Last Minion Standing

Chapter Five

I got home to find Jezzie bouncing like a bunny at Easter. She held the remote in one hand and pointed incoherently at the television screen.

I was more interested in the bag of chips on the table—regular rippled with a container of herb and garlic dip beside it. I consoled myself with lots of double dipping before I could finally focus on Jezzie who stopped jumping and regarded me with a hand on her hip.

“Don’t ask,” I mumbled through a mouthful of chips.

“I don’t need to. I saw it all,” she said smirking. She stepped aside and played the paused show in progress—you had to love TiVo. And it wasn’t just any show, it was my reality show featuring yours truly.

“Holy fuck.” I’d completely forgotten about the cameras following me. And they hadn’t missed a thing from my hot dancing with Drake to our impromptu make out session—I really liked the part where he ripped my panties off—to the foiled demon attack. It ended with the cab speeding away, but with a scene I hadn’t seen; Drake cursing then turning to hit the brick wall behind him with a closed fist.

If he didn’t want me to go, then why didn’t he come with me? What suddenly became more important than pleasuring my pussy and in the doing, himself?

I would have liked to ponder it further, but an exuberant Jezzie wanted to know all the pertinent details.

“Is he a good kisser?”

“The best,” I sighed. Suddenly though, I found myself tired. I didn’t want to think about what I’d almost experienced. For the first time in my life, my emotions were a muddled mess and I didn’t like it one bit. Something about Drake drew me like no other man ever before. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, wanting him with me. Sexual frustration, that had to be the answer. I refused to contemplate anything else. And it definitely wasn’t the dreaded L word.

A good shag was all I needed. Once I fucked him say a dozen times or so, these weird feelings would disappear. I hoped.

The next day I found myself back in the coliseum with a screaming crowd. Standing in the wings dressed in a strapless black bathing suit with painted flames licking up under my boobs from my crotch and black cum-fuck-me boots—a totally bitching outfit—I peeked around the curtain and spotted signs in the stands. I leaned over to question Jezzie about them.

“Superhero names,” she stated. “We’ve got it down to about a dozen now and the voting has started.”

“What are the top three so far?”

Jezzie shifted nervously and looked down at her feet. “Nothing’s concrete yet,” she said hedging.

“Tell me.” I crossed my arms and tapped my foot.

Jezzie sighed. “Just don’t hurt me, okay. I didn’t choose them. Hell’s Babe.” Not bad, kind of sexy actually.

“Bitch Slap.”

Not too bad still, even if it made me sound more like trailer trash.

“Soul Slut”

“What?” I screeched and she winced.

“Don’t worry, it’s in third.”

“It shouldn’t have even made the list,” I grumbled. I would have liked to argue about it more but it was time for me to go stand in the spotlight as round two in the minion selection process began.

Seated on my throne, I listened to the announcer as he detailed the next task.

“A sidekick requires cunning. The ability to retrieve information and objects with none the wiser. Who of these five remaining contestants has what it takes to move on to the next round?”

Who indeed, I thought tapping my fingernails impatiently on the armrest. The curtain hung in front of me, a heavy fabric shield which prevented me from seeing Drake, the jerk who’d left me hot and yearning the night before. No more. I’d spent too much time since last night thinking of him. Even though we’d only met two days ago, I was tired of him making me hot and heavy and not following through. Turn my legs to mush or not, I’d had it with him. Right after today’s episode, I was going on a male hunt. I didn’t care who I fucked at this point. I just needed someone with a dick who knew what to do with a horny woman. Drake wasn’t the only guy who could turn my libido on. And I would prove to myself he was just another guy, nothing special about him.

I suddenly tuned back into what the announcer said. “…Their task was simple. Bring back an item without her realizing you’d taken it. A personal item which was recently in contact with her oh-so-luscious self.”

Wait a second. Are they talking about me? Like fuck would I be giving anybody anything that dangerous. Items of a personal nature could be used in nefarious spells, something I liked to avoid. The curtain rose while I still wore a scowl from this latest turns of events.

