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“Yes,” he croaked. His chest lurched, as if he wanted to say more but couldn’t quite find himself capable of forming the words.
Tenderness for him made my ribs hurt as I drew up on my knees. I tugged my finger out of his cock tail’s hold. The tendril tightened, as if not wanting to let me go, before regretfully loosening.
I moved forward, sliding my knees to the outside of his legs, until I straddled Silar’s lap. His massive cock jumped and swelled as I rubbed my wetness against its underside.
“What are you doing?” he choked out when I rose higher and began to press myself down upon him. His tip nudged inside, delightful fullness already making my insides quake.
“I told you I was going to ride you like a shuldu,” I groaned, easing myself further and further onto his thick arousal.
“Ride me…” He panted and moaned, his hips bucking beneath me. “I thought you meant on my back.”
Startled by the image, I laughed, which made my thighs go oddly weak. The result was that I lost some control of my descent, falling further onto the rod of his erection. Silar’s hands caught my hips, squeezing and kneading the flesh there as I fought to retain my balance and my breath.
“No,” I said shakily, savouring the impossible stretch and burn of him. “I meant ride you like this.”
I wasn’t all the way on him yet, but even so I began to bounce, crying out as the momentum of my motion forced more of him inside me. Silar’s hands formed a death grip on my hips, his fingers like iron on my ass, his eyes two blazing white stars fused to the place our bodies met. His cock tail snapped and spun, instinctively searching for something to grasp onto. In a fit of desperate flicking, it got itself coiled around my clit, spiking furious sensation from that sensitive point to a place deep inside my body until I trembled.
My wetness was coating him. I could feel it. Feel how I was already moving more easily on his stretching girth. Feel the way I slipped and slid. Silar’s cock tail pulsed around my clit, and suddenly I was no longer capable of vigorously riding him, slowing to a sensual undulation on his cock.
“You can move your hips. Move inside me,” I half-guided, half-begged as my muscles locked up against the onslaught of another impending orgasm. Silar’s breath shuddered out of him. Experimentally, he rocked his hips, driving his cock upwards. Groaning, his expression rapturous, he did it again and again, establishing a rocky, ragged rhythm, his body hitching with naked need.
“Silar,” I whimpered, my hands planting themselves on his straining chest. “You feel incredible.”
Silar faltered, giving a deep, guttural gasp at my words. His rhythm sputtered, and when his movements resumed they were deep and grinding instead of hard thrusts. His cock was filling me more than I would have thought possible. The hot coil of his cock tail around my clit added spasming ripples of pleasure in time with the slide of his shaft inside.
I was coming undone on him. With a stuttered wail, I collapsed, my belly and breasts slamming against his abdomen, my legs turning to water. Helpless and limp, his cock tail crushed between us and frantically vibrating against my clit, I came, unable to do anything but lie there, breathless as my climax drew me higher and higher.
My pussy seemed like it was the only part of my body capable of muscle contraction. It milked Silar desperately, convulsing around him, revelling in the furious grind of our bodies. Silar gripped my ass, holding me in place as he used my squeezing channel, moving fiercely until, with a sudden, lurching spasm and a strangled cry of my name, he exploded. I felt the swell and burst of him inside, felt the jetting lust of his ejaculation, felt the sharp squeeze of his cock tail, so hard it would have hurt if it didn’t feel so fucking good.
Silar moaned, riding hard through his orgasm, as if relishing the fluttering squeeze of my body with every spurt. It was only long after stilling, both of us breathing hard, that he finally eased himself out with a slowness that spoke of regret.
He tensed beneath me, as if he were about to roll me off of him, but I buried my face in his chest.
“No,” I breathed, almost feeling like I was on the verge of tears. “Don’t go, Silar. Stay with me.”
If he answered me with words, I didn’t hear them. As he relaxed back into his lying position, his hands skimming up and down my bare back, I breathed out and fell almost instantly asleep.
26
CHERRY
When I next woke, it was fully dark. Silar was no longer beneath me, but he was also no longer staying as far away from me in the bed as possible. I sighed happily at the possessive curl of his body behind mine. His arm was heavy on top of me, and even his tail was loosely wrapped around my ankle. I could have stayed like that forever.
The only problem was I was hungry, thirsty, and desperately needed to pee.
Untangling myself from my husband turned out to be no easy feat. Every time I nearly got free of his arm, his tail would tighten up, and vice versa. He never woke up, though. Just seemed intent on holding me close in his sleep.
Which was heart-squeezingly adorable.
After way too long, and with much complaining from the region of my bladder, I finally managed to free myself from the Silar snuggle. I yanked on some pyjamas and shoved my feet into my boots, taking a moment to look down at the bed in appreciation for the sweet, strange man lying in it. Silar was still naked, and he’d shifted into the place I’d been occupying on the bed, like on some level he knew I’d gone and was already trying to find me. His muscled back rose and fell in a deep, even rhythm of breathing, his often-frowning face totally relaxed. Probably more relaxed than I’d ever seen it, actually.
Trying to ignore the way my insides were slowly turning into warm goo, I gave in to my bladder’s pangs and hustled outside.
It was an exceptionally beautiful evening. Crisp. Cool. Clear. The stars and moons drenched the spring growth and blossoms in silver light, turning everything ethereal, all velvet and metal and diamond.
Even the plain wooden outhouse looked more appealing than usual, and I shook my head at myself, because what else besides falling hopelessly in love could make me think, “Oh, yes. Very nice outhouse indeed”?
I made quick use of it and was just cleaning my hands at the hose by the house when footsteps behind me made me straighten up. A moment later, a big, warm hand closed around my upper arm.
