Carolena gasped when Carnage bent her almost in half, his hands pressed against the backs of her knees to keep her in place, then shouted nonsensically in response to his tongue running the length of her womanhood. Carnage raised his head and looked up the length of her body to look her in the eyes. She was panting, fire in her heavily hooded eyes, as she tried as best she could to lift her hips and return his attention to the place it was before. He smiled seductively, and while continuing to meet her eyes, he reached his tongue out toward her, just not quite making it to his desired target. He wiggled the end of his tongue as though it was not quite long enough. She huffed at him, “Carnage!” she begged breathlessly.
He watched her as he slowly lowered his head and again ran his tongue the length of her, top to bottom. She dropped her head back on the pillows and became one mass of sensation. All she knew were the places he was touching her, his hands behind her knees, her feet resting on his shoulders, his lips and tongue between her legs. He licked and suckled and quite accidentally found a special little piece of flesh that made her almost lunge out of his grasp when he suckled it.
His head popped up to look at her. When she lifted her head to see why he stopped, he asked, “Huurrrt?”
Carolena shook her head vigorously, “No, no hurt. Very good! Please, don’t stop.”
He grinned and went back to the little, round, firm piece of flesh he’d found at the top of her womanhood. He suckled it and ran his tongue over it while he had it pulled into his mouth. She shivered and moaned, goose flesh rising up on her skin, but she didn’t push him away or tell him to stop, so he didn’t. After a few moments more of this, she arched her back, said, “Oh, my God! Yes!” and screamed while holding him to her by his horns as she ground her soft folds into his mouth. He allowed her to ride his tongue and lips, loving the flow of satisfaction from her body. He slowly lapped at her, until her grip on his horns weakened. When she finally released him, he crawled up her body, kissing a path to her breasts again.
Carnage held himself above her, his body aligned with hers, slowly rubbing himself back and forth in her hot wetness. Carolena eventually came back to herself and looking down their bodies, took him in hand, and ran her fingers over him, from base to tip. He was huge, and she said as much, “So hard,” she whispered.
Carnage nodded.
“Does it hurt?” she asked.
Carnage nodded harder.
A look of mischief came over her face and she smiled slyly, “Would it feel better if we put it — here?” she asked as she ran the head of his cock back and forth between her dripping folds.
Carnage closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation.
She stopped rubbing him back and forth.
His eyes popped open, and he glared at her.
She laughed, then asked, “Would it feel better?”
“‘Esss!” he practically snarled at her.
She lined him up with her opening and pulling her legs up and over his waist, started to push.
Carnage thought he’d pass out at the pleasure racing up his spine from being held inside her. He slowly pulled his hips back and pushed a little further in. She was so tight, so tiny, that it was very slow going.
She moaned and reaching down, used her own hand to pull her folds a little further apart to try to accommodate him.
Carnage pulled back and pushed in again, this time pushing all the way, until he felt her telltale barrier. He pushed gently, and she caught her breath. Damn, this was going to hurt her. He couldn’t hurt her. He’d heard that human women who had never had sex had a barrier that had to be broken, and it was painful for them. He just ever so slightly pushed again, and she whimpered. Nope, he wasn’t going to hurt her.
He pulled out of her, sitting back on his heels, rubbing his own hand up and down the length of his cock. The glistening drop of precum proof that he wasn’t that far away from satisfaction himself. But he still couldn’t hurt her. He licked his lips, the taste of her still lingering. His claw brushed against his lip, and suddenly he knew what to do.
“Please don’t stop. We can make this work,” she said.