I quickly smoothed my face into a smile, but inside I seethed.

My five contestants stood in a row before me on a mini stage in the center of the coliseum. My eyes focused on one man only though, and I found him watching me back just as intently. He raised a brow and gave me a sensual smile that sent a gushing heat to my pussy. Fuck, did I ever need to get laid.

“First up, Dretnor. What item did you acquire?”

The tall demon bared his teeth in a toothy smile and strutted forward holding up a lock of hair.

The large, four sided video screen hanging above the stadium lit up and a video of me in the club the previous night dancing appeared. I watched as the demon in human guise, cozied up to my backside and managed to snip off some hair unbeknownst to me as I gyrated, eyes closed.

The crowd clapped and I made a mental vow to always have my hair tied up tight when I went out partying in the future. The clip on the screen kept playing after Dretnor’s impromptu trim and the audience tittered when Drake appeared behind his boogying body and removed him none to gently to take his place.

I bit back a smile and quashed the warmth spreading through me. So what if Drake had shown jealousy? It changed nothing. He needed to learn he couldn’t jerk me around.

Maybe to irritate Drake, I’d shag Dretnor.

The emcee spoke. “Dretnor moves on. Next up, Allsor.”

The lizard dude strutted forward and held out an envelope. The video screen lit up and showed him breaking into my postal box and stealing the piece of mail.

The crowd booed and the announcer came back on. “We said something personal pea brain. While addressed to her, she never touched your item. Failed!” At his words the crowd cheered and a trap door suddenly appeared beneath lizard man’s feet and down he disappeared. I wondered if he’d be landing in the traditional alligator pit and thought it a pity they didn’t show us. I’d have liked to have seen the outcome of that match.

Up next, the dwarf Raxnor, who had gone dumpster diving and found an apple core I’d discarded. Gross, but it fit the bill of the task.

Second last was the wolfman named a boring Pete. He’d used his agility to sneak into my apartment and steal some eye shadow. Only one problem, it was Jezzie’s, not mine. Like I would be caught dead, wearing that shade of blue with my coloring, the idiot. Bye-bye wolfman. Then it was the turn of the last contestant, the one who refused to get out of my mind: Drake.

I almost held my breath when he came forward and my hands clutched at the armrests of the chair wetly. Surely I wasn’t nervous for him? I wanted nothing to do with him and by token didn’t want him to win. Right?

With a cocky smile aimed right at me even if my crotch bore the brunt, he whipped some fabric out of his pocket. I swear it was only the fact cameras watched my every move and the approving roar of the crowd which kept me from diving on him and tearing the smile off his face. For dangling from his fingertips were the panties he’d ripped off me the night before.

I didn’t remember the rest of the show—a foggy rage clouded my mind—but as soon as the curtain came down I stalked off muttering darkly.

About to open a portal to head back to my place, a pair of strong arms wrapped around me from behind. Instinct kicked in and my foot slammed down on my accoster’s instep while in the same motion I jabbed back hard with my elbow. I heard a grunt then a familiar voice whispered, “Is this foreplay?”

Drake. I should have known. “Let me go,” I said through gritted teeth.

He didn’t quite obey, loosening his arms only enough for me to turn in them to face him. When we were eye to eye, he tightened his arms up again pressing me up against his hard length. I tried not to let the evidence of his happiness to see me throbbing against my lower tummy distract me. It didn’t stop my channel from creaming though.

He inhaled and smiled. “Your body seems happy to see me, but your face is saying a different thing.”

“You asshole. I can’t believe you made out with me just so you could steal my panties and move onto the next round.”

He laughed, a throaty sound which sent shivers down my spine. “Actually, I already had an item, an earring from our first encounter. What happened last night was because I want you, baby.”

“Yeah, like I’ll believe that after the way you left me hanging.” I barely controlled my lips from curling into a pout, but my words still ended up sounding petulant.

