Mated and Alone (True Match)

Chapter 36

Tsok

She was so obstinate. And he adored that about her. Stubborn, proud, demanding female. She wouldn’t even let him call her his yet even as their mating days were rapidly approaching.

She asked him to fuck her unconscious and back again. What a tempting idea that was. They still had so long until their rut, and already his nasal filter, something he’d been wearing near constantly since before his hormones turned with the onset of adolescence, was heavy and invasive on his face. It was an insult he desperately wanted to remove. Let him bury his nose into his female’s neck, her fur, between her legs, wherever he could reach, and take a long, slow, deep breath. He wanted to fill his lungs with her until the scent of her replaced the oxygen he needed to survive. Then, he wanted to spread her legs and fill her so deep that she leaked him for days until she couldn’t survive without his cum either.

And then, maybe, they would be close enough.

This was how he felt now, before the mating bond snapped into place. Before he became truly obsessed with her. How much stronger could it possibly get? He was almost afraid to find out, and at the same time, he wanted nothing more.

She put her arms around his neck and kissed him, eagerly wrapping her tongue around his. She pushed against his chest and, without breaking their kiss, he allowed her to force him down. Laying him out on the couch as she came up over him. Straddling his waist.

He groaned as she began grinding. She was wearing one of her house robes. It was made for comfort and was already loose enough that it was parting at the front, revealing the slopes of her unbound breasts.

And the slick heat between her legs against his own robe told him that, once again, she had neglected to wear any panties.

Of course, she had. It wasn’t as bold as doing so amongst the elite members of society at a formal party, but it was still thrilling.

But when he tried to reach for her, she grabbed his wrists. He watched, amused and excited, as she pulled at the tie barely holding her robe on. The messy knot came apart with a few quick jerks. She wound it around his wrists, tying them together. That knot was even messier, but it did a serviceable job of keeping his wrists bound and over his head. He wasn’t sure how much force it would take to break the fabric, but he didn’t try.

It was more fun to lie there, at her mercy, as she began pulling apart the tie on his robe, her own hanging open and limp, giving him an unobstructed view of her body. Of the black markings she inked into her dark skin. Of the shiny silver bars through her hard, brown nipples. Of the cute little patch of fur over her slick cunt.

What he wouldn’t give to have her put that cunt on his face. To ride his muzzle as he breathed her scent straight from the source while licking her to ecstasy. His arms bound, exactly as they were now, so he could do nothing but let her ride and suffocate on him.

But his female was more focused on her current objective. She parted his robe, letting it fall open to his sides, and immediately set herself to pulling off the pants underneath. She giggled wickedly, like she was doing something naughty, as she yanked them down, causing his extruding cock to emerge.

However, that wasn’t what got her attention first. Instead, as she kicked his pants down to his ankles, she grabbed his tail. The fluffy appendage was hanging over the side of the couch now that it had been freed from his robe. She took hold of it as close to the base as she could and began stroking as he groaned, his hips lifting. Humping uselessly at the air. Giving her more space to torment him as she got closer to the sensitive bundle of nerves at the part where it merged with his spine.

“You’re so damn sexy,” she purred, lowering herself down. Her eyes glittering with the thrill of having him at her mercy.

As he watched, she continued to work his tail as she rested her breasts right there over his cock. As his hips jerked, he fucked the soft skin between them. Groaning as her nipple bars flashed in the light each time he pushed up.

She called him sexy while looking like that? He’d never seen anything hotter in his life. That was his female. So perfect and enticing, helping him fuck her breasts as she watched him like all her satisfaction was coming from his reaction to her.

Reactions he made no effort to hide as he bucked up. Panting. His arms strained at the tie around them, trying to fight against it and trying not to break it at the same time. He didn’t want this moment to end, even as he desperately sought more stimulation, chasing his climax.

Misty gave him a wicked little smile, then opened her mouth. Her tongue unfurled, and she began drawing circles around the head when it came up between her breasts. It was the barest touch, a fire brand that trailed along the sensitive flesh, driving him wild.

Teasing. Tormenting. Bringing him up to an edge without giving him what he needed to let him fall over.

“Misty!” He growled, hips pumping. But she had such perfect control over him, he gained nothing but her amusement.

“You want it?” She asked, flicking her tongue over his cockhead.

“Yes!”

“Beg me for it.”

