Chapter 13 - Bea #2
My tongue rolls out to wet my lips - a move that has Zayntarr’s eye darting down to follow it.
I don’t know what comes over me. I’m never bold. Never forward. I’ve always been too scared to explore that side of myself. But Zyntarr makes me feel the opposite of that. He makes me feel brave enough to let ‘horny Bea’ out from the cage she’s been gnawing at.
A drop of juice from the half-bitten fruit I’ve been holding falls onto Zyntarr’s collarbone.
‘Horny Bea’ seems to take the wheel because before I know it, I’m ducking down the short distance to clean the sticky juice from his skin with my tongue.
An explosion of skin-stars appear in that spot, joined by more from other areas of his body, almost like they’re begging me to lick them, too.
“Bea-” Zyntarr says, strangling my name with the amount of restraint this man has.
Maybe it’s because from this angle, I can’t see his beautiful face, but the siren in me that I never even knew existed comes out to play.
“There are a lot of ways I could care for you, Zyntarr,” I purr, my words dipped in a coating of seduction that has never left my mouth before.
Right before me, I see Zyntarr’s throat bob as he swallows again.
He holds himself very still, except for the rise and fall of his impressive chest. “Would you like me to show you?” I ask.
The quick grunt he gives is accompanied by an almost frantic nodding of his head. “If I am deserving of such care, Bea, I-”
Zyntarr’s voice cuts off with a sharp inhale as I give those skin-stars what they want.
My starting point is his collarbone, and I lick a line up his throat to just under his jaw.
Zyntarr’s huge, inky wings shudder around us.
The movement makes the tiny little neon-colored stars on the tips of his feathers create little zig-zag light-streaks across my vision, reminiscent of how the tail of a sparkler imprints onto night air.
“You are deserving, Zyntarr,” I whisper into his neck before being so bold as to give his scarred skin a gentle nip.
“You’ve been so good to me. I want to show my appreciation. ”
My heart is thudding painfully in my chest and half of me wants to freeze again. To stop this and lock up in place, not moving forward.
Well, maybe not half of me. More like a quarter? Maybe even closer to a tenth?
Whatever.
It doesn’t matter.
All that matters is that the portion of me that is on board with ‘horny Bea’s’ plans is so unbelievably excited right now, I might burst out of my skin.
Speaking of skin. I press my lips over the pulse in Zyntarr’s neck, the area getting so bright now with all the skin-stars zooming to meet my lips.
The big man groans and shudders again, this time bringing his hands up to grip at my hips.
Faintly, I can hear the soft thuds of fruits hitting the floor of his hut as he must have completely discarded them in favor of touching me.
The reaction I get from this man does nothing but spur me on, quietening that tiny part of me that is questioning all of this.
I move lower, kissing, nipping and licking the skin of his chest, stopping to pay attention to the scars over his heart.
I stare at the skin for a blink or two, and at how the dim stars there look like they’re behind thick, frosted glass.
“Maybe this will help them glow brighter,” I say to him, though I feel like I’m talking to myself, too.
“Bea-” Zyntarr starts, but whatever he was going to say dies in his throat as I slide off his lap and kneel between his parted legs.
I slowly stroke my palms down Zyntarr’s chest, his abs, and then to his loincloth, loving the way his skin-stars cascade down his front to follow me down there too, all of them running the obstacle course of his scars. “Yes?”
Zyntarr swallows thickly again, his eye fixed on where one of my hands rests on his thigh, the other on his waistline.
“I…”
I wait for him to finish his sentence. Instead, his gaze gets snagged on how the anticipation of what I’m about to do has me biting into my bottom lip.
I’m about to suck Zyntarr’s dick.
I’m not hugely experienced in giving head, but this already feels a million times better then when I’d tried before while I was a teen. Mainly because he didn’t beg me until I gave in. I want to. Like… really, really want to. I want to make him feel good.
Zyntarr reaches forward and cups the side of my face in his huge, warm hand, the calloused skin sending tingles of sensation down the back of my neck and spine.
