Chapter 17
Ciara
E xcited shouts outside had me storming out of the lab. Before the door finished opening, I jerked my head up to scan the sky. As soon as I saw Amreth’s ship making its approach, a squeal of excitement escaped me. I ran like a mad woman outside the courtyard, through the village square, and out the gates with everyone looking at me with an amused expression.
Technically, I didn’t have the right to exit the inner courtyard without an escort. But something undeniably shifted earlier after our return from the temple. That change had already been taking place gradually in a far more subtle fashion. But today, the tragedy that we helped avert completely flipped everything on its head.
Although I suspected that Kreelars from other villages would continue to eye us with suspicion and wariness, the tribemates of Bryst now fully embraced us.
Amreth landed his ship in a clearing at least three hundred meters away from the village. Although I took pride in keeping fit, I was out of breath by the time I reached the ship, constantly fearing that he would take off again after dropping Aku to go park it on the cliff where he normally kept it.
To my shock—but also pleasant surprise—I found both males walking side by side towards the village. His face lit up when he saw me, and he flapped his wings, flying barely a couple of feet above ground to close the distance between us. I threw myself into his arms, and he caught me. I crushed his lips in somewhat of a brutal kiss in which I poured both my happiness and relief at seeing him back.
Still flying close to the ground, he twirled us around before landing back down. I broke the kiss, buried my face in his neck, and deeply inhaled his scent. A sense of peace and of being at home washed over me. He wrapped his wings around me, holding me close as we quietly remained in each other’s embrace.
After a few seconds or countless minutes—I couldn’t really tell, nor did I care—Amreth opened his wings and released me. I took a step back and immediately examined him from head to toe looking for any sign of injury.
He chuckled. “I’m fine, my mate. We’re both fine.”
I continued to pat his chest and arms before stretching my neck to look for Aku, a sliver of guilt twisting my features. I looked over my shoulder to find him standing at a respectful distance to grant us some privacy. He was observing us with an air of almost paternal amusement, which was silly considering I was older than him.
“Are you okay?” I asked him although still leaning against Amreth. “Anyone injured?”
He shook his head as he approached us. “Neither of us are injured, and we were able to stop the assassins before they could contaminate the temple.”
“Where are they?” I asked, looking over his shoulder towards the ship as if I could see through its hull all the way into the brig.
“The Enforcers have them,” Amreth replied.
“What?! How?” I exclaimed.
“I will explain everything once we get back with the others,” Amreth said in an appeasing tone.
My tongue burned with the urge to bombard him with questions. I didn’t want to wait, but it also wouldn’t make sense to have him go through telling the story twice. Obviously, Mehreen and Ernst, as well as the entire village, would want to know what happened.
We ended up splitting, with Aku rounding up his people inside their gathering hall while the four of us off-worlders went inside the deployable lab. At first, it stung a little that we should not be included, considering our significant contribution in the matter. But Enre and the two other Kreelars who escorted us to Svast Temple already updated everyone about what we did there. This second update would be more about the way their leader handled the assassins and likely actions they would want to take moving forward as a people. In their shoes, I also wouldn’t want strangers to eavesdrop, regardless of how friendly our relationship had grown.
As soon as we settled inside the lab’s meeting room, Amreth gave us a detailed recounting of the events. We all sat there flabbergasted by all of those revelations, especially regarding Marilia’s involvement. And yet, I shouldn’t be this shocked. It was no secret that huge corporations often acted in highly questionable fashion when it came to increasing their bottom line or remaining the leader in their field. It was especially true in the pharmaceutical industry. Whoever came up with the first patent stood to make billions of credits. If the discovery permitted treatment across species, then the monetary potential blew up exponentially.
SS12 made Elias Jacobs and Typhoon Pharma obscenely wealthy. And this wealth was about to be siphoned—at least for Typhoon—both as punitive damages and to fund the efforts that would be required to do right by the Kreelars.
With primitive planets under the Prime Directive, it always made things significantly more complicated as you couldn’t simply dump a whole lot of credits on them as compensation or share technology. But that was a challenge for people more qualified than me in that field to sort out.