He nodded at her and pushed her legs up toward her chest again, laying down between her legs, his face just inches from her center. He opened his mouth and took all of her into his mouth, using his tongue, lips and teeth to work her into a frenzy once again. When she was panting and rocking her hips in response to his ministrations, he grasped her ankles one at a time with his right hand, bringing them to rest on his shoulders. Her feet pressed against his shoulders, letting him know that she was firmly planted there. Then he used his tongue to search through her swollen, pink flesh until he found that little rounded nub again. He suckled it, teethed it, tongued it and didn’t let up until she started shivering again, her entire body tensing up. He slowly, carefully pressed a finger inside her. Her walls clamped down on it, and he had to try not to smile in satisfaction as he continued to tongue her to completion. He very slowly rubbed his finger inside her, in time to his tonguing until she tipped over the edge into ecstasy. And the very moment she did, he pushed his finger further inside her, using the tip of his claw to tear through the barrier keeping him from finally claiming his woman. Once the deed was done, his finger remained inside her, giving her something to cling to as she rode out her pleasure. When she calmed, and the clamp she had on his finger lessened, he slowly pulled it out of her and put it directly into his mouth where he looked her in the eye as he suckled it clean. He climbed back up her body and started all over. Only this time, he rubbed himself against her, and through her wetness, coating himself so that he wouldn’t hurt her when he slid inside. Because this time he wasn’t stopping. When she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, he lined himself up and pushed. The head of his cock popped right inside. He waited for her to adjust and when she reached for his hips to pull him closer, he pushed a little further in. He moved slowly so as not to cause her discomfort, but gradually, he managed to push almost all the way inside. One more pull, and a push to go deeper, and he was fully seated inside her, pushed up against her tightly, her legs around his waist, one of his hands at the back of her head, wrapped in her hair, the other planted in the pillows beside her head, holding himself up. He rocked his hips experimentally, and she moaned. He paused, giving her time to adjust. Carolena surprised him. She used her legs to bring him in tighter; then, she whispered, “Why are you waiting? Don’t hold back. I love you, the real you, give me you.”
He didn’t hesitate; he pulled back and pushed back in. She seemed to like it, so he did it again and again. Soon he was slamming himself inside her, his hand now at the top her head to prevent her head from banging into the headboard. Carolena held on for dear life, loving every sensation, every moan, every snarl that her Goyle emitted, or brought forth in her. She was meeting his thrusts, every single one with a thrust of her own. Finally, he adjusted his angle and just as her body clenched around him, Carolena calling out his name, he threw his head back, roaring, slamming his hips into hers, shoving his cock as deep as it could possibly reach, smashing into her cervix as he emptied himself into her. He held himself there, feeling his seed leaving his body, filling his female with all that he was.
Carolena wrapped her arms around Carnage, her legs still around his waist, luxuriating in the feel of his hot semen filling her womb. Slowly catching her breath as her heart rate returned to normal. The single most amazing day of her life, burning itself into her memory, into her womb. Once they’d caught their breath, Carnage released her hair and leaned back a little to be able to see her face. “Kay?” he asked.
Carolena nodded, then smiled at him seductively, “Yes, I’m more than okay, but…”
Carnage’s eyebrows scrunched up; did he do something she didn’t like? Or maybe he didn’t do something she wanted. He raised his eyebrows, a question clear on his face.
Carolena giggled, then cupping his face in one of her hands said, “Can I have more, please?”
Carnage
rumbled low in his chest, pulling slightly out of his female before slamming back in. Her skin again pimpled in gooseflesh, and she moaned her pleasure.
“Yes, just like that, harder, faster.”
Carnage was only too happy to oblige. Neither got a nap, in fact, no rest at all until well into the wee hours of the morning.
Chapter 19
Enthrall carefully wrapped the loaves of bread in clean kitchen towels. He did the same with several jars of fig and peach preserves and placed them carefully in a basket, along with Carolena’s clothes, for ease of carrying. He gathered the small slate boards, the boxes of chalk, and the book that Carolena had been reading to everyone. He ran his finger over the gilt image of the beast embracing his beauty on the cover of it. Carolena had indeed claimed her beast — of this he had no doubt. Enthrall took a deep breath, gathered everything he planned to take to her, and ghosted to the grove of Eucalyptus trees he knew Carnage had built their home in. Rather than just show up at their home uninvited, he’d decided to ghost close to it, then walk the rest of the way, more than sure that Carnage would be aware of his presence as he got closer. Before their home came into sight, he could hear Carolena’s voice carrying clearly in the early morning light. Enthrall made sure to step heavily, to brush against the lower branches of the shrubbery, to be sure that his approach was noticed.
