Akur (Restitution #3)

Akur

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Akur

Her skin was like soft fabric under his palm. Every touch drew new sounds from her—little gasps and moans that made his pouch swell with the pressure beneath it. Dragging his mouth from that soft mound on her chest to her throat, he breathed in her scent. The pulse there fluttered against his tongue, fast and strong.

“More,” she swallowed, the movement of the word passing through her throat making him nip her lightly, a groan rumbling past his lips. Her digits dug into his shoulders as she said it again. “More.”

Little demanding temptation. He rumbled approval at her tone, even as he kept his movements carefully controlled. She might not think he could break her, but even touching her like this, she felt delicate. Precious. His digits traced feather-light patterns down her sides, learning what made her shiver, what made her arch into his touch. The sounds she made were intoxicating—each gasp and whimper feeding the fire in his blood.

When his hand slipped between her thighs, they both groaned. There was wetness there, the scent of her arousal so strong it mad e his head spin, made the heat in his blood surge to almost unbearable levels. He wanted to take her now, to claim her fully, but some last shred of control made him wait.

“Come on, big guy,” she gasped as he slipped a single digit in. Her sheath gripped him like a vise. “Don’t stop now.”

He’d long passed that barrier of resistance.

Pulling out his digit, he lifted it to the light. It glistened with evidence of her and without an ounce of hesitation, he brought it to his lips.

He shouldn’t have.

The taste of her was electric, sending a jolt of energy down his spine and straight to his cock. He extruded with a wet sounding slop, his cock bending unnaturally in his trouse, and even that pain didn’t pull him back from the precipice. With a groan, he thrust his digit inside her again, his complete focus on the way she whimpered and shuddered at the intrusion. Every gasp, every arch of her spine, was like a revelation. Her flesh yielded to his touch as if she was made to surrender to him.

“More,” she demanded, reaching for him. Her fingers dug into him as she pulled him closer.

“Patience, female of fire.” He kept his touch maddeningly gentle, learning her depths, finding spots that made her gasp and curse. His other claw slid up her body to cup one soft mound, circling the peaked nipple. “I won’t rush this.”

His eyes rolled back as he continued to pierce her with that digit, even as he took that hardened pink peak into his mouth once more. She was like the land of the gods. Often dreamed about. Only, he never thought he’d ever get to experience it.

“More,” she panted and oh, what a sweet sound.

Releasing her nipple, he growled against her throat, allowing himself another gentle nip. The urge to claim, to take, burned in his blood—but he wouldn’t risk hurting her. Not her.

Kon-stahns huffed out a frustrated breath. “I won’t break.”

“No,” he agreed, because he could feel the stretch. Another digit in and she stretched to take it, even while she still gripped him so tight. “But I want…” What? To study her? To learn every inch of her? What did that matter? It wasn’t like she was going to let him do this again.

And that thought shouldn’t make him so disappointed. Thrusting his middle digit deep, she stiffened at the intrusion. It was the thickest one. The one that would tell him whether she could really take him.

“You’re driving me crazy,” she gasped.

A rumbling laugh escaped him. “Good.” Because she was driving him crazy, too. But he would make sure she was ready.

“Akur,” she breathed his name like a prayer. Her skin was flushed beneath his palm, life organ racing like a trapped creature’s wings.

“Not yet.” He growled, not recognizing his own voice. “Need you ready. Need you desperate.”

“Stop thinking.” She reached up, grabbed his nape and the nefre there, and pulled him into her. So close, Constance breathed against his mouth. Her other hand traced the ridges of muscle across his chest. “Fuck me, Akur. I want it.”

Well, there went his careful restraint.

With a sound that was pure beast, he captured her mouth again. His free claw tangled in her long filaments, holding her still as he devoured her mouth while his other hand upped the tempo.

Fuhk her? The human wanted him to? Then he would. He fuhked her with his hand, using his digits to stretch and fill her over and over again. But it only made his need worse. Only made his cock strain even harder. He couldn’t hold back much longer.

