The Cold She-wolf

Chapter Fifty-nine: as my lady pleases

Merlynn's POV

I ran my hands along the soft skin of her belly up to the thin valley between her breasts. I cupped her bosoms in my hands and smiled as the juicy flesh melted in my hands. They weren't a perfect round size or a handful, and they were a bit heavy on the bottom from what I could tell, but that's exactly how I like it. Heavy but soft. Her nipples almost matched the color of her pussy, just leaning closer to the pink shade. Her nipples were pointed and slightly hard. Not hard enough yet, but I can fix that.

Despite the glare, her body arched into me as I trailed my hand between her legs. She barely had any hair on her skin, but the little one she had stood erect with anticipation. I felt the sticky wetness of her arousal as I slid my fingers up her tight opening to her clit. Her cry was muffled, but the small sound and the buck of her hips against my hand was a good and satisfying reaction. I restrain my movements, making them gentler and slower; tantalizing. Krystal growled and rotated her hips, asking for more. I smirked at the murderous glare in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I thought you didn't want this," she scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Now where's that beautiful mark of... oh right! There it is!" I chirped buoyantly and leaned down to kiss the spot that had taken the form of an icy blue butterfly leaving a trail of golden flame behind it. I bet she hates butterflies. It's a shame she can never take it back.

I planted kisses on her mark, her ultimate weakness. The moment my lips made contact with it, I felt her resolve crash through the bond. I ran my tongue along the sensitive spot, nibbling and sucking on the smooth skin of her neck. With my free hand, I untied the scarf, then trailed my tongue to her ear and took the soft lobe into my mouth. "I want to hear you moan when I go down on you. I'm going to say it once, sweetheart, and you have to give me an honest answer. What do you want me to do for you?"

"I want you to eat my pussy," she said without hesitation. I leaned back with a smug smirk. "Now that wasn't so hard to say, was it, sweetheart?" She pursed her lips and grimaced. Let's not push her too far.

Giving her a toothy grin, I slipped down her body to position myself between her thighs and released a breath on her sensitive clit, causing her to arch her back further away from the bed. She rolled her hips, pushing her wet sex into my face. I was never one to eat pussy. I can count the number of times I've done it with one hand and still have two to spare. But Krystal was an exception. She was my mate and she smelt fucking delicious. I jut out my tongue and stroke her leisurely, giving her a bit of what she should expect but tantalizing her with the sensation.

I continued to swipe my tongue over her nub languidly, frustrating her with the wait. Krystal groaned and whimpered, "Lynn, please," she begged, "just eat my damn pussy like a fucking starved barbarian," she cried.

"As my lady pleases," I began furiously lapping my tongue at her folds, slipping into her tight channel and massaging the warm, tight muscles. Krystal moaned, squiggling and muttering inscrutable words as I licked her juices. I thought there was nothing compared to my face but it turns out the sounds of her moaning my name in pleasure is a better adversary. Her naked body was a beautiful winner on its own. "I love the way you taste. You taste so damn delectable, Poppet. I could eat you for every meal," I slipped a finger gently into her and she clenched down on me, groaning with desire. She was so tight.

I wasn't going to wonder if I was her first, I already knew I was. Krystal was a killer, not a sex addict. I still expected her to be a bit loose. It was selfish but I couldn't wait to feel her wrapped around me. This kind of tightness would make a great fuck. And the fact that I was going to expand her inside to fit me alone. I'll need to be gentle the first few times and it might be difficult to control myself, but I can do it. I'm confident.