I can feel his breath. He’s still staring at my sated pussy. And, just as the high of my orgasm starts to recede, and this whole set up starts to venture into awkward territory, I hear Kiahn’s hoarse request;
“Can I taste it, little female?”
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Chapter 28 - Kiahn
As soon as my tongue brushes the heated flesh of my Niska’s sweet, sated little cunt, it is like all reason and logic empties from my mind.
Her allowing me to watch her ride the bench to completion was quite frankly, the best gift I have ever received, and I know I’ll be replaying this moment over, and over again in my simulator.
Speaking of my simulator, it is the only place I have ever feasted on a female’s cunt and I have to say, it doesn’t compare to the real thing. My Niska’s taste is unparalleled. She is all summer fruits and evening blooms, she is salt and sweet. She tastes like fucking. Like real, actual fucking. Not simulated. She tastes like she trusts me to breed her, like she’s begging for it, even.
The thought has me moaning into her cunt and fisting my cock even faster, and it’s not until I feel my own pleasure reaching to higher spheres of euphoria, that I remind myself that I need to save my seed for Niska.
It is difficult, though. I could so easily spend all over the floor with my tongue buried in her cunt. Or perhaps I could stand at the very last moment, and paint her round backside with my seed. Just absolutely cover her beautiful, golden brown skin in me like a lewd claiming mark.
Getting lost in my thoughts, I find I have to grip the base of my cock and groan to bring myself back to reality. Maybe-…
Maybe she will allow me to do those things another time? I am not above begging for it. But right now, I need to concentrate on the task at hand; fulfilling our contractual obligations.
Standing, I catch Niska’s eye in the reflection of the mirror. Her beautiful cunt has coated my lips. I lick them, savoring the taste of her as I unthinkingly take a lazy stroke of my cock. “Do I have your permission to fill you now, my Niska?”
With our gazes locked in the mirror, Niska’s tongue rolls out and she nods her head.
First, I gently swipe my cockhead up through the silky wet lips of her cunt, once, twice, three times. The swallow I feel at the back of my throat is like an impassable lump. I’m really going to do this? She is really letting me have her? Looking up to her reflection one last time just to be sure, all I see there is desire. Not only is this little female trusting me to have her, she wants me to.
Slowly, I push forward, standing here with my pants only pushed down to my thighs as I stare with rapt attention at how my cockhead gently spears through her cunt, breaching that most sacred of places for a female. Gradually, I push further, gently working my way into my precious female with careful, slow and shallow thrusts, transfixed by the sight of her taking more and more of me. I almost lose myself to the heady sensation of being wrapped in her gorgeous little cunt when I hear my Niska’s breath hitch. I freeze, only a quarter of my length being embraced by her tight, wet heat. “Am I hurting you?”
“No,” she says, shaking her head. “More.”
And then her hips flex, her movements hindered by her restraints.
“Please, Kiahn,” she whines, the buckles on her straps clinking with her efforts to push herself back.
“Are you-” I pause, staring at how she’s trying to writhe back onto me, “-are you begging for more of my cock, my little Niska?”
“Mm-hm,” she mumbles, nodding her head again.
My cock throbs inside her, and I go lightheaded at the thought of Niska being so desperate for me that she’s trying to wiggle out of her restraints. Attempting to keep it together, I start pushing forward again, knowing that I may not survive this female. “Fuuuck,” I hiss, gritting my teeth and screwing my eyes shut at the feeling of her taking more of me.
Before I know it, I am fully seated in her, and I can’t help but drape my larger body over hers along the bench. I kiss along the cool metal of her collar - an act not refined, nor delicate as my fangs sometimes scrape along the gold and get hooked into the little decorative filigree cut-away holes in the design. All the while, I can’t help but grip her hip, trying to push her back down on my cock - as if I could possibly stuff any more of myself inside of her. “You-you-you-” I babble with my eyes closed and sweat dotting my brow now that I’ve mounted her. I think for a brief moment, that Niska taking my full length has broken my brain. “You have all of me now, little female,” I rasp in her ear, pushing my hips as flush against her as I possibly can. “Is that what you wanted? Every last measure of my cock? It is yours now, tucked away in your snug little cunt.” Kissing the little patch of skin behind her ear, I start to grind into her. “You are such a good girl, taking me like this. So welcoming to my cock.”
Niska moans under me, and the sound is as sweet as nectar.
The first time I pull out to plunge back into her wet little cunt, I almost see stars. I curse into the metal of her collar and find myself reaching for her handles for something to anchor myself. “Goddess, but I’ve wanted to fuck you the very moment I saw you,” I babble as I start rocking myself into her over and over. “And you’re taking me so well… so good… let me look after you, little Niska, please, I beg you to let me.” I’m not really sure how I’m able to form words between my panted grunts right now as I start fucking my female. The sounds of our joining meeting my ears is only spurring me on - faster, harder. “Whatever you want, Niska,” I promise to her, mouthing at her collar again, so fucking desperate to bite that little human neck of hers and claim her. “If you just let me-”
