My fingers glide between her slippery folds. She’s hot and wet, and her hips move as I stroke her, encouraging me to push into her. A little moan escapes her as I lick her nipple, and that decides me. I want more of her moans, her cries, her wails of my name. I want to drive her wild.
I reach back to the shelf and pick up the courting gift, and hold it in front of her.
Kira inhales sharply, and her gaze flicks to my face.
“It’s a good replica, is it not?” I admire my carving, right down to the veins tracing along the shaft. “You have no idea how many hours I spent staring at my own cock to get this right.”
She giggles softly. “And you did that just for me?”
“Of course. You are my woman and I wished to please you.”
She leans forward and her arms tighten around my neck, and she kisses me softly on the mouth. “You always please me, Aehako.”
I drag it over her belly. “And now I want to please you with this,” I tell her between kisses. I feel her stiffen, and her breath quickens, but she doesn’t tell me no. Encouraged, I slide it lower, moving the head of it to her mound. “I think, like my cock, I will need to make sure it is wet with your juices before I slide it into you.”
A whimper escapes her throat and her arms tighten around my neck.
“Spread your legs for me, my mate,” I tell her.
She bites her lip again, but her legs ease open. I can see the gleam of wetness on her upper thighs, and I can smell the hot scent of her. It drives me insane with need. A growl forms low in my throat. The need to claim her is strong, but my curiosity and the titillation of the toy – as well as the thought of pleasing her – drives me. I push the thick head of the toy between her folds and it presses against her third nipple.
Kira cries out and her hips lift, her arms tightening around my neck. “Oh God!” The scent of her musk perfumes the air even thicker than before. Her body quivers.
I drag the head of the false cock through her wet folds, getting it slick. Every movement of it makes Kira react – she is climbing off my lap with her need, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. I push the head of the false-cock into her, and she whimpers. I move no further, because to do more, she will have to change positions, and I want her to ask for it. I want to know she’s enjoying herself as much as I am. My own cock throbs with neglect, but for now, it is all about Kira and her need.
When I push no deeper, her whimpers increase, and her hips rise up, encouraging me. “Aehako,” she pants, and her nails dig into my skin. “Please.”
“Do you wish more, my mate?” I lean in and kiss her, and give the fake-cock a little push to remind her of its presence.
She makes a soft, wordless sound, and then nods.
“Do you trust me?”
Again, she nods. Her eyes are huge in her face, her pupils dilated with need.
“Then lie flat for me.” I pull the fake-cock out, and when she simply stares at me, I lick the head clean of her juices. A low growl escapes my throat. She’s delicious, and I want my tongue on her.
Kira shivers, and then nods. To my surprise, she flips over onto her belly and pushes her bottom up in the air, her legs slightly spread. Her stomach presses against my thigh, and I want to correct her…but stop.
Her bottom is smooth, no hint of a tail to interrupt the sweet curve. I realize that if I press the false cock into her, there is nothing to stop me from sinking it all the way inside her. Entranced by the thought, I push my fingers between her thighs to stroke her cunt, and she moans hard, pressing her face into the furs.
She’s wet and slick and ready, and I remove my hand and push the head of the false cock at the entrance of her cunt. Her wriggle of encouragement is beautiful to see, and I press it deeper, inch by inch, until it’s halfway into her. She moans as I begin to work it slowly, pushing deeper into her with each stroke. I’m fascinated by the sight of the cock – my cock – pushing into her and my own cock jerks in response.
“Aehako,” she moans, and her hips wiggle as I push it deeper into her. As I do, the spur presses up against her backside, and she lets out a squeal. “What was that?”
“That was the spur.”
“Oh,” she breathes, and relaxes again. “Oh, God, I don’t know how I feel about that.”
“Is it bad?”
“No, and that’s the problem.” She moans and pushes her hips higher again, encouraging me to give her more. I thrust it into her again, deeper, nudging at her bottom with the spur with every stroke of the cock.