“Oh…oh god…” She was trembling now, on the edge of release, and he pulled back just enough to watch her face. Her eyes were dark with desire, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from his ministrations. Beautiful. Perfect.

His.

No. Not his.

But he wanted her to be .

Whether that was the heat talking, he didn’t know.

“Look at me,” he commanded. “I want to see your eyes when you come apart.” For me.

But he couldn’t say that.

This was a transaction. This human didn’t want him. Not really. She wanted to be rescued. She wanted freedom. He would give her his cock, and he would give her that freedom, too.

She obeyed, holding his gaze as her breaths staggered. Reaching between them, she began rubbing something within her soft folds. With a growl, he snatched her hand away, replacing it with his own.

He almost missed it. A small little nub. Only obvious because the moment he pressed against it, she shattered. The sight of her pleasure, the scent of her arousal—it all combined to make his vision blur.

Before she could recover from her first climax, he released her, letting her go to move down her body, before he spread her thighs wide. The first taste of her on his tongue made him almost shatter. His shaft spasmed, a generous amount of spend seeping from his tip. She was sweet and salty and something uniquely her that called to the very lifeblood in him.

“Akur!” she cried out, but he couldn’t reply. His mouth was over her slit and not even a host of Tasqals could make him remove it now. Her thighs trembled against his shoulders as he brought her to the edge again.

“Fuck!”

Indeed.

Only then did he rise above her, chest heaving as he looked down at her. Her chest was heaving, too, her gaze sliding down him to land on his trouse. The obvious tent only confirmed his cock had extruded without his input. The wetness that seeped through the special fibers even more confirmation that he was at a point of no return. He was already leaking enough spend to fill her womb twice over.

“Come to me,” she whispered, leaning back. She was exposing herself to him and he couldn’t say no .

Shifting the clasp of his trouse, he let them fall, the same moment he heard her gasp.

“I guess I don’t call you ‘big guy’ for nothing.”

She was focused on his cock, the smooth white expanse of him, her gaze falling to his base where his sac hung tight and full.

“Change your mind?” He could hardly grunt the words. And maybe she’d lost her voice, too, because she shook her head. He supposed the gesture meant the negative, because she opened her legs wider for him, one hand sneaking down to distribute her juices to the hidden bud within her folds.

One move and he was positioning himself at her entrance. He couldn’t hold back much longer. Even his muscles were shaking with the effort of holding back so long and his nefre burned like living fire.

“Last chance,” he ground out. “Once I start…I won’t be able to stop.”

Instead of answering, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. The tip of him pressed against her slick heat, and rational thought slipped away.

He couldn’t— He tried, but his control snapped. In a single thrust, he seated himself halfway within her.

The world ceased to exist. He was suddenly spinning in the void, overwhelming pleasure encasing him as her heat gripped him tight. Every instinct screamed at him to take, to claim, to possess. Digging his digits into the table, he forced himself to still.

“Kon-stahns?” It didn’t even sound like her name. More like a tortured cry. “Kon-stahns, say something.”

He trembled above her, every muscle locked as he waited for her response. The effort to remain still was agony—but the thought of hurting her was worse. Her body gripped him like a velvet fist, impossibly tight and burning hot. His breath came in harsh pants that turned into condensation around them.

Constance’s eyes fluttered open, glazed but aware. She shifted beneath him, testing, and the movement nearly shattered his control. “I’m okay,” she breathed. “Just…give me a moment.”

She was taking him without fear. Her trust humbled him even as it sto ked the possessive fire in his blood. Reaching up, her hands traced patterns on his chest before she shifted higher, those hands caressing his shoulder before she pulled him in. Her lips found his. Softer and more delicate than any other time their mouths touched. Her tongue flicked out, traced his lips before slipping in to meet his.

With a whimper, she pulled him closer, her body shifting on where he pierced her with his cock enough to make him shudder. When her fingers found his nefre again, he growled, hips jerking forward before he could stop himself.

She gasped, but not in pain. “Do that again.”

“Dangerous thing to ask,” he rumbled, but he couldn’t deny her. Not when she looked at him like that, all heat and challenge.

