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'Holy hell.'
Arthur raised a hand to his head, feeling the full weight of it settle in. He felt drained and wrung out like he just got out of a sauna.
He looked down.
Vespa's face was still covered, her amber eyes bright above the mess, a smile spreading across her lips like she'd just received the finest gift anyone had ever thought to give her.
He reached under the bed, pulled out the rag he kept there, and tossed it toward her.
"Here. Clean yourself up." A pause. "I don't want to kiss that beautiful face of yours with my cum all over it."
Not one to object, Vespa caught it without complaint. She pressed the rag to her face, soaking up what she could, then raised it above her open mouth and squeezed.
The drops fell.
She swallowed them with a slow, satisfied exhale the kind that came after a meal that actually delivered on its promise.
Her amber eyes found his.
"Honey." Her voice had gone warm and low, entirely too pleased with herself. "Your cum is so tasteful." She tilted her head, tail swaying. "So full of essence. So lively."
She looked straight at him.
'Is she a freak?'
He shook his head slowly.
He reached for her, pulling her up onto the bed.
"What did I tell you?" His voice came out easy, and unhurried. "Told you my bloodline was potent."
Vespa's smile widened.
"That it is hubby."
"Now—"
He pressed his mouth against hers.
Her lips parted for him immediately, warm and sweet, and he let himself sink into it no hurry, no performance. Just the two of them falling into each other as the night stretched out ahead.
Arthur ran his tongue against hers, pushing into her mouth testing, probing, trying to establish dominance over Vespa..
Vespa let him try.
Then she took over.
Her tongue outmaneuvered his with embarrassing ease, curling around his and guiding the whole exchange wherever she wanted it to go. And as if that wasn't enough, her hands were already moving, sliding across his body with practiced precision, fingers finding pressure points he hadn't even known were there. Her tail joined in, coiling and striking soft and deliberate, each hit sending a fresh pulse of sensation through him.
'This woman.'
He'd never worked this hard in his life just to hold his ground. Every other time, his instincts had been enough read her, find the weak points, take control. Simple. But Vespa wasn't giving him anything simple.
However not one to back down, he moved his own hands.
He found her chest, fingers pressing into the soft weight of her breasts as he used his hands to search her. He found her pressure points the same way he found everything else: by paying attention.
Her body answered immediately.
A twitch ran through her. The heat pouring off her skin climbed a degree, then another, her movements faltering for just a moment before steadying again.
'That's more like a bitch in heat.'
He pressed his advantage.
Arthur grabbed hold of her breasts and pulled his mouth from hers, dragging his lips down her throat, her collarbone, until he reached his destination. He drew one dark nipple into his mouth and sucked.
Vespa's back arched.
He didn't stay long. His tongue traced a line across the center of her chest to the other side, slow and deliberate, before his mouth closed over the second. Back and forth — left, right, left — hands groping and kneading while his mouth worked, treating them exactly as he pleased.
"Hubby—" Her voice came out breathless, broken at the edges. "Right there. Suck my nipples."
He obliged.
Then he pulled back to the tip, caught it between his teeth, and bit down gentle enough, but with intent.
Vespa jolted hard. Her body couldn't sort the pain from pleasure; it only flooded her mind with one thing. Pleasure
She shuddered as a full-body shake, starting at her chest and rolling outward through her.
"Yes—" The moan spilled out of her before she could help it. "More, hubby. More."
Her tail had lost all pretense of patience. It coiled around him and stroked slow, praising passes up and down his back, rewarding him for every right move the way you'd praise something that had finally figured out exactly what you needed.
He didn't let up.
His mouth stayed locked on her chest, relentless, sucking like he had nowhere else to be and nothing else to want and all the while his hands kept moving, fingers finding pressure point after pressure point across her body, each one a precise little bite of sensation that jolted through her nerves and fed directly into everything already building.
Too much to process all at once.
"Oh — hubby—" Her voice was fracturing now, losing its shape. "Hubby, I'm gonna — it feels so good, I'm gonna—"
He heard it. Felt it in the way her body was tensing beneath him.
He lowered one hand.
His fingers slid under the hem of her miniskirt, pushing past the fabric, finding her center. He circled slowly brushing over her clit in a tight circle edging her on.
"I'm gonna cum—"
He pushed one finger inside her.
Vespa's whole body answered. A sharp twitch, then a full unraveling her back arching off the mattress, her tail snapping rigid, the moan that tore out of her carrying no performance in it at all. Just her, completely undone, her body clenching around his finger as the climax rolled through her from the inside out.