“Please!” He groaned, his thighs shaking as he dug his claws into his wrists, barely resisting the urge to use them to try to rip through the tie. Because he wanted that permission. He craved her grace and mercy just as much as he needed the release.

“Please what?” She asked so innocently, like she really might not know what he was talking about, even as she leaned into his bucking hips, helping him thrust against her. Meanwhile, her hand pumping his tail worked its way under him and she was now squeezing the base of the sensitive limb.

Tsok was going cross eyed. He needed to come, but he needed her to tell him he could. That was their game now, and he desperately wanted to play, to win.

“Please let me come, my sweet mate.”

She chuckled. “What was that you called me?”

He groaned, eyes rolling back. “Sweet, beautiful, merciful mate of mine.”

“Now, now. What did I tell you about calling me that? I’m not your mate yet.”

She loosened her hold on his tail. Her torso started to come up. Depriving him of the pressure he needed when he was so close .

“Please, Misty! ” He corrected himself. He already lost that battle. It didn’t matter now. Not when it was only a matter of time before he could claim her with impunity. But if he didn’t come in the next moment, he was sure his sac would explode from the pressure.

“Just Misty?” She pouted, tugging listlessly on his tail as her nipples and their delicious silver bars rubbed up and down his abdomen. Stroking the fur. Tormenting his cock.

“My love, I beg you, let me come! ” He roared.

Misty paused. The exact opposite of what he wanted!

But before he could try again or beg for her mercy, she was suddenly there. Not just jerking his tail or returning his cock to the soft, warm embrace of her breasts, but she opened her mouth. She closed it around the head and sucked. It was hard and hot and fast. A shock to the system that shattered his mind and body.

He went tense as he came, spurting right into her mouth. He could feel her gulping hungrily, appreciatively at him. Not fast enough as some of it leaked around the seal of her lips, dripping down his cock.

His back hit the couch with a thump as he panted. Misty very deliberately popped her lips off of his head. A string of spit connected them as she lifted her head, licking her lips.

She gave him a happy smile. “Love you too, sugar.”

“Huh…” He was too fuck drunk to focus on what she was saying. Damn it all, she was so fucking beautiful. Her eyes bright, her lips shiny, her chest heaving. He needed more. He was still hard. But the pleasure had already struck him too dumb to think.

She pulled her hand out from under him and ran both of them up his chest as she sat up. Her fingers spread through the fur as she hummed in delight.

“You called me your love,” she reminded him.

Had he?

Oh. He had. As he begged, casting his mind around for something to call her. He didn’t even know why that popped out. He’d never claimed to love another person before. He wasn’t sure that was something his people did anymore. Tsok was fully aware that other species would profess their love for each other, but mated couples on Kree didn’t. Even Boktare, for as much as he professed his affections for Fia, didn’t come right out and declare that he loved her.

That just wasn’t something his people did.

But he did. He really did.

Misty was just so unspeakably precious to him. A delight to his senses. A pleasure to his mind. He was always eager to hear what direction her thoughts had taken – even if they had taken the direction that he did something wrong. It made him more eager to fulfill her desires. To satisfy her.

He loved to hold her down and dominate her.

He loved when she tied him up and dominated him.

Any time spent with her was a pleasure. She consumed his thoughts when they were apart. He dreamed of her more often than not. He knew there was a time in his life before her, but he had no idea what he even did with his time back then. It all seemed so meaningless.

Knowing all that, having studied humans and their mating habits so diligently, the word love must have burrowed its way into his brain. And, in that moment, without thinking about what it meant, or that it was his first time saying it, he’d just made the declaration.

And then was rewarded for it by her bright smile. Her joy as she held herself over him.

“Say it again,” she ordered sweetly, taking hold of his cock.

“I love you,” he murmured, transfixed by the sight, the feeling of her warm hands on the sensitive skin making him groan as she notched his head against her entrance.

“Again,” she breathed.

He obliged. “I love you.”

And again. “I love you.”

As she sank down, she shivered. Soaking in the words he kept repeating as she slowly sat herself fully upon his length. Her slick heat, so tight it was strangling, enveloped him. She was shaking over him, her robe falling off her shoulders and pooling around her waist and wrists as she kept her hands on his chest, using him as leverage to begin rocking her hips up and down. Riding with a tortuous, aching, slowness. Grinding. Twisting. Seeking her own pleasure, completely ignoring his. And he adored her selfishness. He wanted nothing more than to be used by her.