“I had urgent business to attend to.”

In my world nothing was more important than my needs. “Well, I have urgent business to attend to myself tonight, so if you don’t mind…” I arched a brow and waited for him to let go of me. He didn’t, of course. Instead, he brushed his lips across mine, a move which made my breath hitch.

“I’m all yours tonight,” he whispered. “Let me make it up to you.”

“No, you had your chance.” My mouth said one thing but my body melting against him said another. Annoyed at my unwilling chemical reaction to his closeness, I decided to put a stop to his wooing attempt. “I’ve already got plans to meet…” My mind worked furiously. “Dretnor. Yeah, demon boy really turned me on too last night and I know he won’t let me down.”

Drake’s eyes darkened and his brows drew together in fury. I wondered if I was about to meet his beast—what fun. Through clenched teeth, he growled. “You will not meet with that slug. If you have needs, I will take care of them. Know right now, I will not allow another to touch you.”

Talk about fucking possessive. My independent side cackled and prepared snide comebacks at his manly claim over my body. My feminine side just went incoherent with arousal. “We’re not a couple. I’ll see whomever I damned well please.”

“Then I will kill them,” he stated matter of factly. Okay, even my feminist side shut up at those words. Totally fucking hot—like caveman, retro hot.

“I don’t get you,” I grumbled. “Is this about winning? Do you think if you fuck me you’ll get an edge? I don’t cheat,” I stated— much. “Besides, anyone can tell you’re not sidekick material. Why are you trying so hard?”

His face turned serious and his eyes glowed as he replied. “Now that I’ve met you, I don’t intend to let any other male come near you, sidekick or not. So if I need to win this competition to ensure you’re one hundred percent mine, then I will do what I have to so I can win and have you to myself.”

Hot damn. As speeches went, his was a definite panty dropper and shocker. It also smashed through my remaining resistance. “You’d do anything?” I whispered leaning up, mesmerized not only by the smoky look in his eyes, but his possessive words.

“Hell yeah, baby. Like I said, I’ll kill if I have to. I don’t share with others.” With his spine tingling declaration, my legs turned to Jell-O as he leaned down to kiss me.

This time, I wasn’t letting him escape. Breaking off the embrace for just a moment, I opened a portal back to my bedroom and toppled us into it to land on my fluffy mattress.

He chuckled underneath me. “You don’t waste time, do you?”

“I’m tired of waiting,” I grumbled, my hands tearing at his shirt. I found it offensive.

In a blink of an eye, he flipped us so I lay on the bottom and he straddled my waist.

Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he pulled it off revealing his perfect chest with his ripples of mouth-watering muscles. I reached up to touch his smooth skin, dragging my nails lightly down from his pecs to the waist band of his jeans.

He sucked in a breath and I looked up at him. Glowing eyes met mine. “Your turn,” he said huskily, and a moment later I found both my shirt and bra removed and tossed to the side.

My nipples puckered under his scorching gaze. Slowly, he lowered his face and brushed it across my erect nubs. I sighed and arched, willing him to suck them. The hot flick of his tongue, circling around forced a moan from me. I weaved my fingers through his hair and tried to force his mouth to take my engorged nipple into his mouth. He chuckled, his warm breath making them tighten even more.

“Oh no, baby. It seems like I’ve waited an eternity to touch you and I intend to savor every moment.” Suddenly I found my hands removed from his hair, caught in an iron grip and pushed above my head. I struggled to free my hands, but he held me firmly and continued his lazy exploration of my breasts.

My whole body thrummed like a live wire, anticipation stringing me taut. When he finally took my nipple into his mouth, I cried out and arched. It seemed like he tortured me forever, his wet mouth sucking and pulling at my erect aureoles. He lavished attention equally between them, driving me senseless. Eventually I gave up begging him to move lower, too lost in the erotic sensations he invoked. Besides, even though we were both clothed below the waist, it didn’t stop him from settling between my legs and grinding his erection against my sex. My legs wrapped around his waist, cinching him tight.