“Wow! Things are about to get seriously ugly for Typhoon,” Mehreen mused aloud. “They’re such a massive corporation with labs and research teams pretty much everywhere in our sector of the galaxy. Investigating them is going to be an insane undertaking. This could take years!”
Amreth nodded grimly. “It certainly could. But that doesn’t mean that consequences aren’t going to be felt sooner. The Enforcers will go after the lowest hanging fruits to get a swift conviction and be able to get greater access to everything so that they press further charges from previous crimes later. It just infuriates me that some of them might not be indictable due to statutes of limitation. Still, I got a sense there will be enough of them to make sure they will never taste freedom again.”
“They should have come clean rather than attempting to cover for Noah,” Ernst said. “I can understand a mother wanting to protect her child, but he was always too much trouble. At the same time, I’m not sure how much it was out of maternal love or simply greed. After all, it couldn’t be easy finding someone with the proper medical credentials willing to do that kind of shady work.”
“Either way, they’re fucked,” I said with a shrug. “But what will happen to Elias?”
Amreth pursed his lips as he reflected on the question. “It really depends. Obviously, there will be some repercussions for hiding what happened here. That negligence cheated the Kreelars out of the regular check-ins they would have benefited from over the following years, which would have prevented this tragedy from going on for nearly a decade. It all comes down to how much he was coerced into remaining silent. Based on the Raithean’s statement, Marialia seriously threatened Jacobs. If a crime is committed under duress, he could be exonerated.”
“But I thought that didn’t apply if it caused the death of another?” Ernst countered.
“The evidence so far doesn’t point towards any of Jacobs’ actions leading to direct deaths,” Amreth said. “He wasn’t present or responsible for what Noah did. He promptly treated the Kreelars as soon as he realized they were infected. His crime was not reporting it to the galactic Medical Order. But that was under duress when they had little reason to think the disease would return. And in fact, the cause was a completely different source that he had couldn’t have suspected and had no idea existed until the Kreelars’ friends helped them send him a message.”
“And he reported immediately to Typhoon, requesting that they go public,” I completed for him. “He just might get away with it, or at least with only a pretty harsh slap on the wrist. Time will tell. Still, the downfall of Typhoon is the best possible punishment. Hopefully, it will send a chilling message to other corporations and conglomerates that use these types of immoral tactics to enrich themselves.”
“Hear, hear,” Mehreen said.
“But the hour is late,” I said at last. “I could use a shower, a good meal, and some rest and relaxation.”
“Oh I’m sure you will rest ,” Mehreen said, wiggling her eyebrows.
I glared at her while the other two chuckled.
“Actually, you are indeed going to rest,” Amreth said with a mischievous expression. “I believe someone has earned herself a spa day on my ship, which conveniently happens to be parked just a short stroll away.”
“Oh hell yeah!!” I exclaimed, prompting my companions to laugh again.
We bid our friends good night, and I didn’t balk when Amreth whisked me up in his arms and flew me to the ship. Then again, he remained close enough to the ground that I didn’t get queasy with my silly fear of heights.
This was my first time truly getting a proper tour of the ship. Not only was it state-of-the-art, but it also struck me that it was definitely on the higher end of the spectrum as far as luxury went. Although we frequently spoke of what our future would look like once all of this was resolved, we never really discussed petty things such as finances.
I wasn’t rich, but I lived very comfortably and sat in the upper half of the middle class. Aside from the generational wealth inherited from my parents, my role as an epidemiologist earned me an enviable income. But it was clear that Amreth belonged to a much higher bracket. After all, he was a Lord.
It always felt funny to think that once we were married, I would officially become Lady Ciara. That made me want to cackle in a very unladylike fashion. Considering how pompous I found most people during events such as the symposium where I got abducted, such a title was somewhat wasted on someone like me. I was just grateful that Amreth didn’t seem to be stuffy or a stickler for hierarchy and acknowledgement of his rank. That definitely would have been a problem.
However, I did feast my eyes on the color palette and the decor of the large vessel. I suspected it reflected his own aesthetic at home. For some reason, I had expected a lot of dark colors from varying shades of gray to deep reds, and dark browns. Instead, the interior was mostly white with light beige and the occasional sharp obsidian accents. There was something very Zen and peaceful about it.
