Chapter 21 - Zyntarr #2
I smile up at her and she hums, twisting to dip the cloth in the water again.
A shaft of morning sunlight slices through the air in our hut.
It pours in from where I had speared through my own roof to get to Tryk up there.
The dim of my hut makes it easy to see the dust specks floating in and out of the slice of light.
They disappear when they are not in the light’s path, like my skin-stars when they come across one of my scars.
That shaft of light ends on the round of one of my Bea’s shoulders, and I find myself tracing the shape of it on her own skin.
Bea is still cleaning me. She wipes at my shoulder gently and slowly and I match her gentleness with my fingertips on her own skin, following the same path she takes on my own body.
She wipes down my arm. I softly brush down hers.
She slowly swipes the cloth up to my neck. I follow the curves of her throat.
Her skin pricks with little bumps wherever I touch.
They are like a skin-star of sorts, following the paths of my fingertips as I’m sure my stars are doing to the journey of Bea’s cloth.
But it is then that I cannot take it any longer.
Those little bumps that react to my touch entice me closer, and I revel in the quiet gasp from Bea’s lips when I finally press my mouth to her neck.
I pull away, but not before licking the patch of skin-bumps just below her jaw. Her eyes dart between both of mine, the sighted and the unseeing. When she brings a hand to my face, I cannot help but lean into that touch.
“I almost lost you,” she murmurs down at me.
I shake my head and swallow. It is a most unwelcome thought - losing my Bea. I want to tell her that I will always be by her side, but this last day I had come so close to losing everything. Before I can even shape my mouth around any words of comfort for her, it is occupied in another way.
Bea swoops down to pluck little presses of her mouth to mine before she deepens them, sliding her arms around my neck to press herself closer.
What need have we for words, when she can talk to me like this?
When I can feel her needs and fears through the way she clings, the way she pushes her tongue past the boundary of my lips.
I groan into that hot little mouth of hers, and pull her even closer still, surrounding her with my arms, pressing her tightly to my front.
I want Bea molded to me like a second skin.
I want to be able to taste her, always. I want… so much.
Our meeting of mouths - the ‘keesing’ - takes on the spirit of a sparring match. First she is the one hungry for victory, pushing and claiming, trading urgent heat as she devours me.
Suddenly, Bea pulls back, and I cannot help but chase those lips of hers, capturing them once, twice, before she pushes me away. “Your injury!” she gasps. “I’m meant to be taking care of you-”
I take her lips again. “You are,” I tell her between presses of our mouths. “You are taking care of me so well.”
She shudders in my arms. “You’re hurt.”
“I will be more hurt if you deny me this, little Bea,” I tell her, nipping at her lips.
There’s a heat that flashes in her eyes that ignites a rumbled growl in me. And, in no time at all, our mouths are in battle again.
We both know I have the strength and size to best her in any battle, despite my injury.
But I like her like this. I like her leading me, for I would follow her to the stars if that’s where she decided we should go.
She is such a small, timid thing at times, but now, with her on top of me, leading our ‘keesing’, she is my own High Spearess, my Temple, my Goddess of Goddesses.
“Please,” I plead into her mouth. “Please let me lick your sacred cunt again.”
She shakes her head, but keeps on keesing me. “You’re injured.”
“It would make me feel better,” I argue. This, I am sure of.
She giggles into my mouth again, but gently pushes me to lay back on our nest. “If you think that will make you feel better, I have something else in mind that might also work?”
I am intrigued. Though, I do not think anything could be as good as licking her cunt.
Looking at my Bea with a single raised brow, I silently ask her to explain - she does.
But not in words. Instead, she shifts her hips, rubbing her covered cunt over my eager, swollen cock.
The delicious action draws out a hiss from me as my head falls back to the nest. Whatever she has in mind for us, I am more than willing to participate.
“Yes,” I say, gritting my teeth against the feel of her grinding forward and back over me. “Whatever you are thinking of, yes.”
“Are you sure?”
Gripping her thighs, I lift my head to nod up at her so swiftly, I almost injure my neck.
My Bea’s movements stop, and she blinks down at me for a breath or two. I watch her swallow as she continues to stare. “What is it?”
Instead of answering me, she crosses her arms, grips her top covering and lifts it over her head, baring her beautiful breasts to me. Then, she shifts off of her perch on my lap and rids herself of her lower coverings, too. Standing there, completely bare, my Bea is a Goddess before me.
“Take it off,” she says, her eyes darting quickly down to my loincloth.
My fingers fumble eagerly to do as I am asked. Why is my cloth secured so well - and with so many leather cords?! Did I fasten all of these? What was I thinking?!
“Here,” Bea laughs, softly, her smaller, more nimble hands push mine away. “Let me before you decide to start slicing again.”
When she wraps her fingers around my shaft and pulls me out from my coverings, I cannot help the groan that releases from my throat. That very same groan dies in a gasp when my Bea ducks her head to take my cock in her warm, welcoming little mouth and sucks.
I am babbling nonsense words, I am sure, but all of them are in adoration for my female. I am sure that she could ask anything of me in this moment and I would grant it, and when her gentle hand cups my sack, I almost spill my seed right then on her tongue.