When he finally stopped his torturous onslaught, my pussy had migrated past the point of wetness into flood territory. I ached for him and whimpered when his welcome weight left mine. I opened heavy eyelids to see him stripping down, and I also answered a few of my own questions. No, he didn’t wear underwear and hot damn, he was huge.

Jutting proudly from his body, his cock bobbed at my perusal and a glistening drop appeared. I licked my lips and went to sit up, so I could lean forward and touch him. He pushed me back.

“Stay where you are.” Under my hungry, disbelieving eyes, he gave me a wicked smile and grabbed his prick, his thumb smoothing his clear liquid over the swollen head.

I almost came it was that fucking hot.

As if sensing my rapidly dwindling control, his deft hands removed my skin tight pants and he grinned appreciatively when he pulled down my soaking panties.

He ran a finger down my moist cleft and I shuddered. “Hands above your head holding the headboard,” he ordered.

“What if I don’t want to?” He was killing me slowly with pleasurable anticipation, and I needed to hurry things along so I didn’t die before the main event. I spread my legs wide and bent my knees exposing my Brazilian shave to him. There wasn’t a male alive who could resist a shaven pussy, especially when I reached down to touch it. I stroked my finger over my velvety folds, wetting it, and then I drew my digit back to my mouth and licked it.

Eyes glowing, Drake crawled between my legs, intent and dangerous. My breath hitched. Face hovering over my sex, he blew on me hotly and I gasped. “If you want me to devour that gorgeous pussy of yours, then grab that headboard and do not let go.” Fast as lightning, I grabbed the slatted wood. I still didn’t understand why when he ordered I listened, and even more baffling why it ramped up my desire.

His wide hands cupped my bottom and lifted me just enough to align my sex with his mouth. Thank Satan’s horns, he didn’t make me wait or beg. He instantly latched his mouth onto my sex and at the first wet stroke of his tongue, I moaned. Then, like he’d done already with my poor nipples, he tortured me orally. He started with small flicks of his tongue against my clit followed by his tongue probing between my lips. Then back to my clit where he’d pinch it with his lips. Oh, the sweet fucking bliss. My fingers clutching the headboard were white knuckled, and though I tried to arch, his hands held me firmly. I whimpered with need.

“Please.”

He responded by letting go of my ass cheeks, but only so he could throw a heavy arm across my lower tummy while he used his other hand to stroke my slick folds. One finger penetrated me, long and seeking, it found my g-spot and pressed on it. I let out a cry and my body went taut.

“Don’t you come yet, baby,” he said in a gravelly voice. I opened my eyes to gaze down at him blearily. “I’m not done with you.”

Then he inserted a second and third finger. He could order me all he wanted, but when his tongue rapidly flicked my clit while his fingers pumped in an out of me, hitting and stroking my g-spot each time, it was a lost cause. My channel tightened almost painfully before spasming in orgasm. And still he finger fucked and licked me.

I keened, my pussy contracting hard, wave after wave of ecstasy roaring through my body. Just when I thought I’d black out from pleasure, he finally stopped his torture.

Lucky me, he wasn’t done yet. The swollen head of his cock rubbed against my moist core, teasing me. I whimpered. It felt like I hadn’t just cum most wondrously, I wanted him so bad. I needed him inside me, pounding. I went to let go of the headboard to clutch him, but like he read my mind, he growled.

“Don’t you dare.”

Another time, I’d find out what would happen if I disobeyed, but right at that moment, I didn’t want to do anything which would stop me from savoring the delicious length of his cock, a treat he fed slowly into my aching sex.

I clenched the walls of my channel tightly around him, gratified to hear him grunt. It seemed to take forever before he’d seated himself fully in me, and once sheathed he paused.

“Are you okay?”

I opened my eyes in disbelief, wondering if he was joking. But when I looked at him he was quite serious and I wondered if his cock size had caused him problems in the past.