“I like this color palette,” I said as he led me to the back section of the ship which had four bedrooms, two of them with their own hygiene rooms, and the other two sharing one.
“I’m glad to hear it,” Amreth said with a grin. “My home shares a similar color palette. I love how spacious and relaxing it makes the space feel. We have a lot of huge windows, with massive terraces on all three floors of the mansion. I cannot wait for you to see it. Obviously, you will be free to make whatever modifications you wish to make it more appealing for you.”
“Judging by what I’m seeing so far, I doubt that will be necessary,” I said in all sincerity. “But I definitely cannot wait to see it.”
“Well, here’s the first glimpse,” he said while opening a door on what turned out to be an impressive bedroom.
My jaw dropped at the sight of the massive bed, which occupied at least a third of the space. It looked almost wide enough to allow Amreth to lie on it with his wings spread open. Bedding and pillows in earthy tones added some warmth with a nice splash of color. I barely looked at the comfortable couch in dark wood with plush beige cushions across from a giant vidscreen. To my surprise, there was no breakfast table or work desk in the room. But it was the large abstract paintings adorning the walls that held my attention.
I’d never been the type to be able to drop famous artists’ names or invest in outrageously expensive collector art. But I had a genuine appreciation for the work of those who could convey a feeling or stir an emotion with their creation, from a simple drawing to a sculpture or a song. I wouldn’t be able to put it into words and didn’t think it was necessary either. To me, it was just about embracing whatever emotions it awakened in us. And these pieces resonated with me.
“Yep, I really think I’m going to love your house just the way it is,” I said wistfully while admiring the art pieces.
He smiled, kissed my temple, then led me by the hand to an adjoining room.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I stepped inside the hygiene room. He had not been kidding by saying he had a literal spa. The room was bigger than most cabins on common cruise ships. The humongous, recessed tub instantly drew my attention. Amreth didn’t exaggerate when he boasted about its size. I squealed like a schoolgirl and clapped while he laughed.
I then noticed the even more massive shower that ate up almost an entire wall. On top of the shower heads hanging from the ceiling, a series of body jets lined the wall. Judging by their number and angles, they’d were specifically designed to handle the wide span of an Obosian’s wings. No wonder my man had been so miserable without his creature comfort. In the corner, long strips resembling vertical air vents on the wall, and a square one on the ceiling, appeared to act as some sort of dryer.
Across from the shower, a long counter with a double sink sat in front of a mirror that ran up to the ceiling. At the other end of the shower, separated by a privacy wall, a toilet was propped on top of a small platform raising it. Considering the large gap between the toilet and the back wall, I realized the distance and elevation were to accommodate his wings and tail.
“This is an almost perfect replica of the en suite hygiene room in the master bedroom of my home,” Amreth said before approaching a swirling pattern on the wall near the entrance with a luminous stone next to it. “And in here, you will find clean towels and other toiletries needed. Just wave your hand in front of the stone.”
I gaped as the swirling pattern seemed to turn into a thick liquid, the pattern unraveling to reveal the shelves within.
“Okay, that’s super cool,” I said, impressed.
He gave me a smug smile. “It is standard for doors on Vargos, and by extension on Molvi. If you ever need to open a door, just wave your palm in front of the stone. To lock it, wave the back of your hand in front of it instead.”
“Noted,” I said, excited at the thought of all the other wonders I would discover on his world.
“Good. Now take off your clothes, and let’s get you wet,” Amreth said in a suggestive voice that instantly had my toes curling.
I giggled and complied while he went to fill the tub with water.
“I’ll be right back,” he said with a mysterious tone, piquing my curiosity.
My gaze lingered on him as he exited the room, admiring his strong back and the way his long tail gently swayed behind him. The memory of the naughty ways he used it had me instantly throbbing in all the right places. Bubbling with anticipation, I finished undressing and neatly folded my clothes on the counter. I approached the tub, which was filling at an impressive speed, and dipped the tip of my toes in to test the temperature. A grin stretched my lips at finding it at the perfect warmth. Walking down the two steps into the tub, I settled in the water with a voluptuous moan.
