I prop my cock against the inside of her thigh, bulging and ready to burst with rich seed.
"You still need to be conditioned. Your pussy is too tight," I say. “Plus, you’re sick. I don’t want your fever to come back.”
"Please," she begs, mouth hung in disappointment.
I slide a third finger in, but it barely fits.
I shake my head and quickly suck in a breath. "I like it when you beg."
"You are torturing me," she says.
"Let me teach your body," I whisper.
She drops back. Her legs spread open for me; heels placed firmly against the edges of the tub. "I know my body," she says.
"That might be true. But an alpha is born with an innate sexual sense," I say. "Just tilt your head back and close your eyes."
She follows my instructions and lets her body drift in the water. Propping her legs around my shoulders, I tease her lips with the tip of my tongue.
Her legs shake, and she lets out a quiet laugh, but it's caught short as soon as my mouth latches onto her clit. Tongue sliding down, licking and sicking up the soft and succulent flesh, making sure I don't give too much but just enough for her clit to buzz.
I was born to do two things, fuck and kill. What human men have spent thousands of years failing at, I succeed. I make her wet because I am alpha.
She opens for me, dripping sweet tasting nectar.
I tease her soft sponge and rotate my tongue. She moans and sucks in a quick breath. She can hardly s
peak. "This is... this is... oh fuck."
I spread her open more, sliding in a fourth finger. My hand scoops her open. Since her eyes are closed, I'm not sure that she's aware of how much of my hand is inside her.
I pause to ensure she is receptive.
"More?" I ask.
A wave of energy shakes her body, and she twitches pleasingly. "M-M-More."
My lips fall against her ear. "Such a good girl," I whisper.
Leaning forward, I arch my wrist. I slide my mouth around her clit and work her into a frenzy. She doesn't know it, but her pussy is gaping around my fist.
I have her in the palm of my hand. Not quite literally, but close enough.
Her stomach spasms.
She howls in pleasure, a sound that kicks my primal instincts into overdrive. I force my fist in and out of her sweet pussy, watching as her hole grows for me.
I can't believe my eyes.
Her orgasm guides her back against the tub. Every nerve tenses, and her eyes finally fling open. "I... love... this," she chatters.
"Look down," I command.
Her pussy wraps over each finger. I keep tapping against her spot. Her sweet honey pours down my wrist and floods into the hot water.
Her jaw flings open. "Oh, God. I'm... coming!"
I slide my hand out and stand over her. She swings her legs and places her hand around the porcelain edges to settle. From above, she looks like a fish out of water.