The stairs came into view, and he tilted his head up to take in the home that Carnage had made for her. He was truly impressed — Carnage had done well. His eyes took in all the details and followed the line of the stairs to the deck, where the little gate was closed. He was not surprised to find an annoyed Gargoyle looking back down at him.
“I’ve brought some things for you and Carolena,” Enthrall said, slightly lifting the filled basket and the slate boards in his hands.
He could hear quick footsteps, then Carolena’s face peered down at him over the railing surrounding their raised deck. “Enthrall! Good morning!”
“Good morn’, Carolena. I’ve brought the rest of your things, the slate boards for the children and some jams and breads. I hope you don’t mind me dropping in uninvited,” Enthrall said.
Carnage growled deep in his chest at the same time Carolena said, “Of course not. Come on up.”
Carolena didn’t even look at Carnage, but tapped his shoulder lightly with the back of her hand, while saying quietly, “Hush, Carnage. He’s brought my things and gifts, and he’s asking respectfully for permission to visit.”
Carnage continued to stare down over the railing, but did not make a move to invite Enthrall into their home. Carolena turned to him, “He’s our friend, Carnage.”
Carnage looked at her for only a moment longer before deciding that it would be best to invite Enthrall versus raising the ire of his newly claimed mate. After all, they were actually bound now, no one could take her from him. Carnage stepped to the gate, unlatched the little catch, and pushed the gate open, indicating to Enthrall that he should come up.
Enthrall smiled, bowed slightly, and started up the stairs as he said, “Thank you, Carnage.”
Enthrall stepped through the gate and onto the deck that supported Carnage and Carolena’s home. Before he could say anything to either, Carnage whispered, “Mine,” as he walked past him at the gate.
Enthrall did not hesitate to answer swiftly, “Absolutely.” Then he addressed them both, “Thank you so much for welcoming me into your home. I knew Carnage was making a place for you, but I had no idea how wonderful it was. You’ve done a great job, Carnage.”
“Hasn’t he, though?” Carolena said, looking around the deck and the trees surrounding their home.
“He has indeed,” Enthrall answered. “Here, I’ve brought your things and some bread and goodies. I’ve also brought ‘La Belle et la Bete.’ I thought surely you’d like to have it.”
“Oh, I can’t take your book! It’s part of your library,” Carolena told him.
“Please, it is my gift to you. I’d be honored if you’d accept it — as a housewarming gift,” Enthrall said sincerely.
Carnage had snatched the book from Enthrall’s hand as he’d held it out to Carolena and was running his hands over the cover as though it was a very precious thing to him. He loved the book, he loved when Carolena read to him, and he loved the story. He’d not yet found out how the story ended, but he loved that the beast and the beautiful girl were meant for each other; just like he and his Carolena. At least he hoped that was how the story would unfold.
Carnage grinned and held the book up to show Carolena. Carolena laughed and spoke to Enthrall, “Well, then I’ll accept it.” She indicated Carnage, “Obviously I’m not the only one who loves the story.”
Enthrall chuckled at the sight of the huge, imposing Goyle cradling the book in his hands as he grinned like a child. “You are most welcome. Both of you.”
Carnage clapped Enthrall on the back and indicated the table with his chin.
“Thank you, Carnage. I’d be most pleased to join you,” Enthrall said.
Carnage waved toward the table with one hand and walked away, disappearing through their front door only to emerge a moment later with another chair. He placed it at the table where Carolena and Enthrall were laying out one of the loaves of bread and the preserves. They each took their seat, and Carolena tore off pieces of bread and spooned out fig preserves onto the small plates beside the slices of cheese already on the table. One plate was shared by Carnage and Carolena; the other was placed before Enthrall.