The soft swish of the door opening behind me reclaimed my attention. My eyes widened upon seeing Amreth followed by a hover tray with two flutes filled with a sparkling beverage that resembled champagne, and two plates laden with sliced exotic fruits in one and luxury gourmet chocolates in the other.
“Oh, my God! Where did you get that?!” I exclaimed, straightening in the tub as he approached and set the tray to hover at the perfect height in front of me.
“I brought them with me with the intention of us enjoying them during our first date after I freed you,” Amreth said smugly as he began to strip out of his clothes. “There was actually the equivalent of strawberries dipped in chocolate as part of the menu. But under the circumstances, I figured we’d seen enough of those for a while and left them out.”
I snorted, both amused and touched by his thoughtfulness. “Damn, that’s so sweet!”
“Normally, I would take umbrage at being described as such, but this time, I’ll allow it,” he said teasingly. “I didn’t exactly free you, but we have cause to celebrate.”
“We do,” I concurred while feasting my eyes on my man. “In more ways than one.”
To my surprise, he didn’t join me in the tub but sat sideways on the raised edge, his feet remaining on the floor. Amreth reached for the two flutes, handing me one. I took it, my heart fluttering as he locked eyes with me with a depth of affection that messed me up.
“To you, my Ciara, the greatest blessing the Gods could have ever bestowed upon me. I always wondered what my soulmate would be like. I hoped she would be kind, smart, funny, affectionate, and of course law-abiding,” he added with a teasing wink, making me chuckle.
He sobered and gently caressed my cheek with his knuckles.
“But you exceeded all of that. You’re bold, courageous, compassionate, and selfless. Day after day, I watch you working yourself to the bone to save these people with empathy and respect. Not once have you even contemplated how succeeding in this endeavor could bring you praise and acclaim. You only care about their welfare. And it shines through. You cannot begin to understand how proud I am to claim you as mine.”
My throat tightened, and stupid tears tried to prick my eyes to join the party. I didn’t think I was doing anything special other than what was necessary and right. But his response was moving me to the core.
“I love that you aren’t afraid to speak your mind, to stand firm by your beliefs, and to go after what you want. And above all, I love how happy I feel simply being by your side. The mere thought of seeing your face and of hearing your voice makes me smile. I’m falling in love with you, Ciara. I cannot wait for us to start our life together.”
“And I cannot wait to start our life together either. You, too, have exceeded my wildest dreams. Every quality you listed about me, I could throw right back at you. My biggest fear had been that you might be too rigid. But you’re extremely humble, open-minded, and willing to see things from someone else’s perspective. You’re protective without being controlling, principled but not self-righteous, disciplined and yet playful, and above all, you’re the best cuddler in the world. Those winged-hugs are just next level,” I added teasingly.
He snorted and shook his head at me.
“I love that you didn’t think twice about coming to rescue me. I love that you swiftly adapted to the new situation and didn’t hesitate to do the right thing, even to the detriment of your own career on Molvi. You’re just as selfless as you claim me to be. And everyone here sees it. I’m even more proud of you than you are of me.”
“I doubt that’s possible,” he said, trying to sound playfully grumpy to hide how much my words moved him.
“Believe me, it is. You possess so much power that you could easily abuse, and yet you always look for the peaceful option that will avoid bloodshed. You make me feel safe, respected, and valued. I’m falling in love with you, tail, wings, horns, and all.”
“Piercings, too?” he asked.
I burst out laughing, while he chuckled affectionately.
“Yes, piercings too. Especially those ones,” I added, casting a meaningful glance at his crotch.
“Good! Because by the time we return home, I suspect the Conclave will bestow more algarium to me as a reward for my contribution in solving this crisis. Start thinking where you’ll want me to add those piercings.”
My jaw dropped, while he chuckled smugly.
The Conclave was the highest legal authority on Vargos, the Obosian homeworld. Algarium was the rare metal they used for their piercing, all of which had to be earned through remarkable deeds or achievements. I needed to inquire about what earned him all the ones that currently adorned his body.
“Until then, to us,” Amreth said, not waiting for my response.
“To us,” I repeated as we clinked our glasses.
We drank. It turned out to be something more like a fruity rosé, although it could very well be an Obosian version of champagne, not that I particularly cared. I’d never been big on alcohol. But this was delicious.
