Chapter 203: Ghost Hands Go Brrr | Gacha Bonus

I lower my head and claim her nipple between my lips and make sure my fangs are hidden, tongue flicking slow and deliberate over the taut peak until her gasp punches the air from her lungs.

Her fingers claw into my fins, anchoring me there as heat surges through her skin, her heartbeat hammering against my tongue like a frantic drum.

I switch sides, sucking hard, the wet pull making her thighs quiver while the scent of her arousal thickens the air around us. My smoke coils lower, sliding along her hips without resistance this time, cool tendrils brushing heated flesh as I hook her panties and drag them down her thighs, calves, and off entirely. The fabric rasps over her skin, leaving her bare and exposed.

She shivers under the drift of smoke against her slick folds, legs parting on instinct, her cunt glistening in the low light. I taste the salt of her sweat on my tongue, hear the ragged hitch of her breath, feel the tremor racing through her muscles.

I kiss up her jaw to her ear, voice rough. "You good, or you want me to wreck this pretty wet juicy cunt?"

"Don’t stop," she breathes, voice already frayed, her inner voice screaming for more even as her body submits.

Permission granted, I press two smoke fingers between her legs, finding her drenched slit and rubbing slow circles over her swollen clit. She bucks hard, nails biting my upper coils, the wet sound of her juices coating my smoke fingers filling the space. "Maste-r," she chokes, and the way my name spills from her wrecked throat.

I work her patient and relentless, curling inside her tight pussy, smoke thumb strumming her swollen clit while I watch every twitch cross her face.

Her hips grind down, greedy for it, back arching off the pillows as her silver hair spills wild. My smoke teases her nipples cold and light, making them pebble harder, while her hands roam my scaled chest, tracing ridges where smoke meets solid muscle. "You’re so strong," she whispers, voice husky with awe and submission. "What you turned into tonight... You didn’t hesitate, fuck that made me so wet."

"Wasn’t gonna let anything touch what’s mine," I growl, thrusting my fingers deeper, feeling her clench and spasm around them. Her thighs clamp tight, but my tail uncoils from behind, wrapping her wrists and pinning them to the sheets in a firm, unyielding grip, no pain, just control. She tugs once, testing the bondage, and moans louder when it holds, her inner thoughts flashing hot with the thrill of being restrained, dominated.

I settle between her spread thighs, looking up at her flushed face. "Hold on, my love. Gonna feast on this dripping cunt till you beg. Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so responsive to my touch."

Her eyes widen as my longer, forked tongue flicks out, lapping slow over her clit before splitting to hit two spots at once. The taste of her honey explodes on my tongue, god, it’s so sweet, musky and addictive. She cries out, hips jerking up, the sound echoing off marble while my smoke coils around her thigh, a tendril pressing just enough against her entrance to tease without entering.

That praise does something to me, some primal itch that wants more of it, so I dip my head down between her thighs and drag my tongue flat against her slit, tasting all of her in one long stroke. She cries out, hips jerking, and I dive in deeper, tongue curling inside her tight heat, working her open the way I know she likes.

Right when her thighs start shaking, right when her moans go high and desperate, I pull back.

She whines, actually whines, hips chasing after my mouth that isn’t there anymore. "Why’d you stop..."

"Because you’re mine," I say, voice low, dragging one claw slowly up her inner thigh. "And I want to hear you ask for it."

"Matt—"

"Wrong name, and say please." I press a kiss to her hip bone, right next to where she wants me, deliberately not where she wants me. "Tell me who this pussy belongs to."

Her chest heaves, silver hair sticking to her damp skin, eyes glassy and wrecked. "Yours," she gasps out. "It’s yours, please, I need your mouth back in me, please, Master-

"

Something feral in me purrs at that; God, I want to hear it again. I want to own every single sound coming out of her.

"Louder," I growl, breath ghosting over her clit without touching. "I don’t want good enough, say it like you mean it."

"It’s yours!" she cries, hips bucking up toward my face, desperate and shameless. "Only yours, nobody else gets to touch me like this, please-master."

That’s what I wanted. That’s exactly what I wanted.

I dive back in without warning, tongue flicking hard and fast against her clit while two fingers of smoke curl deep inside her, and she screams, back bowing off the bed, thighs clamping around my head like she can’t help it. I don’t let up, don’t slow down, chasing the way her whole body shudders under me like an earthquake.

"That’s it, good girl," I mutter against her, feeling her clench tight around my fingers. "Come for me, show me who owns this."

She falls apart right there, loud and messy and mine, nails raking down my scales as her whole body seizes and shakes through it. I keep my tongue moving slow through the aftershocks, milking every last twitch out of her until she’s a boneless, whimpering mess on the sheets.

I hum low, vibration rippling through her core, and she clamps around my head, thighs trembling. I push deeper, tongue thrusting into her velvet heat, curling and stroking her inner walls as her juices flow down my chin.

She babbles my name broken and desperate, body rolling, every sense overloaded, the slick glide, the sharp tang, the sight of her pinned and writhing, the wet squelch of my tongue fucking her.