Night of the Drakoryans – Teaser

I see something in her eyes now, something encouraging. It is the first glint of curiosity.

“Syrene, my beautiful Syrene. Let me show you.” As I speak, I reach for the hem of her gown and pull it up. I can feel her tremble. I can feel her tense. I hold my breath, fearing that she will bolt. But she stands still. I put my hand on the curve of her hip, and my cock bobs at the feel of her soft, bare skin. I slide it down to the front of her thigh, then to the inside, higher and higher until my hand meets tight, downy curls. I slip one finger into the seam of her pussy, dragging it upward until I find the fleshy hood at the apex of her cleft. I slide my other arm around her waist as I touch the hard knot of her clit, moving my finger in slow, circular motions.

Syrene’s eyes open wide. She rises on her tiptoes, emitting a little “oh” of surprise. I tighten my grip as she begins to wriggle.

“Oh,” she says again.

“Let yourself feel,” I say. “Let me take care of you. Let me give you the pleasure that is your birthright as a woman.”

She is panting in my grasp and moves her hands up to my chest as if to push me away. Her pupils are dilated in excitement, her full lips parted. But she is on the cusp of resisting, and I know this is because she has been conditioned to deny her own needs. I must take control, and I do. I begin to move my finger back and forth, manipulating, teasing. I am rewarded by a surge of wetness, the sweet dew of her first arousal. I sink down to my knees, grasping her hips. I cannot stop myself now, and I sense if I do, she would flee. I must take her over the edge.

I hold her tightly as my tongue dances through the seam of her pussy, lapping velvety petals blooming with arousal. I lathe her aggressively, hungrily, and she cries out. Her hands, which had been pulling my hair, now grasp it, and to my sudden surprise I feel her not pushing me away but pulling me to her. I find the little nub of her pleasure, fully emerged now, and seize it in a gentle sucking bite.

Syrene’s moan becomes a wild scream of pleasure. I grab her round ass, squeezing as I lick and suck and feast on her sweet pussy. I feel her tense and shudder with the force of her first orgasm, but I keep my face pressed tightly against her until the shudder slows to a gentle spasm. Her knees buckle as I stand, and I catch her in my arms and lay her on the bed.

I slide my body over hers.

“What was that?” she asks.

“That was pleasure’s peak.” I smile down at her. “And it was my distinct honor to guide you there.” I smooth her hair away from her face. “Did you like it?”

“Can you do it again?”

I almost laugh from happiness.

“I can do it as many times as you would like me to.”