“You are a Goddess walking among us,” he rasps, his thumb gently stroking over the apple of my cheek.
“You should not kneel for a male like me.”
Why does that make me want to suck his dick even more?
“I think you’ll like me kneeling for you soon enough,” I tell him as my hands smooth up and down his thighs, starting to disappear under his loincloth. “Do I have permission to…” my hands still, dangerously close to their intended destination of that huge thing straining under there.
Zyn makes a strangled sort of noise and nods his head quickly. “You have my permission to do anything you wish, my mate.”
I can’t help it. My eyes drop briefly to his chest. It’s a reflex for me now. There’s still no bright heart-stars, but that’s ok. Maybe it will be fun trying to coax them out of hiding.
Nodding my head, I push the soft hide material of Zyntarr’s loincloth up to his hips, exposing his length. He’s so thick, and heavy that the line of him draws a slow curve off to one side, like all that weight from his desire was impossible for gravity to ignore.
I’d gotten a glimpse of his body last night, but not one that satisfied my curiosity. This - with him right in front of me, where I can practically see the pulse in his length as his skin-stars race up and down him - is very satisfying indeed.
Tentatively, I wrap my hand around him. Zyntarr seems to stop breathing altogether, but I don’t worry myself about that. I don’t take my eyes off of where my palm envelopes the hot, thickness of him, giving him an experimental stroke.
“Bea-” my name is a breath, half warning, half worship. And even with that warning, he can’t seem to help the way his purr revs up in his chest above me.
It only serves to make me even bolder. Leaning forward, I lick a stripe up the underside of his cock with the flat of my tongue.
Reveling in the way Zyntarr lets out an animalistic groan, I do it again.
He jolts and before I know it, Zyntarr’s big hand comes to cover mine at the base of him, squeezing my grip around himself.
“I will spill,” he says, half-panting.
Oh, I think, sitting back on my haunches for a second.
“You are… too…” Zyntarr swallows, clearly flustered, “…exciting to me.”
Something warm ignites in my belly. “That’s ok,” I tell him. “We can go slow. And if you… you know… it’s alright.”
With all my inexperience and with… well… just the way I am, I really thought that I’d be the one needing to go slow when it comes to these kinds of things.
Zyntarr’s breath is already a little ragged when he nods his head, his hand still squeezing mine wrapped around the base of his cock.
Leaning forward, I press a kiss to the underside of the head of his length, all while maintaining eye contact with that one, piercing blue eye of his.
Zyn shudders, his feathers rustling around us.
“You will be the death of me, female,” he says, voice hoarse and deep as his free hand cups the side of my face.
“And it will be the sweetest death a male could ever know.”
I chuckle lightly, giving his straining cock another affectionate kiss. “Do you want me to stop?”
Groaning, Zyntarr tips his head back, exposing the line of of his throat. “I think that may actually kill me, little Bea.”
I laugh again, feeling light and alive and… so damn powerful on my knees for this huge beast of a man. “Well, we don’t want that. I had better not stop,” I whisper, a smile tugging at my lips before I close my mouth over the head of Zyntarr’s cock.
He’s big, warm and heavy, and I swear I can feel his erratic pulse against my tongue as it caresses the underside - finding veins and ridges that must be a special Trixikka feature.
“Fuck,” Zyntarr hisses, the hand covering mine at his base squeezing even harder.
I pop off of him, glancing up at the panting mess I’m making of him already. “Do you think you’ll survive it if I carry on?” I ask, unable to contain my smirk.
Zyntarr strokes my cheek with his big, rough hand as he breathes heavily.
Gently, that hand takes my jaw and guides me back toward his length.
“Your mouth is worth dying for, my little Bea,” he grunts before feeding me his cock.
The groan he makes is drawn out and loud.
So loud that I’m sure anyone passing by will know what kind of activity we’re up to in here.
