Chosen Bride of the Seven Dark Princes

Chapter 164 - Look Babe, No Hands!

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]

For a moment, Slate's body felt so weak he could barely stand. His woman was such a tiny thing, but all it took for his strong body to come crashing down was her tiny little pink tongue, licking the tip of his manhood.

He exhaled with force and reached out for her head. Gathering her long blonde hair in both hands, he urged her head forward. His body had been aching for so very long, he could not stand too much of the light teasing touches.

Candace reached out to grab the base of his erect member and gently pulled back his skin. Slowly, she moved her head until she had taken half his shaft into her mouth.

And then she began sucking in earnest.

His stomach quivered with joy as he gritted his teeth and endured the delicious feeling of her tongue, swirling around the base of his shaft as her mouth encompassed the head of his shaft.

Barely able to breathe, he rubbed her head, combing his fingers through the silky strands of her blonde hair. It felt like heavenly silk in his hands.

Then, when he thought his pleasure could not rise any higher, his desire shot up a notch as she moved her head forward and swallowed him deep into her throat.

"Haaaaaaahhh!!!" He panted.

Unable to hold back, his body began to buck on their own accord.

Holding her head in place, he began moving his body, thrusting his swollen manhood deep into her throat. With each thrust, Slate could feel his control slipping away.

Not good.

Slate had to stop for a moment to retract his claws as they began to sheath. Even his fangs were starting to lengthen as his thirst for her blood began to rise.

He pulled himself out of her mouth and moved both of them onto the bed with her on top of him.

In this position, she could at least have a bit more control which would allow him to rest on the bed so he could maintain control on his body's natural reaction. He did not want to inadvertently cut her with his sharp fangs or claws.

Slate could not bear to hurt Candace. He would rather chop his wings brutally off his body and be maimed forever than to cause any harm to her.

This realization hit him so hard that for a few seconds, he was barely aware that she had split her legs and straddled his waist.

Reaching down for his shaft, she began positioning the head of his member in between her wet petals.

With a single bounce, her body had swallowed him to the hilt.

"Aaaaaarghhh!!!"

They both gasped together. The head of his shaft had hit her cervix with that once bounce. The feel was so intense, Slate almost came.

"Hold on Love. Don't move." Slate panted. "Ease up. You're gripping me too tight darling. Ease up."

The walls of her muscles began to relax around his shaft and Slate took a deep breath. They had barely just started but he'd been starved for so long, he could barely hold onto his need to release.

Slate closed his eyes and thought about the war that was coming.

His manhood throbbed.

He focused on the war meeting that was going to happen in thirty minutes.

His manhood throbbed.

He began reciting 'The Art of War'.*

His manhood throbbed.

Forget it. He could not hold back. He only had thirty minutes left anyway.

He opened his eyes as he felt Candace pull him out of her body.

Rising up above him, she lifted herself completely off his body and leaned forward until all he could see of her were her two large breasts, hanging mere inches from his face.

It was only then that he realized the position she was in.

His little minx was crouched on her strong dancer's haunches with her legs bent under her. As she balanced on her feet, her arms were reaching past his head, hands pulling against the headboard to keep herself upright.

She moved her body until she could feel his manhood on her petals and with a swing of her hips, she had captured him inside of her.

"Look Babe. No hands!" She giggled.

Slate couldn't even laugh.

The feels came back so strongly, he clutched at the sheets, desperately trying to keep his claws from protracting.

Fully aware of his struggles, Candace began bouncing on his shaft.

At this angle, he could see her large breasts jouncing up and down with the rhythm of her movement. The sweat-drenched taut muscles of her stomach, worked the motions along with the strength of her slim thighs.

He wanted to touch her but he was afraid his claws would hurt her, so he continued to grip the sheets, letting her do whatever wanton thing she wanted to do to him.

Since her body was completely lifted off him, all of a sudden, Slate's entire focus shifted on the only thing left he could feel of her.

Everything concentrated solely on the slick muscles sloshing and rubbing together between their legs. Nothing else existed but that one connection they had together.

The thick length of his hot slick member was sliding in and out of her body, and it was all controlled and orchestrated by his tiny little woman.

Candace was starting to reach the crest and she started wailing, her shrieks reverberating around the room.

She began panting and moaning. Sweat rolled off her face and in between her breasts, dripping down to the flat planes of his chest.

The smell of her excitement was making him growl like a hungry wolf, picking up the sweet heady scent of his mate. His fangs began to grow, and he could feel his wings began sprouting from under his body.

Unable to hold back any longer, Slate rose up and pierced her left chest, bitting down with his sharp fangs. As he injected her with his serum, his mouth sucked her blood into his body.

"Aaaaahhhhh!!!"

She gave a last desperate cry as she reached climax. The pleasure and pain mixed in together until she could no longer tell what was pleasure and what was pain.

As the rolling waves of pleasure rolled through her body, Candace could feel the warmth of his liquid serum flowing through her bloodstream and racing throughout her entire being. Her body warmed and she quivered with ecstasy.

Her climax pushed Slate over the edge as the intense feeling of all the nerve endings on the head of his shaft overwhelmed him.

He thrust his hips twice more, rubbing himself into that hot wetness that was her love canal. At the moment that he let loose, the shard that was the Avgo embedded within his heart released itself.

"Aaaaaaargghhhh!!!" He cried with the pain of release as his heart muscles felt as if they were nearly torn apart.

The sheer electrical discharge ran through his body and continued coursing through his shaft, through that one single point of connection he had with his woman.

With a last agonizing burst of pleasure, Slate spent himself within her body, gifting her back in return, the Avgo shard that she had given him.

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'The Art of War'. Sun Tzu