“Bea,” I moan her name hoarsely. But she removes her mouth from my shaft with a delicate swirl of that very tongue to my sensitive cockhead, making my stomach and sack tense with pleasure.
Swinging a leg over my hips, Bea settles on the tops of my thighs.
She eyes my swollen cock before taking it in her delicate little human hands again, gifting me with slow, deliberate, painfully wonderful strokes up and down my shaft.
I shudder from the sensation of pleasure.
Then, my Bea does something I do not think I have ever seen her do - she spits…
on me… directly on my cock, using her saliva to smooth her stroking, just like I had when we had done this before.
I do not know why, but Bea doing this to me makes me groan deeply. I wish for her to spit on me again.
When she shifts her position - rising on her knees and moving forward, it takes me a moment or two to realize she is lining up my cockhead with her cunt.
At first, she is rubbing herself on me, using my cock for her pleasure - something I wish for her to do whenever she pleases.
But then, she notches the tip of my eager length at her entrance and bears down on me.
Both of our breaths hitch as one when my cockhead breaches her. And it is the same welcoming sensation as when we had done this before. Just the tip, slow and gentle - careful.
“Have you been eating your contraceptive leaves?” she asks.
I nod my head like my life depends on answering that question. “Yes. Yes, I have been eating many. The bitter taste is a constant friend of mine now.”
She smiles at this, but her lips soon part and her brow furrows in concentration.
It is then that I fully realize what it is she means to do as she slowly, carefully, gently bobs up and down on my cock.
Each time, her sacred cunt stretches to take more of my length, bit by bit.
I do not think I breathe again until she stills, half my length buried snugly in her welcoming warmth.
“Don’t move,” she whispers, holding herself still as she takes deliberate breaths.
I hold my frame as still as I am able, my jaw tense from the strain.
Somewhere deep in my mind is a voice growling for me to buck my hips up into her, or roll us so she is beneath me again.
But I will not do this. My Bea has asked me to be still.
She is in control this day - and for all my days.
If she wishes to mount me so that she guides our mating, she may do so any day she pleases.
I will have to become better skilled at holding still, though, I think to myself, as my tail coils tighter around her ankle, my wings beg to flex and sweat dots my brow from my concentration.
I blow out a curse when she starts to move on me again, edging lower and lower, bit by bit. Until finally, her body is flush with mine, my cock completely at home in her sweet little cunt.
I huff from my nose - a relief. But when I notice my Bea is trembling on top of me, I am full of concern.
I dare not move still, fearful that she is in pain. “Are you-”
“I feel so full,” she groans, tipping forward to rest her forehead on my chest. Can she feel how my heart thunders like a storm for her there?
I stroke my hands up and down her splayed thighs. “This is… a good thing?”
She does not say anything, except to nod her head against my chest.
“Oh, thank the stars,” I quickly blow out. “Because this is a very good thing for me.”
Bea looks up at me, then, her pretty eyes peeking at me through her messed hair. “It is?” she grins, her cheeks flush.
Of course it is. It is more than good. She is trusting me with her body. Males would kill to feel this, die to protect her.
I would do both many times over.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, I tell her. “‘Good’ is not the right word for how you are making me feel right now.”
“Oh yeah?” she asks, that grin spreading as she starts to move again, rocking her hips so that the grip of her snug little cunt glides up and down my length, making me hiss. “Then what is the right word, Zyn?”
“I-I…” my mind is made of zyzzie-nuts and only half as useful right now.
This only serves to spur Bea on as she starts to ride my length faster.
I swallow hard, wet my lips, and groan as I toss my head. “It is-… You are-… you are unmaking me, little female.”
“Zyn,” she moans, twisting her movements to grind herself against me, her head thrown back, too.
I cannot help it - I snarl, baring my teeth as I grip her hips and start to buck up into her.
“Yes! God, yes!”
I feel her flutter around me and I am burning alive with pleasure for her as our movements crash together like a storm so perfect only the Goddesses could have sent it to us.
I am about to erupt inside my Bea when the heat from her cunt is suddenly and violently missing. Bea flops forward on me, panting but it is too late, my cock spends my seed in spurts between us, coating my stomach as my hips buck up into nothing.
For a while, we are laid there, two breathless, sticky creatures glowing with a pleasure that is slowly floating back down like a Trixikka feather on the breeze.
My purr is surely vibrating against my female’s cheek where she has collapsed upon me, my fingertips tracing patterns on the bare skin of her back.
If she had accepted my seed, would we see my stars there, playfully reacting to my touch?
“Your injury-” Bea says, as if suddenly remembering. She tries to pull away, but my arms hold her fast.
“Is perfectly healed.” I wish for her to stay like this for the whole of this day - even with the mess I have created between us.
Even so, my female is successful in pulling away. She leans up to look down upon me.
And the first place her eyes go to is my chest, where my heart-stars should be shining bright.
I swallow thickly. Her gaze lingers too long, and there is something to her expression that I do not like.
I see a longing there as she strokes my star-less scars, and where only moments ago my body had been lit up with pleasure, I only feel a growing heaviness that makes it hard to breathe.