Chapter 9

Kael

Her cock brushed my belly when she leaned in — hot, heavy, so hard and perfect at the same time. I felt it pulse where her skin touched mine — felt my breath catch sharp behind my teeth when her hand curled under my jaw and tipped my face up until I had no choice but to meet her eyes.

I couldn't look away. I didn't want to. Even with my thighs slick and trembling, even with the soft ache throbbing between my legs like it wanted to swallow her whole, I couldn't remember why I should want to run.

"You are such a good boy," she purred — voice softer than silk, sharp enough to cut the last of my shame to pieces. Her thumb brushed my lower lip, teasing it open until my tongue slipped out to taste the salt of her skin.

She laughed — low, delighted — her mouth curving wicked where she pressed it to my cheek. "So sweet. So soft. My perfect little cat."

Her hands slid down my chest — warm palms dragging over my ribs, my stomach, every shallow breath I tried to swallow quiet. When her mouth followed — slow kisses, small bites, hot tongue laving at the marks she left behind — my spine arched off the sheets like I couldn't help but beg for more.

I felt the slick drip soft where my thighs spread wider under her hips — shame and heat tangled together in the small tremors that made my tail flick uselessly against the sheets.

She worked her way lower — mouth grazing the inside of my thigh, teeth scraping gentle at the spot where my pulse throbbed too fast to hide. Her hands pressed my knees apart — wider, then wider again, until the cool air hit the mess she'd coaxed out of me.

I whimpered — a soft, broken sound that made her hum like she'd tasted something sweeter than blood.

"Look at you," she murmured, voice dark silk slipping into the heat pooling in my belly. "So wet for me already — all this pretty sweetness, just for my mouth."

I choked on a breath when she ducked lower — the first drag of her tongue against my slick hole so soft I thought I might shatter from it. My hips twitched off the bed — her hands slammed them right back down, palms flat on my thighs, pinning me wide and helpless under her mouth.

She didn't rush. She never did. She teased — long, slow licks that brushed the edge of where I needed her most, her breath warm against my raw skin while she sucked soft kisses just above where my heat dripped for her.

I couldn't stay quiet. I tried — teeth digging into my lip until I tasted copper — but it slipped out anyway, a low moan that cracked higher when she slipped her tongue inside just enough to taste how open I was for her.

"Please," I gasped — voice shredded around the word, my claws scratching useless at the sheets where I tried to find something solid to hold. "Please, Mistress— please—"

She laughed into me — the vibration making my thighs shake, my back arch. "Such a polite boy," she purred, voice muffled where her mouth pressed deeper, tongue flicking just inside where my slick dripped warm for her. "Say it again."

"Please— oh— gods— please—"

She hummed, pleased — her tongue pressing deeper, slow little thrusts that made my head spin when her nose brushed the base of my tail. She licked me open like she owned every trembling inch — teasing circles, slow drags, sharp little flicks that made my hips buck against her grip no matter how hard she held me down.

When I moaned too loud, she pulled back — just enough to blow a soft breath over my raw, slick hole, her mouth curved wicked around a smile I could feel but couldn't see.

"More?" she asked — voice low, dark, full of teeth I could almost feel even when she was gentle.

I nodded — frantic, shame burning behind my eyes when the word slipped out like a sob: "Yes— please— Mistress— more—"

She purred for me — warm, pleased — and ducked back down. Her tongue slipped deeper this time, slow circles that made my toes curl in the sheets. Her nose bumped my tail again, her hum rumbling sweet through my bones as she worked me open with her mouth like she'd do it forever if I begged pretty enough.

I felt my cock throb soft against my belly — untouched, leaking into the silk below while her tongue ruined every lie I'd ever told myself about what I needed.

Every flick, every soft suck at the rim of me sent sparks up my spine — heat blooming so bright behind my eyes I thought I might choke on it.

Ravished. That's what she made me — soft, spread wide, dripping under her tongue like I was made to be eaten this way.

And when she pulled back just enough to breathe against me, her voice was a promise that melted straight into my gut.

"Good boy," Lilith murmured, her breath hot on my slick skin. "You taste better every time I feed from you like this. Open wider for me. Let me have it all."

And when her tongue slipped back inside — deeper, hungrier — I knew I'd give her everything she asked for and beg her not to stop.

Her tongue slipped deeper — heat blooming through my spine so bright I thought my bones might melt around it. Every flick, every soft suck made my thighs tremble where she held them spread wide, pinned against the silk like she never meant to let them close again.

I couldn't hold it in. The sound. The want. The raw, shaking word that cracked through my teeth before I knew I'd given it voice.

"Please—" I gasped — my tail flicking helpless under her wrist where she pressed it down. "Please— Mistress— please, I want—"

She didn't stop. Just hummed low against me — tongue dragging slow circles, slipping deeper until my eyes rolled back, my hips stuttering against her grip.

"Say it," she murmured — her breath hot where her mouth hovered just above my raw, slick hole. "Tell me what you want, little cat."

Shame burned my throat — but the ache was worse. Hot. Hollow. So hungry it made my claws curl in the silk.

"Please— inside— Mistress— please— I want—"

She laughed — soft, dark, wicked enough to make my gut clench around nothing. She pulled back just enough for her breath to brush my slick skin when she spoke.

"Oh, sweet thing." Her thumb traced my rim — slow, teasing circles that made my hips buck up into her hand. "You want all of me, don't you?"

I nodded — frantic, breath breaking soft between my teeth. "Please— want— want you inside— please—"

She leaned up — her mouth catching mine in a kiss that tasted like ruin and sweetness all at once. When she pulled back, her smile curved sharp enough to cut the last bit of my shame loose.

"You can't have it. Not tonight."

I flinched — the word cutting deeper than her teeth ever could. "Why—?" The question stuck in my throat, tangled up in a moan when her thumb slipped just inside, pressing soft where her tongue had left me slick and open.

She brushed her mouth against my ear — voice a hush that melted down my spine. "You're too empty already, Kael. I've taken too much of you tonight — your sweetness, your strength. If I gave you all of me now, you'd break before you could beg me to stop."

I wanted to say I didn't care. That I'd take it — break for her, let her ruin every soft piece I had left. But my mouth wouldn't shape the words — not when her finger slipped deeper, crooking just right to drag a cry out of my chest I couldn't bite down.

"Next time," she purred — her tongue tracing my jaw while her finger pressed that sweet spot deep inside, coaxing more slick around her knuckle. "Next time I'll split you open so wide you'll forget what it feels like to be empty."

I moaned — hips jerking when her other hand wrapped around my cock, stroking slow, so careful it made the heat coil too tight to hold.

"Please— Mistress— please—" The words slipped out between broken gasps — my spine arching off the sheets, tail twitching where her thigh pinned it down.

"I know," she whispered. "Give it to me. One more time."

Her finger pressed deeper, twisting just right — her palm stroking my cock until I couldn't swallow the sounds anymore. It hit too fast — my body clenching around her hand, heat flooding my belly in a bright, helpless wave that ripped the last of my breath away.

I felt the slick spill over her palm — my moan breaking on her mouth where she caught it, her tongue soft and sweet against mine as my vision flickered at the edges.

"Good boy," she murmured. Her voice was the last thing I heard — warm silk, sharp teeth, the soft weight of her palm against my spent cock as the darkness dragged me under.

I came — and the world slipped away, sweet and silent, with her mouth pressed to my throat like a promise I'd never outrun.