Chapter 5 #3
Her tight wetness surrounds me instantly.
Astryd grips me like a vice. Her breath catches at my invasion.
She holds completely still as I push forward slowly.
My cock butts up against her virginity, and I spit out a curse.
I lean down to capture her lips, urging her to submit with my tongue. She holds onto my straining forearms.
I push all the way into her, not stopping until I’m fully inside.
Swallowing her scream, I whisper words of adoration and encouragement to her. I hate that I’ve caused her pain—I never will again. The only discomfort she’ll experience at my hand is the kind that will make her come even harder. I hold completely still as her body adjusts around me.
“Qurill,” she whispers. “Please. I’m okay. More.”
Her words are choppy, but I hear her plea.
Retreating slightly, I push back inside her.
My scales graze her inner walls until my head butts up against her womb.
The thought of getting her pregnant is fleeting.
I would love to have a child with her, but we need some time first. I don’t want to share her with anyone right now—not even our child.
Besides, I’m not above much when it comes to claiming Astryd, but I would never bind her to me with a child. I’ll just have to convince her to stay because of how badly she wants me.
I pull my hips back until only my cockhead is inside her. With a quick surge, I slam all the way back into her. She groans, her breasts jostling with the impact. I fuck her hard and deep, establishing a punishing rhythm.
Her hips lift to meet my thrusts. Lithe thighs wrap around my waist, holding me as close as possible. I kiss her mouth again, before trailing my lips to her ear.
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to give you up,” I whisper into her ear. “Knowing how snug and wet you are—how can I release this treasure between your legs back into the world? It needs to be kept and protected. Just as you do.”
“Qurill,” she groans.
“My desperate girl. Do you need to be fucked harder?”
“Yes!” she screams. “Yes, yes! Please.”
I grin against her before pulling back. Taking her knees in my hands, I toss them over my shoulders.
Holding her thighs tightly to my chest, I power into her from below.
She is deliciously tight. Her hands cushion against my thighs that slap into her backside.
She moans loudly, her mouth open with heavy sobs.
“You’re so big,” she whimpers. “I’m close.”
My grin is pure satisfaction. I can feel her tightening down on me. One tweak of her clit and she’ll come. She knows it too. I continue to fuck her over and over. Her pussy clenches down on me as her whole body goes tight. Holding her thighs to my chest, I fuck her over and over—and then stop.
I am frozen within her. The sound of our bodies slapping around the room dissipates. Astryd growls, sitting up straighter on the bed. I drop her legs and throw them apart. Her eyes are wide in shock as I chuckle darkly.
Shaking my head, I skim my hand along her quivering inner thigh.
“Did you really think I was going to let you off that easily?”
Astryd groans as I pull out of her. Quickly, I roll her onto her side and crawl up beside her.
Smacking her ass, she jolts before settling back against me.
I lift her top leg as I drag my cock through her wetness.
My length glistens with her juices. Gripping it tightly, I press my head against her pink asshole.
Astryd thrashes her eyes, going wide as she stares at me over her shoulder.
“Did you really think I’d let you leave me, without laying claim to all your holes?” I tsk slightly shaking my head. “Surely you should know me better than that.”
“Qurill, please. I—I don’t think—”
My lips kiss her temple, nuzzling into her before finding her ear again.
“Don’t worry, Astryd. I’ll fuck your ass next time.”
I don’t give her a chance to respond—a chance to say that this is the only time we can be together.
Without another word, I plunge my cock deep into her pussy.
Astryd screams as she claws at the sheets.
I hold her hip as I fuck into her ruthlessly.
My hips bounce off her ass. Her hand reaches behind me to tangle in my hair and hold my face to her.
Cupping her jaw, I let my mask slip and allow my primal nature to take charge. Her pussy tightens on my hammering cock. We both need this. We need each other.
“You were made for this, Astryd. Made to be my little fucktoy,” I snarl.
“I’ll leave you ruined on the surface. How long do you think you’ll last without this?
A day? A week?” She groans, shaking her head as I continue.
“When you need me again, just walk naked into the sea. I’ll find you and give you my cock. I promise.”
“Qurill,” she moans. “Please. I’m close—let me come. Please.”
I’m not surprised she doesn’t say anything to my declaration. I can still make her come. Once she does, she’ll see why she can’t leave me. No other male will be worthy of her submission. She needs me to look out for her. She’ll see that soon enough.