To my surprise, Amreth didn’t partake in the goodies on the two plates, but moved behind me, crouching at the edge of the bath, to give me a proper shoulder massage. A loud purr tumbled out of my throat.
“Eat, my mate, and enjoy being taken care of,” Amreth said.
“You’re not eating?” I asked, reaching for one of the chocolates.
“Nope. I’m leaving space for the mouth-watering feast I intend to indulge in a little later,” he replied in a suggestive tone that made no mystery as to his underlying meaning.
A pleasant flame sparked in the pit of my stomach as I gave myself over to the massage and enjoyed a few more of the treats. He used his bakaan at a very low level to make me even more relaxed. With a vocal command, he activated the sound system which began playing some soothing Obosian music.
I finished my drink, munched on a few more fruits and chocolates, then cast the tray aside as Amreth released my shoulders to circle around the bath. My heart leapt when he got into the massive tub, which still had plenty of room for at least one other adult to comfortably join us. However, Amreth sat across from me at the other end instead of snuggling with me. Only then did I realize that he was about to give me a foot and leg massage. Another loud purr tumbled out of my throat. I leaned back against the tub, the back of my head resting on the elevated edge while getting pampered by my man.
His touch was magical. It took me a moment to realize that small tingling was due to him using minute amounts of his Lumiak while massaging me. I briefly wondered if it wasn’t a risky endeavor as water was a huge conductor for electricity. But at forty-six years of age, I trusted that he would know by now what was safe and what not to do with his powers.
By the time he was done, I was totally languid, my entire body feeling like it was floating on a cloud. Amreth got out of the tub then activated the bubble jets. The warm water immediately began to roil all around me, giving me yet another full body massage that had me turning into a puddle.
My mate chuckled smugly as he leaned forward to kiss me. I returned his kiss, wishing he would snuggle with me in the tub. But he straightened and headed to the shower. Feeling a little bereft, I groggily watched him begin to wash himself. It was indeed quite the spectacle seeing all those body jets blasting water at him and especially at his wings.
He looked like a pagan god as he spread them wide. My mouth watered as I watched him raise his arms to start washing his hair. It exposed every inch of his scrumptious body to my greedy eyes. The ambient light reflected just the right way on his piercings, further drawing my attention to them. I swallowed hard, remembering how they felt on my tongue, as well as the small scales and soft spikes along his length.
He turned around to face the body jets as they blasted the front of his wings. My gaze glided over the strong muscles of his back as they rolled beneath his grayish-brown skin. It followed the path down his spine which curved into his long tail. Although somewhat thick at the base, it didn’t hide the deliciously round globes of his behind. My fingers itched with the urge to grab them with both hands. Then again, I also wanted to give each cheek a solid bite.
He lifted his face to the raining water from the shower heads. After a moment, he stopped the water, then turned around to face me again. Eyes closed, he rested his palms against the glass doors, head slightly bowed. Only then did I hear a very subtle whistling sound, which I assumed to emanate from the dryer. Seconds later, I indeed noticed the movement of his long, silver-white hair indicating that wind was blowing through it.
I realized I had stepped out of the tub when I started walking towards the shower. Amreth’s eyes snapped open half a beat before I reached the shower. His silver-white irises, which had almost been completely swallowed by the black sclera surrounding them, suddenly expanded to their normal size as he locked gazes with me. He straightened and dropped his palms from the glass doors. I pulled them open and stepped inside, the lukewarm draft of the dryer rolling over me in a gentle caress.
Without a word, I closed the distance with my mate and placed my palms on his chest. I lifted my face to receive his kiss, which he generously gave. Our tongues mingled, sending a bolt of desire coursing through me. It was narrower than a human’s, with a slightly rougher texture that enhanced every sensation, especially in naughty places. Even the piercing in the middle of his tongue added to the experience.
He cupped my nape with his right hand, the left one gliding down my back in a gentle caress before settling on my behind. I immediately broke the kiss, not allowing him to take control of the moment. He was naturally dominant in the bedroom. While I usually had no problem yielding on that front, right this instant, I wanted to sate my hunger for him under my own terms.