“I cannot wait to mate you,” he growled, his hips jerking. “I’m going to breed you so deep, so thoroughly, you’re never going to get me out of you.”

“Shut up,” she groaned, hips bouncing up and down. Her eyes rolling back. “I don’t want to come yet. I want to enjoy this.”

“I love you, my sweet mate.”

Misty struck. Her hand closed around his muzzle. Keeping his jaw from parting, disabling his ability to talk as she continued to ride his cock like it was a toy only for her pleasure.

The fleshy scales covering his shaft were sensitive. He was acutely aware of the tips of them rubbing against the soft, hot, inner walls of his female’s tight sheath. And he knew she loved them too. The way she twisted her hips made them massage her insides, especially that extra sensitive spot he’d long ago found and began exploiting.

He growled. Shaking under her. His release building again. It was so good to be completely under her control. Unable to even speak. This was only about her pleasure, and it was beautiful to see. Her body was moving so tortuously over his. The way her muscles tensed and jumped while the soft parts around her breasts, her hips, jiggled with each bounce drove him wild. He just loved watching her bounce, bounce, bounce. The ecstasy on her face made his abdomen clench as his climax began to climb again. His cock throbbed within her and she hissed at him.

“Don’t you dare come,” she ordered, even as her hips started going faster. “Not yet. Not before me. Don’t you… dare…”

Her voice broke as her movements became stuttered and uncoordinated. His sac was tingling, tightening, with the urge to release. But he clenched all his muscles, trying to keep it back. To give her what she wanted.

But her body, her movements, made it so hard. At the same time, he didn’t want it to end and lose the sight of her taking her pleasure so decisively. So eagerly. The way she controlled him with her tie around his wrists, her hand clasping his muzzle. Reducing him to nothing but her toy, and a toy couldn’t come before his mistress.

She started to falter. Falling over him. Her thighs shaking, not quite getting the movement she needed. She let out a cry of dismay.

Tsok, like the good fuck toy he was, took over. He jerked his hips, thrusting up. Nearly upsetting her seat, but hitting deep. She moaned, fingers digging into his muzzle. But he loved that tiny bite of pain from her little claws. Her thighs tightened around his hips, but he knew she wasn’t trying to keep him still. It was only to gain just a bit more leverage as she teetered right there on the edge. Her entire body trembling and pulsing as she gasped-

“I love you. I love you! Fuck, I love you! ”

She shattered, her entire body tensing over him as the grip of her cunt broke him. He roared through his still-closed muzzle, hips jerking up, filling her. Wishing he could just grab her hips and yank her down, but the ties held against his uncoordinated attempts to break free.

Misty collapsed against his chest before he finished. His cock was still throbbing inside her, lazily shooting out the last of his seed as she laid sprawled out there, panting. Her hand slipped from his muzzle, down the side of his head where she began lazily scratching at the base of his ear. He groaned from the pleasure of it. The feeling wasn’t the electrical, sexual stimulation of her grabbing his tail, but it was certainly a good, comforting feeling. He’d only come twice. He had so much more in him. But she was making no efforts to continue. Tormenting him all over again.

He loved it.

His hips finally dropped back onto the couch. Somehow, despite the satisfaction of their lovemaking, the air was still charged between them.

“I cannot wait to marry you,” Misty said, turning her head so she could smile at him. “I really do love you, sugar.”

Lifting his own head, he nuzzled her as much as he was able. “You know, I feel the same.”

She chuckled. “You sound surprised.”

“I am surprised. Marriage isn’t part of my culture. So, I didn’t think it would mean anything to me outside of what it means to you.” He felt his expression softening. “But I am excited. I’m eager to lay claim to you in as many ways as I can. Maybe Boktare has a point about needing to make sure there’s a process, because if there wasn’t, I don’t think I would be able to hold back anymore.”

Misty laughed. Her body rocking over his cock, making him groan. “Goodness, Tsok. Maybe don’t mention Boktare while you’re still inside me.”

He growled, dropped his arms. Still tied, they fell over her head, trapping her against him. She made a very good point. He didn’t like hearing another male’s name from her mouth right now.

She blinked, surprised, but then her expression turned wicked and seductive. Like she knew exactly what he was thinking.

And as she kissed him, he thought that she probably did.