“I can see that congratulations are in order. I am happy for you both,” Enthrall said, a huge smile gracing his face.
Carolena looked at Enthrall, confused.
Enthrall smiled, trying to let her know he knew they’d finalized their claim without being too bold and embarrassing her. “You’ve, ah, completed your claim. You are officially a couple. Congratulations.”
Carnage grinned happily around his mouthful of bread and preserves.
Carolena blushed slightly, and looking at Carnage, smiled as she said, “Thank you, Enthrall.”
After they’d enjoyed their breakfast, Carolena asked excitedly, “Would you like to see our house?!”
“I would, very much so,” he answered.
Carnage followed them through the house as Carolena excitedly pulled Enthrall from room to room chattering about all the things Carnage had put in their home for her.
Enthrall looked over his shoulder a time or two to see Carnage grinning ear-to-ear, beaming with pride at pleasing his female so well.
It wasn’t long before they heard little voices chattering and exclaiming at the house up in the trees, followed by a more masculine voice, “Hey! You have company down here! The least you could do is provide us with a way to tell you we’re waiting!”
Enthrall shook his head. Carnage let out a soft grumble that sounded much like an ugghhh. Carolena chided them, “Now, be nice. He’s our friend, too.”
Carnage raised his eyebrow at her.
“Well, he is. He’s trying. You just don’t understand him. Give him a chance. Come on, let’s go invite him in,” Carolena said.
Carolena rose from the couch to go outside with Carnage following. When they got outside and looked down to see their visitor, Carolena exclaimed, “Oh! It’s Seth and Serena, too! Hi, babies! Hello, Simon! Come on up!” she unlatched the gate and held it open as she waited at the top of the stairs for them to finish their run up to the top.
Destroy, who was the owner of the voice that had announced their arrival, fell into step behind Simon and his kids as they climbed the steps toward Carolena. “I’m down here, too. Not one word of greeting for me,” he mumbled.
“Destroy, you know I’m happy to see you. You are always welcome,” Carolena told him.
Carnage immediately started shaking his head, his eyes squinting, his mouth screwed into a scowl.
“Stop that!” Carolena scolded him, “Destroy is my friend.”
Carnage remembered what Carolena had told him ab
out trying to control her friends and decided that now was not the time to push the issue. He’d just have to make sure that he and Destroy came to an understanding later.
“This is just the best house ever!” Serena cried out as she ran full speed toward Carolena waiting at the top. Seth was a bit less enthusiastic as he followed his sister up the stairs, “Could have told us you was moving.”
“Were moving, Seth. Could have told us you were moving,” Carolena corrected. She addressed their father, “Simon, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for the children’s lessons this morning. I was surprised with our new home last night, and the move to here was so sudden that I didn’t even think to let you know. I’m very happy you found us, though. Please, come in, join us on the deck.”
“Thank you, Miss Carolena. I understand. Thank you for inviting us up.” He looked around the outside of the home, the deck, the trees. “This is very nice. Carnage sure provided for you well. He must have thought of everything.”
Carnage inclined his head to the male and offered his hand to shake. Simon looked at him momentarily, surprised, before taking Carnage’s hand in his own and shaking it briefly.
Destroy, being Destroy, couldn’t just be complimentary, “Yes, well, if he’d truly thought of everything, he’d have made some sort of way for visitors to signal they are waiting. And to be sure you’re safe, he’d have made a pulley system to raise and lower the bottom set of stairs to keep anybody from just walking up them if you don’t want them to.” He swung the little waist high gate closed behind himself, “This is not any protection. More a formality.”
Carnage growled softly in response. Enthrall chuckled, having no doubt that Destroy had been waiting for Carnage to move Carolena in so that he could offer criticisms about anything he could find to criticize.
“You still gonna teach us, Miss Carolena?” Seth asked, somewhat of a pout still in his voice.
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