Chapter Thirty-Four

 

Jerik couldn’t believe it. Medora’s body was every inch as beautiful as he had imagined, and some. He traced her spine with tapered fingers as he toyed with her nipples and noted the gentle curvature. She had a mole above her left breast. She had a café au lait mark on the inside of her thigh. He memorized every glorious imperfection even as he tried to draw out her pleasure.

He felt like a God, bringing her to orgasm within seconds of sucking on her round breasts. He couldn’t wait to see what happened when he tasted her pussy. He picked her up and carried her to the elegant bed in the beach cabana.

“I’m going to make love to you, now,” he promised.

She moaned. “You already are.”

He chuckled and laid her out before him, a feast of sensitized human flesh. “Starting with your toes,” he whispered and began sucking them. Her toe ring clinked against his teeth. He groaned every time he heard her sigh or giggle or whimper. He licked her instep, brought his hands up her shapely calves. She flexed for him, and he appreciated her athletic muscles. With hands gripping her thighs, he worked his mouth up her legs, eyes on the prize before him.

Her virginal tunnel waited, glistening and ripening only for him. To think she had saved this—for one man. And she chose him—it staggered him. It was a gift more precious than almost anything. All of the events of his life had led him to this one pristine moment. The sound of the sea birds, the lapping waves, the hush of wind through the draperies, and this perfect human spread out before him. She made gentle little begging sounds and it stirred his arousal to a fever pitch. It was worth the wait.

Finally, he seized her at the juncture and almost blacked out from her flavor. He heard her moan his name, but he was focused on forever. With a tentative kiss on her tender bud, he then began to plunder her depths with his tongue, swirling amidst the creases and folds, feeling the velvety soft texture of her wet skin, and tasting her musk on his tongue. He groaned and increased his pace, feeling her tremors at his disciplined tonguing. He returned to the bud and swirled around it, and she began to keen higher and higher. With a wet, preoccupied smile he continued his assault, coaxing the bud out from hiding, and then she pulsed and stiffened, followed by a halting shout.

“I’m com-ing-com-ing-com-ing Jerik!”

He chuckled and swiped her with his tongue, hauling himself up to his elbows so he could see the aftereffects of her pleasure. Her pale skin was now flushed with heat everywhere he looked. Her pussy now purple, her nipples now almost red, her erogenous zones pink. She panted, her neck and back arched until she came down.

“Jerik,” she whimpered. “Oh Jerik.”

He thought about prolonging his own pleasure. What if he waited a few more days? He would never get this chance again, to deflower her for the first time. But no. He wasn’t a monk. He licked his way up her belly, dipped his tongue into her navel to her laughter, continued upward to her breasts. This time he was much more cautious. She would come from his lavish attentions to her tits later. But now, he wanted her mouth.

“Kiss me, Medora.”

She opened for him, and he dove into her mouth, wanting her to taste herself on his tongue and lips. He devoured her, sucked her bow lips into his mouth, nipped them, inhaled her breaths. “You’re mine.”

“Yes, Jerik. Now and always.”

He bent to suckle at her neck. He might have to change his ban on blood-sex. Maybe once a century wasn’t enough anymore. Maybe once a month? He would have to be oh so careful. She gasped when he went lower, and his cock tried bursting out of his pants.

“You have too many clothes on, still,” she scolded him. “Take them off.” Then she surprised him when she ripped at his shirt, popping buttons.

He grunted as she yanked, and he helped by unfastening his trousers. Finally, his dick sprang forth in its gigantic glory. He snuck a look at her, catching the surprise and concern that passed over her eyes before she masked them again.

Ah, that good breeding. He wasn’t having any of it.

“I’m huge, Medora.”

She smiled at him. “I’m your girl,” she said. “Do your worst.”

He walked his fingers down to her clit and began swirling her juices around and around. Her eyes grew round, and then he wickedly seized a nipple in his mouth. Sucking unmercifully, she began to whimper and plead, louder and louder, and when her orgasm crashed over her, he plunged his cock deep into her tunnel, feeling the tear and the tightening.

She screamed and froze, her mouth working, but no sound coming out. He stilled, a kernel of worry tugging at him. Was she okay? He gently began sucking her other tit, but as much as he wanted to ride her, he waited it out. Finally, she began huffing again, and slowly gyrating beneath him.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured between her breasts and then all of the torment, all of the waiting, all of the temptation accumulated inside his balls until he could wait not one second more. He rode her for all he was worth, grunting with each push, listening with half an ear to her pleas for more, but focused almost solely on his own pleasure. “Waited.” Grunt. “So.” Grunt. “Long.”

“Jerik, I think I might,” her voice, high-pitched with need, spun a web around his heart. She was going to come again? This human woman was going to be the death of him. His wife. His charl.

He gave a final deep thrust, anchored deep inside her, and unleashed his orgasm with a beastly roar. He flooded her insides, and she screeched with an orgasm all her own, her breasts pearled and jiggly, tempting him to suck and lick again.

“No, oh no,” she whimpered. “I can’t go again.” She cried and grasped him around his back, holding him tight to her. “You’re the most wonderful creature in the universe,” she whispered into his ear.

A smug smile spread across his clean-shaven face. “Then we are a good match. Because you are the most phenomenal female any sun could shine upon.”

“I love you, Jerik.”

“I love you, Medora. My wife.”