#marcolee

Coralee wasn’t sure at first, but now she’s certain.

Marco has been between her legs for at least ten minutes, slowly working her up with his mouth and fingers. The beginning of their evening had been sweet, as it often was, and he’d gotten her all laid out before him with that easy manner of his.

Certainly he noticed how she was looking at him through the evening. Even when she didn’t want him physically, she still needed to see him. It was soothing, knowing he wasn’t far even when he couldn’t be right there next to her. 

Every time he’d find her afterward, soft kisses on her cheeks and lips, almost praising her for being good while he was otherwise busy. It was nothing so direct, but a soft reassurance that she wasn’t annoying him, that he was grateful for her attention even when he couldn’t return it.

Usually, he’d relax her, easing her open and bringing her over the edge at least once, if not more, before finally going further. Especially when there was plenty of time like there was tonight.

But as the second near orgasm ebbs away, Marco’s lips against the curve of her thighs, and his fingers moving slowly inside her, she’s certain he’s denying her on purposes. He’s too good for it to be accidental.

The problem is, she doesn’t know what to say. Looking down at him, uncertainty and need on her face, she can feel the heat flood her cheeks when his eyes shift from her pussy, to her eyes. The long, slow, careful lick of his tongue against her folds pulls a soft gasp from Coralee’s lips.

“Something on your mind, little pearl?” He muses, thumbs spreading her labia carefully as he licks her folds.

“Mmm… I, um…” Shaky words fall in pieces from her mouth, the soft sounds turning into a moan when he sucks on her clit. One finger inside her, his mouth working her clit, she’s lost any train of thought she had to the sweet, focused pleasure. 

The desire and need coils tightly in her abdomen, tightening the muscles in her legs and making her heart race. It’s the third time the pleasure’s built up, and it’s so much faster than before, since he’s focusing on all of her most sensitive places.

Fingers gripping the bedding, Coralee’s hips shift involuntarily, chasing the sweet sensation that moves closer and closer to what she’s craving. A little bit longer and—.

Marco stops again, kissing above her mound, his hands moving over her legs and hips. There’s no denying the whimper she meant to keep to herself, and the grin of his lips as he kisses her tummy tells her he for sure is doing this on purpose.

“Tell me what you want, my treasure.” He says, the loving endearment soothing her aching frustrations. He’s standing up, leaning over her as his kisses move up her tummy to her breasts. 

“Tell me,” he kisses one nipple, his tongue just barely flicking over it. “Exactly,” he emphasizes the word by doing the same to the other nipple. “What you want.”

Embarrassment floods Coralee’s face and mind, and her hands cover her face before she can even think to stop them. Marco’s hands are at her wrists, gently, but firmly, moving them away from her face before he leans down and kisses her trembling lips.

“It’s… it’s embarrassing to even think about,” she admits softly, unable to meet his gaze in the heat of her rattled state.

His hips shift and she can feel him rub against her slit. 

“It’s cute how that embarrassment turns you on,” he teases her, fingers lacing between hers, and bringing her hands down to the  bedding. The movement pushes her breasts up a little and he leans down to press kisses against her skin. 

“So wet just thinking about begging for me, yoi.” Marco’s words are kind, despite the teasing in them. His lips press kisses into Coralee’s chest, moving close to her nipples, but never quite teasing them again. His thighs are keeping her legs open, his hold on her is keeping her in place. She could leave, and a single word would put a stop to it, she knows this.

But he’s not wrong.

She doesn’t want him to stop, she wants him inside her. She wants to cum against his cock and make all the sounds he wants her to.

And right now, there’s only one way she’s going to easily get that.

“Puh-please,” the stuttering sound is enough for Marco to kiss her nipple again, making her gasp and moan. “Please… Muh-Marco, I…um…”

He licks her other nipple, sucking on it and making her throw her head back in a shivering mewl. His lips seem to so easily send euphoric jolts into her body no matter what he decides to do. It’s so maddening, but she loves it, and him.