She fondled his nefre as he moved, each careful thrust earning a gasp. The little temptation must have figured out just how sensitive he was there. No one had ever touched him at that place, not like this. The sensation was overwhelming. A signal of trust. Trust that grew with every gentle advance, every restrained withdrawal. He watched her face, memorizing everything, knowing this will never happen again. Every expression, every change in her breathing. Everything catalogued.

“Akur,” she whispered. Never thought a single utterance of his name would make him almost release. But here he was. “I want all of you.”

He froze. Life organ thundering in his chest.

She didn’t know what this meant to him. This wasn’t just physical need anymore. Something deeper was taking root, something that terrified him.

Pressing his forehead to hers, he grit his teeth. The gesture was intimate among his people—a sharing of breath, of life. She probably didn’t know the significance, but he couldn’t help himself.

“More.” She slipped her head to the side of his, nibbling on his ear. “I can take it.”

“Stubborn female,” he rumbled against her throat. Pulling back, his cock slid in her heat and he gave her a single moment to retreat. “Time’s up. No running now. ”

With one powerful thrust, he gave himself over to her completely. His hips snapped forward, burying his length inside her once, twice, again and again, each thrust measured and deep. And her body accepted him. She wrapped him in wet heat and softness. The table groaned beneath them now, but he barely heard it over the sound of their shared breaths, their mingled moans.

Cradling her to him, he hoped his warmth could push back against the cold as he gripped her hips and pummeled into her.

“Aargh…” A growl of fire and sweetness as he grit his teeth. The pressure of his hips was outside his control now. The movement, the rhythm, all instinctual. But if he was hurting her, Kon-stahns had a strange way of showing it.

Her eyes rolled back to the point he could no longer see her pupils, only pure white. Her mouth opened, slack as a high-pitched moan left the depths of her soul. She gripped him hard as she cried out, her entire body shuddering around him.

And so he fuhked her harder. Deeper. Giving her the entire length of him, only to take it away and fill her with it again and again.

When his cock spasmed, grew impossibly hard, he stiffened, held her hips tight, and growled into the air between them.

He could feel his seed pods beginning to swell, pressure building at his base. The knowledge that he would soon fill her, mark her from the inside, made his nefre burn even hotter.

The wet sounds of their joining filled the air as he slid one hand between them to find that sensitive bud within her folds. The moment his fingers made contact, she cried out, the sound making his seed sack swell in response.

He was going to release. He was—

The sensation almost made him go limp. Only the sweetness of her maintained his connection to reality.

“Kon-stahnssss,” he growled, feeling the first seed pod begin its journey. His vision blurred as it traveled up his shaft, the pressure building until it burst at his tip. The moment his seed flooded her, she screamed, her body convulsing around him.

She was jerking, almost as if she was spasming, too .

“Akur,” she gasped, her inner walls clenching around him. “Something’s…different.”

Her entire body began shaking so hard, it seemed she had no control over it at all.

Her reaction was intense—more intense than he’d expected. Her entire body shook as another seed pod made its way up his shaft. When it burst inside her, she practically sobbed with pleasure, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her eyes lost focus.

“Akur, I—” Her head fell back, eyes rolling over again as she spasmed. “Something is—”

Fear pierced through his haze of pleasure. He’d never seen a female react this strongly to the seed pods. His kind had evolved with these mating hormones—their bodies designed to handle the stimulant that made joining more pleasurable and increased the chances of conception. But Kon-stahns was human.

“Too much,” she gasped, even as her body clenched around him again. Another pod was already moving up his shaft, and he tried desperately to hold back. But it was too late. The moment it burst, she screamed again, her whole body stiffening as another powerful orgasm rocked through her.

He held her tight against his chest as she shuddered uncontrollably. Panic gripped him. Ajos didn’t mention this. What if something was wrong? What if she was having an adverse reaction? What if his seed pods were too much for her to take?

Qrak. This was a bad qrakking idea. He should have borne the pain. Rejected her offer to help.

