[—that is enooooooough…!]
Cecilia wailed in her mind, begging, keening, crying through the bond and made both Arkai and Eastiel freeze in place. Her body convulsed. Her thighs clamped around Oathran's head with the force of a vise, and her back arched so sharply that the telekinesis holding her aloft flickered.
But Oathran did not stop.
He hummed against her. The vibration traveled directly from his throat into the swollen bud of her clit, climbing her spine like lightning and exploded behind her eyes in a supernova of white-hot pleasure.
His tongue never paused and his lips never relented. He simply held her there, suspended on the edge of oblivion, and drank, lapping at her overflowing slick, swallowing every drop of her arousal like she was the finest vintage ever poured.
The telekinesis held her steady even as her body convulsed, even as her hips bucked against his face, even as her fingers locked around his horns.
[Oathran—I'm about to—]
