Rebirth: Beasts Bound

Thyrian’s mouth claimed mine again before I could finish the protest, hot and demanding, his tongue sliding in to tangle with mine in a way that made my head spin.

The water felt cooler against my bare skin but his body pressed close, radiating heat that cut right through it. His scales brushed my exposed breasts, smooth and firm, sending little electric shocks straight down to my core. I moaned into his mouth, the sound bubbling strangely underwater, and he swallowed it like he was starving for every little noise I made.

His hand stayed on my nipple, rolling it slowly between his fingers, pinching just enough to make my thighs press together. God, the pressure between my legs was building fast. I could feel myself getting wet in a completely different way, slick and aching even while surrounded by water. Thyrian pulled back just enough to look at me, those glowing eyes dark with hunger as they roamed over my exposed boobs.

"You look sinful like this," he growled, his voice low and husky, vibrating through the water. "You look flushed.."

I bit my lip, trying to catch my breath even though the pearl made it easy. "Thyrian... the festival... everyone’s outside..." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

But he wasn’t listening. He dipped his head and captured one hardened nipple between his lips, sucking hard while his tongue flicked over the sensitive peak. My back arched instantly, pushing more of my breast into his mouth. Pleasure shot through me like lightning, straight to my clit, making it throb with need. I whimpered. My hands were finally free to grip his shoulders, my nails dug into his scaled skin.

He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same torturous attention, sucking and licking until both peaks were swollen and tingling. His free hand roamed down my back, over the curve of my ass, squeezing the soft flesh possessively as he pulled me tighter against him. He transformed back to his human legs.

I could feel his dick press against my thigh through the thin remaining fabric of the dress bunched at my waist. It twitched when I rubbed my hands against his dick accidentally, and Thyrian groaned against my breast.

"Fvck, Raven," he muttered, coming up for another deep kiss. This one was slower but no less intense, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth while his hands worshipped my body. One palm cupped my breast, kneading it firmly, thumb constantly teasing the nipple. The other hand slipped under the short skirt, fingers tracing the edge of my panties before sliding them aside.

He didn’t push inside. Instead, he stroked my slick folds with two thick fingers, spreading my wetness, circling my swollen clit with maddening slowness. I bucked against his hand, desperate for more fiction, but he kept control, kissing me senseless the whole time. Every moan I let out, he drank it down with a kiss. Every shiver, he felt it and responded by pressing harder against that perfect spot.

My mind was hazy with lust. The purple glow around us made everything feel intimate and forbidden, like the whole world had disappeared except for his mouth, his hands, and the way my legs gently wrapped around his waist holding him in place.

I was dripping for him, aching so badly I thought I might explode from the tension alone.

Thyrian pulled back from the kiss, breathing hard even underwater, his forehead resting against mine. His fingers never stopped their teasing strokes, sliding up and down my pussy lips, occasionally brushing my entrance...

"Look at me," he commanded softly.

I did, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He looked so beautiful like this...silver scales catching the purple light, fins glowing, hair floating around us like dark silk.

"You are so soft underneath," he whispered, then kissed me again, hotter, deeper, tongue fucking my mouth in rhythm with the slow circles on my clit. My hips rolled against his hand, chasing the building pressure. I was so close already, body trembling, nipples tight and sensitive.

He squeezed my breast again, rolling the nipple, and I cried out into his mouth, the sound muffled and desperate. The coil in my belly tightened, my thighs shook as I rode his fingers. Just a little more, just a little....

Thyrian slowed down deliberately, pulling his hand away until only the tip of one finger rested lightly on my clit. I whined in protest, chasing his touch, but he held me firm.

"Not yet," he murmured against my lips. "I want to enjoy you longer."

He kissed me again, slow and filthy, while his hands explored every inch of my exposed skin. Palms gliding over my breasts, down my waist, gripping my ass and pulling me flush against his hard cock. The hardness made me gasp. I rubbed against him shamelessly, feeling how big and ready he was, even though we both knew we wouldn’t go all the way here.

The make-out grew hotter Thyrian sucked on my tongue, bit my lower lip, then trailed open-mouthed kisses down my neck, leaving little marks that would probably show later. Every touch set my nerves on fire. My pussy throbbed painfully, slick and swollen, begging for a good fvck.

I lost track of time, lost in the heat of his mouth and the skilled way he played my body like an instrument. The festival noises above us felt distant, the purple glow keeping our sinful little world private.

Thyrian’s fins brushed my legs, his scales teased my sensitive skin, and his hands never stopped worshipping me; squeezing, stroking, pinching, rubbing until I was a moaning, dripping mess in his arms.

"Thyrian..." I breathed his name like a prayer when he finally returned his fingers to my clit, rubbing faster this time.

He kissed me deeply, swallowing my cries as the pleasure built higher and higher, leaving me trembling on the edge, desperate and dripping, completely lost in him.

The water around us felt warmer now, charged with heat, I felt my core burst open and my juice gushed out.

Fvck! My orgasm hit hard!