I continue to thrust into her roughly before snaking my hand around to the front of our bodies. Finding her clit, I work tight circles on it. Astryd gasps, her whole body locking down. Her eyes are wide and unseeing—a scream sticks in her throat. She clamps down on me like a fist as she comes.
I thrust deep one more time, my teeth biting into her shoulder as I pump deep and empty myself.
Her greedy pussy drinks down my seed. It spills inside her in a rush.
There is so much of it, it squelches between us, staining the silk sheets below.
I stay inside her until her shocks of pleasure subside.
Gently pulling out, another fresh rush of seed coats her inner thighs.
Turning her in my arms, I hold her close.
She nuzzles under my chin. I feel her heart pounding against mine.
I can feel our souls weaving together. She is my mate, and while she is human, she has to feel it too.
We are meant to be together. In the bliss after our coupling, I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.
I kiss her sweaty brow. She blinks up at me, tipping her chin so that I can taste her lips. Our kiss is chaste. The gentleness of it makes my heart pound. I touch our foreheads together and stare into her blue eyes.
“Are you alright?”
She smiles up at me, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. Her fingers trace my fin, causing me to shiver.
“I’m wonderful.”
Staring at her is like glimpsing into the future.
I can picture us like this every morning and night.
Spending our days exploring and spending our evenings marking each other inside and out.
Even though I was buried inside her less than a minute ago, I can already feel her slipping away.
Our time together is shortening with every second.
The comforting silence of our coupling begins to turn cold.
Panic sets in. She has not changed her mind, I can see that on her face.
I’ve shown her the pleasure I can give her—that she would be safe with me and well taken care of, and yet it is not enough.
She still wants to leave me. I can’t let that happen, and I am not above begging.
“Don’t go,” I whisper. “Remain here with me as long as you like, but please, don’t let this end tonight. Please, Astryd.”
Her hand drifts to my cheek, gently thumbing my cheekbone. Her smile is small and sad. Red rims her eyes as she blinks away the gathering moisture.
“I cannot stay, Qurill.”
Her words are soft and final.
Hopelessness is an anchor around his ankle, dragging him down into the murky depths.
I want to argue with her, to fuck her again, and remind her who’s mastered her body.
I want to lay bare my own soul and tell her how much I love her.
That would be cruel to do so. Not to mention unwise.
I wouldn’t want her to stay with me out of pity.
Astryd’s soft lips press against mine.
“Just let me have tonight. Please.”
I nod, unsure what to say next. I failed.
I did not prove myself to her, and now I’m going to lose her.
Not completely, even when I leave her on the surface, I’ll keep watch over her for the rest of her life.
I’ll be her shadow—the figure in the distance that always seems to be following her. I couldn’t stop myself even if I tried.
Astryd’s stomach growls to life between us. Even though I loathe having to leave her, I’m grateful for the task of providing for her.
“Let me get you something to eat.”
I leave the room and collect a steaming plate of fish and seasoned rice.
Returning to the bed, Astryd has slid beneath the ruined sheets.
She says nothing as I hand the plate over towards her.
The easy quiet we once shared has disintegrated.
Her mind is made up. Any attempt to sway her decision will just push her further away.
I watch her eat from the corner of the bed.
She picks at her food for a few moments before setting the plate aside. Settling under the sheets, her hair fans out on the pillow. Her body is tense, and I hate that. Still, I don’t want to waste a moment of her being here.
I crawl up behind her and lay my arm against her waist. Immediately, she relaxes, settling against me.
I kiss her soft shoulder and breathe in her sweet scent, committing it to memory.
Her breathing soon deepens and becomes even.
Staring down at her beautiful face, I can see her adventurous spirit hovering beneath the surface.
It longs to be freed but has been caged by years of self-preservation.
My only hope now is that she’ll do as I said and reach out to me when she needs to be pleasured. It’s the only hope I have to hold onto. If I return her to the surface and keep my distance, perhaps I’ll give her a chance to miss me.
I spend the next few hours cataloging all the freckles on her shoulders.
Dawn is only a few hours away, and though I hate to leave her with so little time remaining, there is still a wrong that needs to be righted. The man who chained her will soon find himself in a watery grave. I’ll enjoy this kill—knowing it’ll keep Astryd safe.
I’ll be her protector—her shadow. Even if she doesn’t want me to be.