But right now, I don’t care, it’s like we’re in our own little world here inside his wings - a world I want to stay and play in.
I bob my head a little barely able to take half of him in and stretching my mouth wide in order to accommodate Zyn’s size.
“Bea… Goddess! Fuck!…” Zyntarr babbles above me, his voice strained and his hips not able to contain the little thrusts he’s doing up into my mouth.
His rough hand spears through my hair, gripping at the roots - the sensation making me moan around his cock.
He only lasts two more bobs of my head before Zyntarr is pulling me off his cock by the hair and panting down at me with such electricity behind that sky blue eye it’s like I can feel the crackle of it all over my body.
“Would you allow me to…” his gaze drops to my lips that are surely swollen now, “…use your mouth?” he asks, his grip in my hair softening as he massages the base of my scalp instead, as if apologizing for the question.
Oh hell. Why is that so hot?
I nod my head - probably more quickly than a lady should.
Swiftly, Zyn swoops down to kiss me - a sweet gesture turned filthy when he pulls back to line the head of his cock with my open mouth again.
His grip in my hair increases as the base of my skull, sending little tingles all down my spine.
“Be still for me, little Bea,” he rasps, desperation in his gaze as he watches himself slowly push past my lips.
“I do not want this to end so soon. Let me have this little piece of control, and I will worship you until the twin suns burn out.”
I nod my head, causing my mouth to move down his length. Zyntarr hisses and tightens his grip on me. From then on, I hold myself still, my lips parted by his thick cock while he slowly, tentatively fucks my mouth.
“Bea-” he whimpers. He actually whimpers, his thrusts starting to get faster.
And it’s the hottest damn thing I think I’ve ever experienced.
“Bea, my love, I am about to-” Zyntarr pulls me off of him just in time for spurts of his sparkly stuff to erupt from the head of his cock as his skin stars race and twirl and…
celebrate his release as he continues to squeeze the hold I have on the base of him.
And speaking of that hold - I… I can feel him come.
I can feel each hot throb of his orgasm, even as his iridescent, glittery cum starts running down the length of him, over his own fisted hand around mine, down his tight balls and onto the floor before my knees.
Zyntarr’s frame is hunched over me, his single eye screwed shut and at some point, his tail had wrapped around my middle without me realizing.
I watch as he tries to calm his breathing, his big wings rising and falling around us with each breath.
I lick my puffy, used lips, not quite believing that I brought this warrior to such a state.
“Looks like you survived that just fine,” I whisper, not able to keep the smirk from my expression.
Zyntarr’s uncovered eye opens and slowly locks onto mine. He grunts, his tail tightening at the same time as the hand around mine - the hand still grasping the base of his still-hard cock. “I had to,” he says, starting to master his breathing again.
“You did?”
“Yes.” And with that one single answer, he whips his wings away from around me, letting light flood into my vision again.
I struggle to see before he yanks me up off the ground in one fluid motion, as graceful as pouncing cat.
Before I know it, he’s laid back and maneuvered us into a position where I’m straddling his chest - a part of him so broad, I feel like I’m practically doing the splits with my thighs parted this wide.
“I had to survive long enough to return the pleasure you just gave to me, little Bea,” Zyntarr tells me as I steady myself over him.
“Wha-… oh… you don’t have to-” I start to say, shaking my head and failing to scramble backward here, perched on top of his big, warm body.
“Shh,” Zyntarr grins up at me, his hands coming up to still my hips.
“If you really want to talk about what is likely to kill a strong male Trixikka like myself-” he says, the scarred brow above his eye-patch rising in a wickedly teasing way, “-then his female not seating herself on his face and making use of his mouth is the deadliest act of all.”
I huff out an incredulous chuckle. “It is?”
The big man beneath me smirks, nodding his head.
“Well, in that case, I should probably-” I start to scoot forward a little, already too aware that all I’m wearing is a long night shirt.
“Yes,” Zyntarr purrs, licking his lips, “use me, Bea, before I perish.”