Chapter 409: Primal Purring? Nah Primal Hissing

She moans into me, and I feel it vibrate through my whole body. My tongue explores her mouth, slow and deep, and she sucks on it like she’s starving for something only I can give her. She doesn’t pull back. She takes it, matches it, tangles her own tongue against mine like she’s trying to fight me for control and losing on purpose.

My tendrils form without me even thinking about it. Two of them slide out of my chest, red and slick, shaped rough like hands but smoother, stronger. I wrap one around her waist and the other drifts up her side, tracing the curve of her ribs before cupping the full weight of her breast.

She arches into my palm immediately, nipple already hard, and I roll it between two fingers made of pure slime.

"Matt." Her voice catches.

"Yeah?"

"Don’t stop."

Like I was planning to. I squeeze a little harder, feel her shiver, and she grinds herself against my lower coils, the ones holding her up off the ground. She’s humping me, slow at first, then faster, her hips rolling against the thick muscle of my tail like she can’t help herself.

I let her. I even help, flexing against her, giving her something to grind on, feeling how wet she already is through what’s left of her ruined dress. The scent of her arousal hits me hard—sweet, musky, mixed with the faint electric tang of her fairy magic. My coils slick with her juices, and every roll of her hips sends a jolt straight to my cocks, both of them throbbing and leaking pre-cum in thick strands.

My other tendril slides lower, down her stomach, past her navel, until it finds the soft heat between her thighs. She gasps the second I touch her clit, her whole body jerking like she’s been shocked.

"Oh."

"There she is." I circle it slow, feeling her squirm against me, her hips bucking to meet my fingers. "You’re so wet already, Bridget. All this for me?"

"Shut up and keep going," she breathes, and I laugh low in my chest, the sound rumbling out of me like distant thunder.

I keep going. She’s humping my coils harder now, her clit grinding against my slime fingers while her breast fills my other hand, and I lean down to kiss her neck, tasting salt and sweetness and the electric hum of her magic under her skin. She tilts her head back to give me more room, and I take it, dragging my mouth down to her collarbone, biting just hard enough to make her gasp again.

"I want you inside me," she says, breathless, needy, nothing like the composed fairy who had welcomed me home and offered me dinner. "Now. Please."

Please. From her, that word alone nearly undoes me. My inner thoughts race—fuck, she’s mine, this perfect little fairy begging for my monster cocks, her body trembling with want. I pull back just enough to look at her, soaking in the sight. Her hair a mess around her shoulders, her lips swollen from kissing me, her chest rising and falling fast. She’s magnificent. She’s exactly what I wanted the second I saw her waiting for me at home.

"Hold on to me," I tell her.

She does, wrapping her arms around what passes for my shoulders, and I let my body do what it wants to do. Both my cocks slide free at once, thick and red and already dripping, the lower one veined and blunt, the upper one slightly curved for that perfect angle. I position her right where I need her, tendrils tightening around her waist and thighs, spreading her open. She feels it, both of them pressing against her entrance from behind and below—one nudging her slick pussy, the other teasing her tight ass—and her breath hitches.

"Fuck, Matt... both?" she whispers, but her hips push back, greedy.

"Yeah, both. Gonna fill that fairy cunt and that pretty ass at the same time. You ready to take your alpha’s cocks?" I growl, voice rough with dominance. My tendrils bind her wrists behind her back, holding her in place as I push forward. The first cock breaches her pussy with a wet squelch, sliding deep into her heat, her walls clenching hot and tight around me. The second presses against her ass, slick with my own slime, forcing past the ring of muscle inch by inch until it’s buried alongside the first.

She cries out, a mix of pain and pleasure, her body stretching around the double invasion. "Oh god, so full... fuck me, please."

I don’t hold back. I thrust up into her, coils flexing to lift and drop her onto both cocks in a steady rhythm. Her pussy grips the lower one, dripping down my length, while her ass milks the upper, the slick sounds filling the room—wet slaps, her moans echoing off the walls of our home. I can smell the sex now, thick and heady, her juices mixing with my slime. Taste her sweat on my tongue as I bite her shoulder. Feel every shiver, every clench.

"Take it, Bridget. Such a good girl, letting me wreck both holes. You love this monster dick, don’t you?" I snarl, one tendril slapping her ass hard, leaving a red mark on her pale skin. She yelps, then moans louder, grinding down harder.

"Yes—fuck, yes, harder!"

I ramp it up, pounding into her with primal force, tendrils pinching her nipples, another circling her clit again. Her body bounces on me, tits jiggling, sweat-slicked and flushed. Inner thoughts hit me hard—she’s perfect, submissive and wild, her magic sparking against my slime like lightning. I feel her tightening, walls fluttering.

"Come for me," I demand, voice thick. "Come on my cocks."

She shatters, screaming my name, pussy and ass spasming around me, milking both shafts. The sight of her coming undone—eyes rolled back, mouth open, body shaking—pushes me over. I roar, flooding her deep, hot cum pumping into both holes, overflowing and dripping down my coils. We stay locked like that, her slumped against me, breathing ragged, my tendrils stroking her gently now.

"Matt..." she murmurs, voice hoarse, a soft smile on her lips. I hold her close, the intensity fading into something warmer, her body still twitching with aftershocks. She’s mine, and fuck, I never want to let go.