He certainly was well endowed, and it would explain his zealousness in prepping me.

However, I really enjoyed the way he stretched me.

“The only way I won’t be okay is if you don’t stop pussy footing and start fucking me.”

Order or not, my hands came off the headboard and grabbed his ass just as I tilted my hips up. This had the effect of pushing him in a little deeper, fantastically so. And just to make sure he truly understood how much I liked the feel of him inside me, I squeezed him tight with my sex and wrapped my legs around his waist locking him in.

I almost made his eyes roll back in head and he got the point. His pelvis began to move, sliding his shaft in and out, his tempo increasing in pace with my cries. Yet, I still felt he was holding back.

“Harder,” I panted.

He obliged, pistoning into me forcefully, his rapid-fire strokes building my pleasure.

I tightened my hold on him, my breath whooshing in and out as I met him thrust for thrust. He grunted and sweat beaded on his brow.

“Harder.” He didn’t reply, but his jabs got more forceful. I no longer had the breath to speak or even moan, but our lovemaking was anything but quiet. I would almost dare say it was musical, a primal rhythm comprised of heavy breathing and the satisfying slap of flesh on flesh. Moving in time to the beat we created, my rapture built, one pleasure block at a time, until like an unsteady tower, one little push sent it over. I found my voice again and screamed as I orgasmed once more, wave after wave of bliss quivering through me and leaving me shaking. Above me, Drake went still and I opened my eyes to see him staring at me, his eyes completely black and glowing. “Mine,” he growled then he spurted inside me hotly.

Thank Satan’s scientists for inventing the birth control pill. Between that and the fact demons, even half ones didn’t get disease, it made sex so much better without an icky layer of latex to ruin the moment.

Drake collapsed on me heavily and I wondered when they autopsied me if they’d at least be able to tell I died happy. But a moment later, clutching me, he rolled until he lay on his back with me on top of him.

I looked down at him and grinned. “Thanks.”

“Glad to oblige,” he replied dryly.

The fire in my cleft temporarily extinguished, I found myself tongue tied, an unusual state for me. Drake thankfully filled in the silence.

“What’s your favorite color?”

I frowned at him. “We have amazing sex and you ask me something stupid like that?”

“I know you enjoyed yourself. You know I enjoyed myself. Now I want to know more about the woman I’m going to fuck all night long.”

Funny how with those mere words, I could feel my pussy clench with an aftershock of pleasure. “Orange.”

He snorted. “Seriously? I took you more for a pink.”

What could I say, I was full of surprises. “Let me guess, yours is black.” He smiled. “Actually, it’s pink.” He punctuated his surprising remark by sliding the hand he had resting on my ass between my legs to rub against my sex. “This exact shade,” he said tweaking my plump lips.

Ooh, my channel was definitely liking this conversation more and more.

His lips caught mine in a searing kiss and he nibbled for a while before asking his next question. “What’s your favorite movie?”

“The one we just made, baby,” I replied, snickering when he pulled back with a wide eyed look.

“You taped us?”

“No,” I sighed regretfully. “But, that doesn’t mean it’s not playing in my head.” He grinned widely and I noticed the faint indent of a dimple in his cheek. He was so goddamned cute. And horny.

Lying on top of him, I couldn’t miss the poking of his shaft as it rose and bumped against my backside. I loved that he had the stamina to match my libido for I was raring to go again. He’d teased me too many times for me to be satisfied with one quick bout.

But first a little torture. I wiggled my ass against his jutting prick, but when he went to grab my hips, I shook my head. “I don’t think so. Hands over your head.” With a smoky look that promised retribution—I couldn’t wait—he laced his hands under his head. I then set out to explore the massive expanse of skin and muscle at my disposal.

My hands traced the powerful lines of his shoulders and arms. Even without his shifter blood, his physique would have ensured his strength. I couldn’t wait to engage him in a wrestling match later. But for now I was on an exploration mission. I ran my hands lightly onto his chest, stroking over his flat nipples. A shiver went through him, and I arched a brow. Someone had a sensitive spot. Perfect, I’d found the first area of his body to exploit.

