Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
His cock is already fully erect.
Oh. My lips part, and I reach down, moving my fingers over the shape to learn him. I can feel the tension bunching up in Nemeth’s muscles, but he doesn’t stop me. He doesn’t pull my hand away. He’s perfectly still except for his wings, which twitch each time I touch him.
It’s the most erotic experience I’ve ever had…and I’ve experienced quite a bit.
Nemeth’s head falls back, his horns brushing against my hair. “Candra…”
“I love touching you,” I confess in a whisper. “I’ve thought about it so often. How you’d react if I got brave enough to put my hands on you. I wondered if you’d push me away because I’m human and a spoiled princess, or if you’d feel anything for me.” I bite my lip, because I’m blurting out vulnerable things and I hate being vulnerable. “Anything at all.”
“Candra—”
“And then I decided,” I continue before he can speak. “That it doesn’t matter. That we’re trapped in here and we can do whatever we like, and no one has to know. Just like we promised, all secrets remain in the tower.” I slip my hand under the waist of his kilt and the fabric falls to the floor between us. “We can do anything at all,” I whisper. “You can be my secret and I can be yours.”
And I curl my fingers around his cock and stroke him.
“Unh.” The sound Nemeth makes is primal. His hips surge up as I caress him, and I stroke him again, this time slower, learning his cock with my grip as I do.
I gasp with delight as I realize just how big he is. I drag my hand up and down his shaft, from base to tip, and it’s a journey. He’s big and thick, and I can’t believe what I’m touching. “You’ve been hiding all this under your kilt? That’s incredible. To think I’ve been missing out on seeing all this.”
He grips my other arm, the one I have around his waist, and his hand covers mine. At first I think he’s going to stop me, that I’ve gone too far, but he links his fingers with mine instead and holds me tight.
Oh.
My heart aches. Sweetness rushes through me, and I nuzzle against his back. I want to kiss him all over. I want to make him feel so damned good. I slip my hand up to the tip of his cock, encircling it, and it’s an elongated sort of tip that ends in a blunted point, less mushroom and more arrow. How very curious. I tease the tip, pressing my finger against the dip in the center. Within moments, my fingers are coated with sticky pre-cum and I begin to work him again with a tight, shuttling grip. “Tell me if I do something you don’t like.”
He groans, his hand tightening over mine. “Good,” he rasps. “So good, Candra…”
I squeeze harder, using his foreskin to work him, and add a little twist near the end of his cock, teasing the tip as I drag up and down. “I love that you say my name.”
And I do. I love that I’m fulfilling his fantasies, that he’s twining his fingers with mine even as I work his immense cock. I love the hot, hard feel of him in my grip. I love the trembling of his wings that intensifies with every stroke of my hand. I’ve daydreamed of this but the reality is so much better.
His hips buck, startling me from my reverie.
Nemeth makes another one of those unh sounds that seems ripped from his throat, and when I work my hand over his cock again, it’s as if he’s pumping into my grip. He must be getting close, and hot excitement curls through me at the realization. “Can I make you come?”
He groans again, the sound more of a growl, and it’s so intense and sexy that it makes my toes curl and my thighs clench in response. His laced fingers tighten over mine, and his other hand covers the one gripping him. He forces my hand up and down his shaft, hard, and as he does, his hips flex forward.
“Use me,” I purr. “I love it.”
Nemeth’s breath catches again, and then he’s fucking my hand roughly, shuttling his cock into my grip over and over again, twisting and using my hand for his pleasure. His breath catches again—a rough, choked sound—and I squeeze tight. There’s a wet splat as his hot release spatters on the floor in front of us, and my hand is coated with his seed. I stroke over him again, slowly…
…and then pause. There’s a hard bulge at the base of his cock that’s new to me. It’s appeared just now and I’m mystified. “What’s this?”
“Knot,” he wheezes. “My knot.”
It feels hot and tight. There’s no sound of panic in his voice, though, so it’s clearly a normal thing for him even if it’s strange and inhuman to me. I stroke my fingers over the “knot” at the base of his shaft. “Should I touch it?”