“You want this,” he says, rubbing his length against her slit, and she nods. “Say what it is, yoi.”

“Y-your… cock.” She manages, licking her lips and suddenly feeling like she needed more air, her breathing speeding up slightly. “I want your cock, please.”

“Mm… and where,” he emphasizes, pressing the head against her entrance without pushing inside. “Do you want it?”

“In-inside me! Inside, please!”

“Inside where, treasure?” 

“My, my,” Coralee bites her lower lip, whining at the word on the tip of her tongue, but Marco doesn’t do anything to save her. “My—.”

“Look at me, yoi.” He commands, a tone in his voice that leaves no room for dispute. Maybe because it sends a sweet shiver down her spine, or maybe because she’s too addled to even consider disobeying, but her eyes find his and the embarrassment makes her clench.

“I… want your-your cock, inside-my-pussy, please. Please Marco!” The desperate edge of her begging turns into a sweet moan as he pushes inside. She’s so wet with need it’s enough to let him fill her sweetly, the long steady thrust making her feet curl, and her fingers tremble against his hands.

Moving her hands to his shoulders, he lets her nails rake against his skin, flickers of teal and gold flames healing the small tracts easily. He engulfs her, his warm body all around her, rutting against her clit with each shift of his hips. His lips are sweet against hers, licking and nipping at her neck and ears when she needs a moment to catch her breath, or when her sweet sounds are too delicious to interrupt.

The rush of embarrassment had her shivering beneath him faster than usual, the sweet sounds of euphoria right by his ear were all he needed. Holding onto her and listening to her moans as he continues to fuck her through her orgasm, the extra thrill from it making her legs twitch and eyes water from the light over-stimulation.

“You’re okay, you did so good.” He praises her, the last few thrusts being enough to bring him over the edge. The sensation makes Coralee’s body squirm a little beneath him, and he kisses her softly before brushing her sweat-slicked hair away from her face. “I knew you had it in you, my beautiful pearl.”

“Haa…” Coralee sighs in satisfaction, a soft smile slipping along her lips, the afterglow easing her embarrassment and making her playful. “Right now, I have you in me.” She hums, giggling quietly when Marco snorts a short laugh, rolling his eyes.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

Coralee asks Marco one evening in their shared cabin. The both of them had some overlapping time off, which called for a quiet night in enjoying each other’s company. After dinner and a shower, they dressed comfortably and settled in. Marco was propped up in bed with a book, his arm draped around Coralee who lay against his side with a book of her own. Marco had no idea what she was reading that would prompt such a question.

“What?” he chuckles, setting his bookmark between the pages and turning to her.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” Coralee repeats, trying and failing not to crack a smile.

“Are you sure you want to know the answer, yoi?” Marco’s grin is mischievous. He pulls her in close, leaning in to kiss below her ear, whispering, “birds eat worms, you know.”

Coralee squeals in surprise as he bites the sensitive area gently. “M-Marco!”

Setting his book down, Marco goes to cage her in with both arms, giving another bite lower on her neck. She can feel his tongue tease the teeth-indented skin, making her shiver and giggle.

“Hey!” Sensitive and ticklish, she squirms, pulling away from him and wriggling off the bed. Marco has a moment to appreciate her ass sticking out as she goes over the edge and stands up.

“Is that how you want to do this?” Marco pushes himself to stand, stretching his neck.

Coralee knows a warning when she sees one. Giggling with excitement, she dashes off, hearing Marco’s footsteps behind her.

“Don’t run, little morsel!” Marco calls after her.

“No!” she laughs.

There’s not much room in the cabin, so Coralee has to jump on and clamber over the bed. Marco’s got so much height on her, it only takes a few strides for him to catch up, but she can tell he’s letting her stay ahead.

He pounces after a few short circles. Transforming his arms into beautiful blue wings, he only needs to flap once with his powerful arm muscles to catch her mid-step and knock her onto the bed.

Marco pins her by the arms, crouched on hands and knees over her. She squirms when he grins, face flushing in embarrassment and excitement.