I leaned forward and blew on his nipple, already tight; nevertheless, it puckered further, and again I felt a tremor. Gently, I took his nub between my teeth and applied pressure. He bucked and a hand came loose to grasp my hair.

I looked up and met his darkening eyes, my lips curving mischievously. “Bad boy.

Put that hand back.”

His face taut and his eyes now glowing, he obeyed, but I could tell it killed him to listen—but hot damn, it made me horny. His cock jerked around behind me, especially when I leaned down and bit him again. But this time, though he shook and groaned, he let me have my way and I tortured him. Unlike him though, I couldn’t keep it up for long because my own desire roared through my body, demanding satisfaction.

I pushed up from his chest and straddled him. “Tell me what you want,” I said huskily.

“Ride me, baby.”

My sex moistened and I lifted myself until the tip of his cock nudged my cleft.

“That’s it,” he coaxed. “Sit that pretty pussy of yours onto my cock and fuck me, baby. I want to watch you cum on my cock.”

With a moan, I sat down hard, impaling myself. I’d forgotten how endowed he was and I cried out as he filled me in a rush, the swollen head of his cock banging inside me so deep, I swooned for a second. I rocked back and forth on him lightly for a moment, adjusting myself to his girth, and then I got down to business. I braced my hands on his chest and rode him.

Some girls, when they ride a man astride, like to lift themselves up and down.

Personally, I think that’s a lot of work, and does more for the guy. Me, I preferred to slide back and forth across his groin, his cock never actually leaving my channel, but pushing deep. Even better was the friction this placed on my clit. My nails dug into his chest as I moved back and forth, the direct and intense stimulation bringing me quickly to the brink, and completely distracting.

I mewled.

“Want some help?” he growled.

I opened my eyes and had trouble focusing on him. Instead of answering I just nodded. In a millisecond, he’d grabbed my hips and took over for me, sliding me to and fro, sending my already throbbing clit into overdrive. My sex clenched at his cock tightly in a pre-orgasmic tightening.

“Fuck,” he said with a groan and then his cock pulsed inside me as he came. Like a signal, my channel contracted and I collapsed on his chest as once again, ecstasy rippled through my body in a never ending wave which left me limp.

I felt his arms wrap around me, possessively, and his lips brushed the top of my head.

Then I did something I’d never done with any of my sexual partners. I fell asleep in his arms.

When Drake awoke, the scent of sex hung heavy in Sally’s bedroom and he stretched with a grin. What a night! In between bouts of lovemaking and power naps, they’d talked, and talked. The more he’d learned about her, the more he wanted her. He’d refrained himself—barely—from marking her the previous night, something his beast was none too happy about. However, Drake had learned enough of Sally to know she wouldn’t take kindly to him forcing the mating bond on her. Actually, she’d probably cut off his balls and feed them to him if he tried without her consent. Given time—and lots of intense orgasms—he figured she would eventually choose him. Both he and his beast couldn’t wait. In the meantime though, he looked forward to enticing her to become his.

Speaking of whom, she lay draped over him like the most decadent of blankets. He stroked her bare shoulder and she shifted just enough on top of him to get his cock twitching. Her sleepy eyes opened and she gave him a soft smile which framed by her wildly tangled hair sent his erection from semi hard to hang-a-flag in seconds.

“Mmm, I see someone’s wide awake,” she said huskily. She traced a path down his chest with her fingers right down to his cock. Wrapping her digits around him, she stroked him.

He arched into her touch, their lovemaking of the previous night not enough to sate him. Actually, a lifetime of loving her would probably never be enough.

He removed her hand from his prick and she looked at him puzzled. “Hold that thought,” he told her. He rolled off the bed and stood. She smiled at him wickedly and slid her hands down over her belly to the mound between her legs. She parted her thighs and cupped herself.

