Felicity's Beast World Apocalypse

Chapter 294: Silly Cat

"Oh-oh fuck, Dimitri, oh my god" Her voice cracked, going high and breathless. Her hands found his head, fingers tangling in his dark hair, and she pushed him deeper, grinding against his mouth with a desperation that matched his own.

He licked and sucked and drove his tongue as deep as it would go, savouring every drop, every twitch, every gasp she made. Her inner walls clenched around his tongue, trying to pull him deeper, and he could feel her building toward another peak, her thighs trembling on either side of his head.

The door opened.

Dimitri didn’t look up. Didn’t stop. But he knew who it was. He could smell the snake, that particular blend of pine and earth and something metallic that belonged exclusively to Exile. The idiot had come to tell Felicity about the attack. To explain what Victor’s cryptic shouting hadn’t covered, to interrupt.

Dimitri’s eyes lifted from between Felicity’s thighs, his tongue still buried inside her, and he met Exile’s gaze across the room.

His eyes were literally burning. He could feel the heat of them, the crimson glow casting shadows across Felicity’s flushed skin. He was staring at Exile with an expression that would have reduced a lesser man to ash. It was pure, unadulterated murder wrapped in the most civilised silence.

Felicity was panting beneath him, her blue eyes glazed and unfocused, her lips parted and swollen. She turned her head toward the door, and when she saw Exile, something soft and warm and loving crossed her expression. A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth even as she struggled to breathe.

Dimitri’s jaw tightened.

He’d been stalking this woman for weeks. Obsessed. Consumed. And now he finally had her, finally had his tongue inside her, finally tasted the woman who was, in every way that mattered, his wife, his existence, his entire fucking world. And this snake had the absolute gall to walk through that door.

If looks could kill, Exile would have been a red smear on the wall.

Dimitri forced himself to stop staring. It was taking every shred of self-control he possessed not to get up and rip the snake apart. Instead, he reached for his power, the nullification field that lived in his chest like a coiled serpent and pushed.

The effect was instantaneous. Exile’s eyes widened as his power drained away, his enhanced strength and senses evaporating like water on hot stone. His knees buckled. He hit the floor hard, catching himself on his palms, and the shock on his face was almost satisfying enough to make up for the interruption.

Almost.

"I, shit, sorry" Exile scrambled backward on his hands, his legs still too weak to stand. "I’ll, I’ll go. I’m going. Sorry. Sorry."

He dragged himself through the doorway and into the hall, the door swinging half-shut behind him, and Dimitri heard him muttering apologies all the way down the corridor.

Felicity’s hand came to rest on top of his head, her fingers threading gently through his hair. She gave him a light pat, almost chiding, almost affectionate.

"Silly cat," she murmured, her voice thick with arousal and amusement.

Dimitri growled against her cunt, the sound vibrating through her entire body, and she gasped, her hips jerking. He went back to eating her out with renewed ferocity, his tongue circling her clit before plunging deep again, fucking her with his mouth while his hands gripped her thighs and held her open.

Her back arched off the bed, a broken moan spilling from her lips. "Don’t stop, please don’t stop, haah-"

He had no intention of stopping. Not now. Not ever. The world could burn. The gate could crumble.

Two thousand people could die screaming in the courtyard, and he would not lift his head from between her thighs. This was where he belonged. This was where he would stay.

His tongue found that perfect rhythm, long, deep strokes that made her toes curl and her breath hitch, alternating with rapid flicks against her swollen clit that had her writhing and begging. Her juices flowed freely now, coating his chin, dripping down his throat, and he drank her down like a man dying of thirst.

Her hands tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, and he could feel the tension building in her body, the trembling, the quickening of her breath, the way her inner walls began to flutter and clench around his tongue.

"Close-I’m so close, I’m g- im gonna im going to-" she whimpered, and the sound went straight to his cock, which was leaking precum onto the sheets in a steady, agonising stream.

He doubled his efforts, sucking her clit into his mouth while his tongue continued its relentless assault, and Felicity shattered. Her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, her entire body seizing, a scream tearing from her throat that was loud enough to rattle the windows again. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his tongue, flooding his mouth with her release, and he groaned against her, swallowing every drop, refusing to let a single taste go to waste.

She was still trembling, still gasping, when he finally lifted his head. His face was soaked, his lips glistening, and he licked them slowly as he looked down at her, flushed, wrecked, beautiful beyond comprehension.

"Now," he said, his voice a dark, guttural rasp, "I’m going to fuck you until you forget your own name."

Her pussy throbbed like a raw, open wound, slick juices painting her inner thighs in a sticky, shameful glaze. He lifted his dripping chin from her pussy, that predatory gaze devouring her trembling wreckage. "Mine," he growled, the sound vibrating deep in his chest, primal and final. Not a question. A fucking decree carved in stone. "Every fucking gasp, every fucking tremor, every drop of wetness leaking from this perfect cunt, belongs to me."

His hands, thick-fingered and rough, clamped onto her hips like iron handcuffs. No tenderness, just ownership, and she fucking loved it. He hauled her ass off the furs, positioning her trembling body with brutal efficiency. One knee shoved her legs obscenely wide, exposing her glistening slit, swollen lips puffy and light pink, glistening under the dim light like forbidden fruit. Her breath hitched, a terrified whimper escaping her bruised lips. He didn’t care. He craved that fear, that submission.