Now & Forever pt.3 [ULTRA HR] (Patreon)

[...Cont from previous post]

The more he shifted his hips against Ezrael's, the more Alaric felt his own member harden and burn with desire, his body heat engulfing his smaller, cooler female and warming her by proxy.  His muzzle found hers and he took a sloppy kiss from her maw, slippery saliva hanging between them for a moment as he positioned himself against her slit, grinding against it repeatedly in slow, rhythmic motions.

Impatient as ever, Ezrael groaned with desire and need, her claws biting at the flesh on his shoulders and back as she ran both paws along his spine, trying to pull him into her so on one of his teasing thrusts he'd slip in; to no avail.  Alaric carefully avoided sinking into her, only nudging at her opening and slipping his length against her piercing, prodding at it every so often. She'd been consumed by the moment now, and embarrassment had left her, only the simple desire for him to fill her with both himself and his seed was on her mind. Through many more sloppy kisses, she moaned into his mouth, arching her hips and back to pinion upward and against him, the heat from his body driving her wild with need. 

For but a moment he sat upright, running his hand between them, up her stomach and to her chest, fondling a nipple before sliding his massive paw between them and on his shaft, deliberately rubbing and grinding against her, teasing her into thinking he'd give into her wants, but somehow he reigned in his own lust and knelt back down on an elbow, forcing his snout into her neck fur and kissing into it, his hips resting against hers as he continued to rile Ezrael up. He wondered how long he could hold out like this, and when she growled his name softly, saying she wanted him, he felt himself twitch. "This is all I've wanted...for weeks," he said into her neck, kissing up toward one of her sensitive ears, tugging it in his teeth before letting go.  

Alaric ran his free hand up her side and over her shoulder, caressing Ezrael's face and peering into her green and silvery eyes, leaning in to kiss her softly, deliberately, slowly; his tongue playing at hers, drawing moans from them both. When he broke it, she dug her nails into the small of his back, pulling his body into hers. "Take me," she demanded, licking her maw, tasting him in her mouth. "Mark me as yours, and I'll mark you," the words made him twitch again and he felt one of her hands slip between them and grasp his slick member, her smaller hand stroking from tip to base of his shaft, squeezing and squishing her fingers in the wetness that clung to him. [To be continued...]