He didn’t try to restrain me when I started peppering kisses alongside his jaw and down the curve of his neck. I loved the soft texture of his skin, which felt slightly leathery in comparison to a human’s. The chevron shaped scales on his shoulders tickled my palms as the edges scraped against it while I caressed him.
My mouth ventured further down to his left nipple. I had grown quite addicted to sucking on the little barbell piercing he had there. Seeing what enjoyment I derived from it always made me feel guilty about not having piercings of my own for him to play with. I still didn’t think I would ever get any, but I was less adamantly opposed to it now that I had grown familiar with his. The fact that he never brought it up again or even remotely tried to pressure me to get some played a large part in it. I loved that he truly respected my bodily autonomy and liked me just the way I was.
The deep rumble of his approving moan resonated directly in my clit. There was no greater turn on than the man you loved being so incredibly sensitive and responsive to your touch. Amreth never seemed to get enough of me, just like I constantly craved him. I licked and laved his nipple for a while longer, sucking on the little bud while pinching the other one with my left hand.
I resumed my journey downward, pausing to grant a bit of attention to the other piercing in his navel. Feeling his abdominal muscles contract beneath my palms further fanned the flame growing in my belly. I rubbed my hands all over them, before tracing each chiseled groove with my tongue.
Amreth took a hissing breath when my right hand caressed a path down between his thighs to boldly wrap around his length. Fuck me! I would never tire of the otherworldly feel of his cock in my hand. His xinnix —the small spikes lining the sides of his shaft—the two sets of scales on the upper side of his length, and the numerous piercings scattered along the length and at the head provided a multitude of sensations that had me throbbing with anticipation. Anything it did to my palm as I began to stroke him would be multiplied a thousandfold inside me.
I crouched before him, feasting my eyes on the perfection that he was. Leaning forward, I immediately started teasing the slit of his head with my tongue before drawing circles around the glans. My other hand fondled and squeezed his testicles, reveling in their unusually smooth texture. Amreth’s fingers slipped through my hair, gripping it loosely enough not to restrain my movements, a strangled sound emanating from him when I licked his entire length a few times before taking him into my mouth.
Saying he was massive couldn’t even begin to give him justice. Oddly enough, I was the one feeling cheated that I couldn’t take a lot more of him inside my mouth. I truly wished I could properly deepthroat him. But I compensated by stroking him in counterpoint to the movement of my mouth. The deep, growling sound of his moans in my ears had me soaking wet in seconds. My breasts felt heavy, and my nipples ached with the need for attention.
Despite his phenomenal self-control, Amreth began to gently rock in reaction to my ministrations. The first time he did, I feared he would destroy my tonsils once passion overtook him. Thankfully, even when pleasure rode him hard, he never forgot to keep me safe. For a completely irrational reason, it spurred me to want to make him lose it even more, like in some masochistic need to push his limits.
I loved his taste, slightly spicy like sweet ginger. Unfortunately, he too often deprived me of the pleasure of fully savoring him. It was an odd craving to have developed specifically for him considering I had never been too crazy about swallowing. And yet, I loved everything with him and could never get enough. Amreth just had an issue with climaxing first. He obsessed about making sure I got off at least a couple of times before he could enjoy his own release.
As if he’d read the thoughts crossing my mind, Amreth began to gently tug on my hair to pull me away from him. By the way his abdominal muscles were spasmodically contracting and that his legs were slightly shaking, he was on the verge of toppling over. Refusing to be cheated out of my prize, I tightened my grip around the base of his cock and accelerated the movement of my head bobbing in front of him. When he attempted to tug a bit more forcefully, I resorted to the shameful tactic I discovered would make him come undone in seconds.
I grazed my teeth against the sensitive spikes of his xinnix . To him, they were like external G-spots. Right on cue, his body seized, and his hand fisted painfully in my hair as he cried out. Although I had deliberately provoked this, I nearly choked on the first powerful spurt that shot into my mouth. I swallowed, preparing for more, but the wretched male yanked himself back, holding my hair too tightly to allow me to try and hang on.
He hissed and closed his hand around the base of his cock, right below mine still trying to stroke him. Amreth squeezed it tightly, stemming the flow of his seed. I licked my lips in a lascivious way, a mischievous glimmer in my eyes mixed with a sliver of disapproval for not fully letting me have my way with him.