“Got you, little morsel,” he says, licking his lips. “I’m hungry, yoi.”

He bends down to kiss her, open-mouthed and needy, making her dizzy with the stroking of his tongue. His next kiss is on her throat, then at the top of her cleavage, leaving little nips in his wake.

“Marco,” she gasps as he lowers himself. He wraps his fingers around the hem of her pajama shorts and underwear, pulling them both down with one motion. She can’t help but cover her face as he spreads her legs, then her labia.

“Is that wetness I see?” he says in gleeful surprise, taking off his glasses. “I guess you like being caught, is that it?”

“I—!” Coralee’s words die on her tongue as Marco’s traces her clit. Before she can even think to form a sentence, he’s got his arms around her thighs, mouth buried between her legs. He starts off relentless, licking her clit with the long, flat edge of the muscle in steady strokes. “M-Marco!”

He doesn’t respond, just licks and licks, every stroke making her clench around nothing, leaking a little more from her glistening center. His tongue circles around her clit, pulling it into his waiting lips, where he sucks in it gently.

Coralee cries out from the intensity, toes curling. Marco pulls away for a moment, giving her a reprieve, before going back and suckling on her clit again, drawing more sweet noises from her. Every time he pulls away, he admires how her pussy clenches and leaks.

“Such a pretty sight, yoi,” he murmurs before going down and licking a stripe from her opening to her clit, spreading the slippery fluid. He groans at the taste, this time dipping his tongue into her center. Coralee can feel his tongue elongate, transforming into its zoan length as it presses and probes inside her.

Marco tongue-fucks her first like he’s trying to lap up every drop of her essence. He’s not shy about getting off on the taste, and it only takes a few seconds before he’s pushing down his pants to free his cock. He jerks himself off, overcome with the scent and taste of her, and with her lovely little moans.

“Mmm,” Marco groans into her vulva, tongue reaching deep and curling up with practiced expertise to press and stroke her g-spot.

“Marco!” Coralee cries, gripping the sheets and bucking her hips into him with a gasp as the sensation radiates from the base of her spine. “Oh, p-please!”

His grip on her thighs tightens possessively, his face pressed so firmly into her that he probably can’t breathe. Coralee claws at the sheets, before the feeling of Marco’s tongue insistently nudging her g-spot has her fingers digging into his hair, pulling at the base. He moans, stroking himself faster, tongue-fucking her harder.

Marco’s arms are long enough that he can still reach her clit with the arm that’s wrapped around her thigh. He takes advantage of that to press his thumb on the base of her engorged clit, rubbing firm circles that have her seeing stars.

Coralee’s legs cross around his shoulders as the orgasm blooms from between her legs, pulling him even closer, a soft, shaky cry announcing her peak. Marco moans again at the feeling of her walls spasming around his tongue, continuing to press and thrust while she rides it out. Overcome with her in all senses, he can’t hold back and spills onto his stomach with a deep groan of, “Coralee…!”

The two of them lay boneless in the blissful throbbing of their climaxes, Marco pressing kisses to the inside of her thigh. He regains his senses first, crawling up to lay at her side. He pulls her in for a kiss that tastes of her, and to his surprise, she moans. It must have been to her surprise, too, because her eyes are wide in shock when he looks at her.

“Oho?” Marco says, smiling slowly. “Did you like that kiss? Did you like how it tasted, Coralee?”

“I…well…” she stammers, avoiding his eye, but he tilts her chin to look at him.

“Look me in the eye, yoi,” he commands, pleased with his new discovery. “Tell me.” Coralee shyly meets his eye. “Y-Yes, Marco.”

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, pulling her in for another kiss. He rolls on top of her, embracing her close while they make out. “Sing for me, yoi. Let go.”

His encouragement, along with his heated kissing, is enough to get her moaning sweetly into his mouth. He can’t help himself, he starts grinding his hardening bulge against her leg.

“I need you again, it seems,” he whispers, voice thick with need.

“Then have me,” she replies huskily, “I want everything you have to give, Marco.”