And where she seemed to need him most was her clit. Tugging at his horns, she brought him to the tight little button his people called a “Goddess pearl.” Storn was more than willing to suck it into his mouth and make love to it with his tongue, stroking the sensitive little bundle of nerves with long, slow, delicious licks.
He was rewarded for his efforts by Mia’s moans and the bucking of her hips. Even better was the fresh flow of honey that coated her already slippery folds. Storn lapped it eagerly, thinking he had never tasted anything so delicious in his life and gods, he wanted more! Wanted to feel her coming as he lapped her and sucked her sweet, hot pussy that was wet and ready just for him.
And it did seem that Mia was close to coming.
“Storn!” she begged, tugging at his horns restlessly. “Storn, please…please, I’m so…so close! Just need…need a little more…”
Breaking the intimate kiss, he looked up for a moment, nearly panting with desire.
“Will this help, lovely one?” he growled softly, and slid two fingers into her honeyed depths.
“Oh!” Mia gasped and her inner walls squeezed him tightly, welcoming him in and begging for more.
“Gods, so tight!” Storn groaned, feeling his shaft surge again. He wished he was buried to the hilt in her, filling her with his Mating Knot! How he longed to mount her and make her his—to Claim her completely and bond her to him!
But you can’t do that, he reminded himself. Just be content with making her come—you’re lucky you get to lap her sweet pussy and taste her honey one last time.
Bending his head again, he began a long, slow lapping over her throbbing clit and slippery inner folds even as he thrust his fingers slowly in and out of her inner channel.
“Oh…oh!” Mia moaned breathlessly. Her grip on his horns tightened—her little hands felt so good Storn could hardly stand it!
Thrusting deeper into her, he lapped harder, rubbing his shaft—which was half-unsheathed—against the mattress as he continued pleasuring his female with his tongue.
He was certain he would come when she did, but Mia surprised him by suddenly jumping ahead.
“Storn…Storn!” Moaning his name like a prayer, her back arched and her body stiffened with electric pleasure. At the same time, Storn tasted a fresh gush of honey and felt her inner walls clamp desperately tight around his fingers. Using his horns ruthlessly, she dragged him down even as she rode his face, shamelessly rising on the tide of pleasure that was coursing through her.
Storn stayed with her, lapping her clit and thrusting deep with his fingers, prolonging her pleasure as long as he could. But when at last he felt the final quivers die away, he had to take her in his arms.
Pulling her close, he kissed her deeply, feeding Mia her own secret flavor, which made her moan again and kiss him back, gripping his shoulders and back tightly.
“Storn,” she gasped at last, when he finally broke the kiss. “Storn, please—make love to me!”
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“What?” He pulled back, frowning, his deep chest rising and falling with passion. “Mia, you know I can’t do that!”
“Just…just hear me out,” Mia begged. She was panting too, but at least the air was flowing smoothly in and out of her throat. Storn had somehow healed her both inside and out—for which she was very grateful. But now she needed more from him than healing—she just hoped the big Satyr Kindred would be willing to give it to her.
Storn was still frowning, but he nodded reluctantly.
“All right—what do you want?”
“Just to feel you a little way inside me,” Mia begged softly. “Please, Storn…” She looked into his face, pleading with her eyes. “I don’t want to let you go without having you in me, just once. And you can’t…can’t bond me to you unless your Mating Knot goes into me, right?”
“Well…” He frowned, seeming to consider. But Mia could feel him weakening. He didn’t want to go without making love at least once, either—she was sure of it.
“Please, Storn—give me something to remember you by,” she whispered. Reaching up, she started sliding her hands over his horns, caressing their curves teasingly, stroking them almost the same way she would stroke his shaft.
“Ah, gods!” the big Satyr groaned. “Your little hands on my horns are so tempting, lovely one. I shouldn’t but…” He sighed. “I can deny you nothing. Very well, I will fill you but we must take things slowly. Your little pussy is so tight, I’ll need to spread a lot of my pre-seed over your soft folds to get you ready for me.”
“I don’t mind,” Mia whispered. Spreading her thighs wider, she opened herself even more to him. “Go ahead, Storn,” she murmured. “Get me ready for you. Help my pussy open up for your cock.”