Chapter 17 - Zyntarr
Why, in the name of the Goddesses, did I not devour as much of that damned leaf as I could?
I had witnessed other males openly chewing the bitter-tasting stuff from first sun’s up, until second-sun’s set. And I had thought them fools.
No more. I am the fool, it seems.
I would have consumed three whole bushes of the plant if I had known it would put my Bea’s mind at rest about taking my seed.
But I had not.
No matter. My Bea is here in my nest, she is completely uncovered, baring her beautifully soft female body to me, and trusting me with it - with her. That trust alone is almost enough to make me spill.
Yes, I think to myself as I mouth at the delicate skin of Bea’s throat. Her trust in me, the desire she shows me when we are like this. It is all enough to make me cover the soft skin of her thighs with my seed.
I-
I need to calm myself.
It is a very hard thing to do when there is a needy little female writhing beneath me.
I slip my hand lower, cupping her precious little cunt. She gasps and starts rutting her hips against my palm. I can feel a slickness there, where her body wishes to welcome me.
I wish that, too.
Groaning into her throat, I shift lower on her soft, pleasing body, nosing and nuzzling along the curve of her beautiful breast. It is then that I cannot help myself - I rub at her cunt in circles, at the same time as I take one of her pert nipples into my mouth.
Bea makes a noise like this is pleasing to her - for which, I am glad.
I had not overly thought on the action, only acted on impulse.
And my impulses now, are telling me to suck - gently at first, and then a little harder.
I moan around her nipple, sure that my straining cock is leaking where it is pressed against her thigh.
I cannot help but buck my hips against her - like a wild animal lost to its instincts.
“I want you, Zyn,” Bea says breathlessly.
I pull off from her nipple, leaving it with a lick of my tongue, my tail giving her a squeeze where it is wrapped around her calf. “You have me.”
She is a sight beneath me, her hair mussed and her cheeks blooming with color. Her hips start to slow their rutting against my hand. Shaking her head, she swallows as she looks up at me. “I’d like it if you could…”
“What is it, little Bea?” I almost growl, so desperate to please her.
“Could you… um… rub your cock on me… here-” she pats the back of my hand where I cup her cunt.
I am kneeling between her splayed thighs in an instant.
I must have moved more swiftly than my female is anticipating, because she lets out an adorable squeak of surprise.
Quickly, her thighs snap shut as if she is suddenly very shy.
There is no need for this. I wish to see all of her, and I am a very lucky male indeed that she would show herself to me.
I have scented fear on Bea before, and this is not that. There is still the strong, sweet aroma of want, and with a watering mouth, I slowly prise her thighs apart, keeping my good eye on her face for any indication that she does not want for me to continue.
When she lays open for me, it is the sight of a Goddess. I cannot help but start to slowly stroke my cock as if I were about to make a seed offering while I stare down at her. “May I lick you?” I ask, my eyes fixed on the feast between her legs while one of my hands keeps her held open for me.
Bea shakes her head and I almost whine like a youngling being denied a treat. “Not yet… or not this time. Can you…” she gestures with a jerk of her head toward where I am still stroking my eager cock. She licks her lips as she watches me, and I almost spill all over again.
Goddesses help me.
I grunt as I nod and shift on my knees as I lower the underside of my length to brush against Bea’s little cunt.
I actually do whine now. “You are wet,” I say, pulling my hips back and then pushing them forward so that my cock glides through her. “And warm.”
She does not say a word, but her pretty little lips part as she watches me, her breaths coming out slightly panted.
“Is this what you will feel like when you accept me into your precious cunt?” I ask, speaking my thoughts out loud I concentrate my cockhead on that part that Bea likes for me to touch. “Will you feel warm, and welcoming? Will you be slippery with want and ready for me?”
I eye the size of myself against her. “You will need to be very slippery and yielding for me, little Bea-”
“Please-” she moans, her hips lifting from the nest.
Now it is her face that I watch. She has turned it into the feathers of my nest as if she cannot look at me. I gently slap my heavy cock against her pleasure to get her attention on me again. It works. Her face is one of shock and desire. “Please, what?” I ask.
My Bea wets her lips, her eyes darting from my face to where I am rubbing myself on her slowly again.
She does not answer me - only watches with pretty eyes that become heavy-lidded.
Gliding against her feels so, so good. I know I could erupt with seed and coat her belly and cunt.
But I want for my Bea to soar to her pleasure before I even think of taking my own.
I experiment, keeping an eye on her expression, and listening for those breathy little noises she makes when things are good for her.
When I carefully notch my cockhead at her entrance, Bea’s breath hitches and her hips rise again.
“You cannot mean that,” I ask her, panting, sweat dotting my brow. “Bea-”
“Just a little bit,” she pleads. “I just want to feel you. Just… just the tip of you, Zyn.”
I groan at the sight of her, the thought of her taking even just my eager cockhead. If I start to spill I will have to-
It is too late. My body has taken over where my mind is murmuring caution. Slowly, I push forward. There is a little resistance due to my size, but I find I am so gone for this female that I resort to spitting on my own cockhead to ease my entry.
Gently, I push forward and then retreat, repeating the motion until the bunched brow on Bea’s expression smooths and she tips her head back with a pleased sigh.
My cockhead has disappeared inside my female. She is taking me.
Some of me at least.
And it feels like falling through a sky I never knew existed. It feels like every part of my body is alight with fire and soothed with waters at the same time. It feels like she is the center of everything that is.
“Bea-” I breathe, my eyes screwed shut as my wings shudder around me.
“I know,” she whispers. “Keep moving.”
When I open my eyes again, I find that Bea has snaked a hand down her body to rub little circles into that pleasure part of hers, just above where she is taking my cockhead.
I do as I am commanded, moving my hips in small thrusts as my one good eye feasts on everything it possibly can - her pretty face scrunched up in concentration and bliss, her soft breasts rising with her panted breaths, or the sight between her splayed thighs, where her cunt wets my cock with each small thrust.
“Zyntarr,” she moans. “Zyntarr, I’m-I’m…”
It’s then that my female makes a squeal that I want to hear every day of my life. I feel her cunt squeeze the tip of my cock and I somehow have enough sense left over to pull myself from her welcoming body so I can jerk and grunt as I decorate my little Bea with my seed.
We stay like that for a moment or two, trying to catch our breaths while our soaring pleasures drift gently back down to the here and now.
“I will…” my words are still ragged and breathless, my heart racing as if I have just flown to the edges of Trixikka lands and back again. “I will get more of that leaf,” I tell her, reaching for my loincloth to clean my female. “Much, much more.”
Bea just giggles, and it is the lightest, most precious sound.