Drake’s cock jerked, straining towards the molten core she teased him with. But he wanted something specific this morning. He strode into her bathroom and prepped the shower. When he came back into the bedroom, one of her hands still stroked her pussy, while the other rolled and pinched an erect nipple. She’d closed her eyes, and pretended not to notice him. The little tease!

Drake leaned over and bit her nipple. Squeaking, she opened her eyes. Before she could protest, he scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom. He didn’t let her go until he’d stepped into the shower. Once under the hot cleansing spray, he released her, sliding her slowly down his body until she stood on her own.

“Trying to tell me something?” she said with a grin when he grabbed a bar of soap and set himself to the task of washing her.

Drake just leaned forward and kissed her, enjoying her “Ooh” against his mouth when he slid his hand between her thighs and soaped her cleft.

Then he stepped back and soaped himself, ending with his turgid cock. Watching her with hooded eyes, he stroked himself, enjoying the way she licked her lips and her eyes followed his move.

He moved towards her and pushed her back so he could rinse himself with the hot spray. He chuckled at the feel of her hands grasping his cock and tugging.

Moving back, he leaned against the cold tile wall and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Get on your knees and suck me.”

“Excuse me.” Her hand on his cock stilled and she looked at him, her expression torn between indignation and pleasure.

“Suck my cock,” he whispered. To punctuate his order, he threaded his fingers through her wet hair and pushed her down. Her eyes glazed over and she licked her lips as she dropped to her knees in the tub.

Eye level with his cock, she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip. Then, more boldly, she laved his shaft from head to base. But he wanted more from her. And with the hour growing late, he couldn’t wait.

“Open your mouth, baby, and blow me.”

With a strangled moan, she obeyed, her mouth opening wide and inhaling as much of his shaft as she could take without gagging. He let her get away with that for a few strokes in and out, her cheeks hollowing as she suctioned him hard. Then on the fifth pump into her wet orifice, he thrust a little deeper. Her hands slapped against his thighs and she dug her nails in. He groaned when her throat squeezed around him convulsively, but he held the position and she relaxed, resuming her oral pleasure of his prick, but now taking him deeper.

Drake closed his eyes and let his head fall back, both he and his beast basking in the oral attention of the woman who would be their mate. When he felt his cock swell, ready to burst, he went to pull out. But his little hellcat had different plans. She clamped her lips tight around him and one of her hands grasped his balls and squeezed.

“Fuck baby, you’re gonna make me cum.”

She moaned around the steel rod in her mouth and when he looked down and saw her eyes looking at him, hot with desire, he lost control. Heavy cream spurted from him in molten jets, and his hot lady swallowed it all, sucking him dry. Shudders permeated his body, as she drained him.

After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, she finally let his cock loose. But his excellent sense of smell could tell, she was still highly aroused. Reversing their positions, in a flash he had her pressed against the wall, his hands holding her up, for her legs went limp the moment his mouth touched her sex.

Her desire coated her plump lips in a juice sweeter than ambrosia and he feasted on it, his tongue alternately lapping inside her core, and then flicking across her swollen nub.

Her cries grew more and more frantic, their sound rousing his cock for another round.

Still holding her about the waist, he stood, and lifted her. The head of his cock nudged her cleft and he hissed when she thought to take control again, wrapping her legs around his flanks and drawing his shaft in.

But now locked in position, astride him, he controlled the pace. He leaned her back against the wall and securing one arm around her waist, he leaned his torso back so his other hand could pinch and rub her clit. Her pussy squeezed around him at his touch and he increased his pace, loving how she could take what he had to give, and still beg for more.

Harder, he pistoned his hips, her mewls of pleasure changing frequency as she neared her peak. Faster he thrust, the tight, clinging feel of her sex driving him wild.

And then she cried out his name as she came. “Drake!”

The sweetest sound he’d ever heard followed by the most incredible sensation as her channel convulsed around his rod. With a roar his beast echoed in his mind, he came again bellowing, “Mine!”