But even as he continued to slightly shake from the throes of bliss, he stared at me with an almost feral expression that clearly expressed I had been a bad girl, and he was going to punish me for it. The throbbing between my thighs went into overdrive as I braced for his retaliation.
And it came swiftly.
“You like to play dirty?” he said in a growl. “Two can play that game.”
An insanely powerful wave of his bakaan slammed into me. I cried out, my back arching as a violent orgasm swept me away. Two strong arms scooped me up right before I would collapse onto the tiled floor.
Clinging to his shoulders, my body shaking, I tried to regain my bearings as fire ran through my veins, and my clit throbbed almost painfully. Amreth’s chest against mine vibrated with a smug chuckle. He kissed the white spot on my forehead—my crown as he called it—then brushed his lips along my temple down to my right ear.
“How about a different game?” he whispered in an almost malicious tone.
Still too dazed, I tried to ask what he meant. But he caressed my behind, his hand slipping between my thighs and curving around to reach my clit. The only sound that came out of me was another shout of ecstasy as he zapped my engorged little nub with a lightning bolt of Lumiak. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I was once more swept away.
Wave upon wave of bliss crashed over me as Amreth kept me flying high with a mix of his bakaan and strategic uses of his lightning in erogenous areas between two caresses. It took me far too long to realize that his tail had joined the fray, dipping in and out of me in a frenzy, while my mate covered my face and neck with passionate kisses.
A third orgasm claimed me, this time building gradually instead of the savage way Amreth had triggered the previous two. I was clinging on to him for dear life, wanting more and yet fearing I would shatter into a million pieces. My brain could barely process the sweet words he spoke to me, my mind too addled by overwhelming pleasure. The endless strings of moans tumbling out of me and my blood roaring in my ears made it even harder to hear what he was saying.
And yet, when he pulled his tail out of me to replace it with his thick shaft, his words pierced through the lustful fog clouding my thoughts.
“One more time, my love. On my cock… Together…”
As with every time we coupled, he filled me to the brim, his non-negligible girth stretching me to what felt like my limits. And yet, I couldn’t get enough. Each thrust wrested one strangled moan out of me after another. Between the spikes of his xinnix and the piercings lining his shaft, my inner walls were subjected to an indescribable sensual assault that had me singing arias. The barbell piercing on his head, and the scales on the upper side of his shaft systematically rubbed against my G-spot with deadly accuracy, both going in and out, driving me insane with pleasure.
The world around me ceased to exist, my entire universe narrowing down to the feel of him, in and around me. An inferno was consuming me from within, each nerve ending set ablaze by a whirlwind of sensations.
Amreth started pumping into me harder and faster, his breathing becoming labored and coming out in short, loud bursts in my ear as he drew closer to the edge. Before long, he was pounding into me, gripping my behind with both hands, his partially extruded claws digging into my cheeks. His cock was wrecking me as my ultimate climax came rushing towards me with the unbridled fury of a tsunami.
My spine seized, and a blinding light exploded before my eyes as I once more fell apart. My inner walls clamped down on Amreth’s cock, intensifying the feel of his spikes, scales, and piercings inside me. He joined his voice to mine, his hands on my bum tightening their grip almost painfully. It surprised me that his claws didn’t break my skin.
His seed shot out inside me, bathing my battered insides with a searing flow as he continued to rock in and out of me. He crushed my lips with a voracious kiss, swallowing my moans of ecstasy. He broke it, and I buried my face in his neck, shattered and boneless. I vaguely felt him half stumble back, then lean against the wall, likely trying to regain his own bearings. How he managed to hold on to me defied logic. I was just grateful for it.
Raining water showering down on us snapped me out of my daze. I felt too steamrolled to move, but I didn’t have to. With a tenderness and infinite care that messed me up, Amreth washed us both, and kept me cradled in his arms, kissing me and whispering words of love as the dryer blew warm air on us.
He then carried me back to his room, laying me down carefully on the large mattress before joining me. Amreth drew me on top of him, his tail and arms wrapped around me, and his massive wings blanketing us.
I fell asleep in the arms of my mate, feeling safe, loved… home.