Her wet dream… about him.
“There is a strange scent coming from you,” he explained, his deep and gruff voice making her feel drunk after what she’d just experienced within her own mind. Her eyelids shuddered as a pant fell from her. “I’ve never smelt it from you.”
Oh god, he can smell that I’m turned on. She squirmed beneath him, rubbing her thighs together at the pounding pressure in her clit, in her core.
“What is it?”
He lifted his head to sniff her arm, like that might be where the source was coming from, before he huffed and shook his head. His nose came down on her chest right above her heart.
Her back nearly arched off the bed when she felt his breath over one of her hardened nipples through the thin cloth of her gown. They were strained, itching for attention, and even just the minute amount of it from his breaths stroked them.
She covered her mouth with one of her hands to hide the strangled noise that came from her. Her eyes bowed in confusion and distress. It felt so good that she didn’t want him to stop sniffing her.
I’m so fucking horny. She wanted him to sniff further, to sniff her all over and discover where the source was coming from. It was a crazy thought.
She knew it must be strong with how wet she felt between the lips of her folds since she felt slippery all the way along the slit of her pussy. Rubbing her thighs together actually moved her clit side-to-side, and she had to stop herself from moaning and doing it again.
His touch in the bath had sparked something in her and now her body was begging for release, just as it had then. Except it was worse, her dream just the taste of her desires. It wasn’t real, this was real, and she couldn’t conjure the will to stop him even when he started lowering his head.
Her sense of reason was paralysed.
It should have been a terrifying nightmare to have his massive body caging her in against the bed. His horns should have made her think him a Demon, a devil, the monster he was supposed to be, but her mind knew they’d be the perfect things to hold onto when she was thrashing under the wave of lust. His pure white bony face should have been disturbing, but the glowing of his eyes soothed her, and she knew within his maw was a long and wet tongue that had once felt amazing slipping over her chest in the snowy forest of the surface above the Veil.
Heat emitted from him, and she felt it like curling waves as he drew the furs down to discover the source.
Reia squeaked when a spasm rippled from just above her pelvis all the way along her channel when his nose pressed against her pubic mound. He grabbed a thigh with one of his hands and pulled it to the side, his head twisting like he was trying to understand. It pressed directly against her clit once her legs were parted, and her hands shot down to stop him.
They halted in the air when a light growl came from him. Within the blink of an eye, his orbs changed to a deep purple, and her breath hitched.
“You are aroused,” he growled, his head turning up to face her.
Her pussy clenched in reaction to the dark depth of his voice, and she felt so much liquid pooling that it dripped and leaked. She bit into her bottom lip to stop the moan that threatened to escape as her body tensed and shivered. She covered her mouth once more in shock when the ripples dancing along her eased.
Oh fuck, I almost came just by him saying that to me.
Her body felt over sensitive. His breath, his voice, the smell of his smoky mahogany and pine scent drowning her was making her feel insane. Her limbs were trembling. She’d lost her mind, but right then, with her body throbbing and aching, Reia didn’t care.
“Smells delicious,” he said in the rolling, growly tone as his hand, tipped with claws, gently ran down the inner thigh of the knee he bent. “I want to taste.”
Her heart stuttered in her chest when his head bent down, and his hand rolled the skirt of her dress up to bundle at her waist. He even lowered her tied strip of cloth she used as underwear with careful claws.
She didn’t stop him, didn’t even feel a single urge to try.
She didn’t know if he truly understood what he was doing, but her breaths were so shallow and short that when he pressed his snout against her entire pussy, from clit to slitted entrance, and breathed her in, they cut off.
Then she let out a high-pitched cry when his tongue slipped from her puckered backside, that wasn’t expecting the slippery organ, over the entrance of her core to collect every drop of her liquid cream, and then up through her folds until he heavily lashed her pounding clit.
Reia’s mouth fell open as she used her hands in a poor attempt to stifle the sound of her cry, her back arching as her legs shook around his head. Her knee knocked one of his horns. She felt him grab it to once more rake his claws lightly down the inside of her thigh that sent another spasm to her channel, before pressing it down to the bed to pin it there.