“Kon-stahns?” He managed to grunt out, trying to check on her even as his own body betrayed him, preparing to release another pod.

She didn't seem capable of answering, lost in another wave of pleasure as the next seed pod burst inside her. Her body jerked against his, walls clamping down so tight he saw stars.

He should pull out, but she was gripping him so tight that was impossible.

“Stay with me,” he growled, fighting his own pleasure to focus on her. He couldn’t lose her because of this. Where his kind would experi ence heightened pleasure, Kon-stahns seemed completely overwhelmed by each burst of seed.

Another pod traveled up his shaft, making him grunt with the intensity. The moment it released, she screamed again, her digits drawing blood where they dug into his skin. Her whole body convulsed, caught in what seemed like an endless loop of orgasms.

“Can’t…can’t stop.” Her eyes watered and those waters ran down her cheeks.

He could barely think straight. His seed sack was still swollen and heavy, drawing almost all his mental power. Another pod was already forming, and he tried desperately to hold it back again. But his body had its own agenda, driven by heat and need and something deeper he didn’t want to examine too closely.

The next burst had her sobbing his name, her body shaking so hard he had to tighten his grip to keep her from thrashing.

She was going to…she would despise him after this.

“Too much…” she whimpered, even as her hips moved against his, seeking more. The contradictions in her responses worried him, but he couldn’t stop now if his life depended on it.

His seed sack pulsed again, and panic gripped him. “Qeffing qrak.” Just how many seed pods had he created for her? She was already overwhelmed—how much more could her human body take?

He had to stop this.

But before he could try to pull out, another pod was moving up his shaft. Kon-stahns felt it coming—he could tell by the way her eyes widened just before rolling back again. When it burst inside her, she went completely rigid, a broken cry tearing from her throat.

“Look at me,” he commanded, needing to see she was still with him. But her eyes were unfocused, glazed with pleasure as aftershocks continued to wrack her body. Each pulse of his seed triggered fresh tremors, like waves crashing endlessly against shore.

He could feel more pods forming, his body far from done. But watching her come apart like this—beautiful and terrifying all at once —made him question everything he thought he knew about mating. He…didn’t want this female to hurt.

This wasn’t just about sating his need anymore. Something was happening to him, something that both thrilled and terrified him.

Another pod began its journey, and he growled in frustration.

“Hold on to me,” he managed to grunt out as he felt it travel up his shaft. He wrapped his arms around her. Gripped her to him. Encased her in his warmth. “I’ve got you, bright eyes. Just hold on.”

When the next pod burst, her entire body convulsed. Her cries had grown hoarse, reduced to desperate whimpers as pleasure continued to overwhelm her system. He could feel her life organ racing against his chest, her skin burning hot where they touched.

One final pod made its way up his shaft—the last, he could tell from how his seed sack was finally beginning to soften. When it burst inside her, Kon-stahns went completely limp in his arms, only small tremors betraying that she was still conscious.

“Breathe,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers as their bodies slowly calmed. She was still shaking, little aftershocks making her clench around him periodically. His shaft remained hard inside her, but no more pods would come. Thank the gods.

Qrak. He’d really made a mess of this mission.

“That was…” Kon-stahns tried to speak, but trailed off instead. Her eyes finally focused on his, and what he saw there made his chest tight. Trust, wonder, and something deeper. Something that must be the heat still messing with his head.

“Rest now,” he rumbled, gathering her closer.

They shouldn’t have done this. It had changed everything. He could feel it. But those were thoughts for later.

For now, he just held her as her breathing slowly steadied, her body occasionally shuddering with residual pleasure as his seed continued to pulse within her. The mating hormones would take time to work through her system, but the worst—or best—was over.

Pressing her head against him, he kept her there. Maybe because he couldn’t bear meeting her gaze now. Didn’t want to see the eventual blame and disgust that would rise in her eyes .

So he held her there, silently giving her his warmth, as she drifted into an exhausted sleep against him. A breath shuddered in his chest.

Even now, when she was unconscious, he didn’t want to let her go.

Qrak him.

He was in trouble and there was nothing he could do about it.