15. Phial
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Phial
W hen my eyes blink open, it takes me a moment to remember where I am, and then my heart swells. My cocks might be as well, but they're not what's important right now. I'm curled up, my body plastered to Avery's.
In the night we must've moved around. Her back to my front, our bodies curled up almost in the fetal position. I have her toward one of the edges of the nest, furs and blankets piled on one side, and my body on the other, keeping her safe while we sleep, keeping her hidden.
"I love you," I whisper to the back of her head, her blonde hair messy and falling out of its bun from last night. It tickles my nose as I say the words but it only has me smiling more.
I want to stretch out my body, maybe move my cocks around since they're pressing uncomfortably against one another in an attempt to get as close to Avery as possible.
Thinking about her with my cocks has me remembering how well she treated me last night. She didn't seem unhappy with them at all. No, she treated them so fucking good. Worshipping each with her tongue and her mouth and sucking down every drop of my come.
At the mention of me coming in her mouth, she got a desperate, hungry look on her face, and I realized she was going to be a female I'll need to sate with my come often. It's a trait some Rytharian females have, and it makes sense the smugglers would've given it to Avery if she was to be a sex slave.
I'll mention it to Kithi as well. Maybe let her tell Avery why she's so desperate for it. I don't want her to think there's anything wrong with her, especially not when I can keep her nice and full.
Avery stirs awake in a jerk. It catches me by surprise, and then I'm chuckling against the back of her head as she relaxes back in my hold. Not that I'm letting her get anywhere. My arms are locked around her, and my tail is wrapped around her upper thighs. My legs are twined in hers. She's not going anywhere, and no one's getting to her either.
"Oh." Her surprise is a pleasant sound because it's accompanied by her backside wiggling against my cocks.
I don't silence the chirp in my throat. It's pointless right now. I'm pretty sure it was going off the entire time Avery had my cocks in her mouth last night, and she seemed to like it. No point in hiding it from her. Plus, it's easier to let it sound instead of cutting it off.
"Good morning." I tighten my grip on her.
She lets out a small squeak, and it makes me want to roll her onto her back and maybe make out with her a little bit until she's willing to say she wants my mouth on her. I can repay her for how good she was to me last night.
"Good morning," she replies, her words holding a hint of lust, and it has me wondering if I'm not about to get what I want.
If she's this aroused in the morning, maybe there's a good chance I get to wake her fully by burying my face between her legs every morning. That's a great way to wake up, the best way, I think.
"Did you sleep well?" I ask, rolling my groin against her without really thinking about it.
I can't help it, my body responds to her so easily, and I can't lie and say I'm not hoping for some more fun before we have to leave this wonderful room. I'll need to get her food and water at some point, but right now, I want to feed her something else.
"I slept okay." She wiggles around in my hold.
I reluctantly release her so she can stretch out her body. I do the same, rolling to the middle of the nest, stretching my body out as long as I can go, and wiggling around on my back to shake the last of my sleep from my body.
I'm about to ask her if she had her nightmares again, but when I open my eyes and look over at her, she's already staring openmouthed and hungry at where my skirt has gotten all out of place. Not that there's much fur there, anyway. I'm pretty sure Jia gave me one of the smallest skirts she owns.
"Avery?" I ask, my voice more humorous than anything else.
She's absolute perfection. Kneeling in the nest, ogling my cocks, looking like she needs me like she needs her last breath. Maybe she does. I know that's how I feel about her. Our codependence probably isn't healthy, but we can be unhealthy together. Mother knows I don't care.
"Avery," I call her name again and grin wider when her flush becomes a glowing red on her cheeks as she finally lifts her eyes up to mine. "You need something?"
I can see the cogs in her head turning, questioning, trying to rationalize her need for me. I was going to wait for Kithi to have this conversation with her, but I can't stand seeing her so unsure of herself, especially when it comes to taking what she wants from me.
"You need my come?" I ask. I stretch out and put my arms behind my head, lying on my hands as I watch Avery's mind work and her embarrassment grow. She nods slowly, her lower lip sucked into her mouth so she can chew on it. "That's okay. Plenty of Rytharians need their mate's come. It's perfectly normal."
I don't miss how she lights up at the word mate or how it makes my chest feel warm and full to see her reaction to it. A part of me wonders if her sense of smell had been altered like the rest of her was if she wouldn't like how I smell. Not that I need her to scent match me to know that she's mine. She's already let it slip that she's as needy for me as I am for her, and I'm never letting her go now that I know.
"It's a recessive gene as far as I'm aware," I tell her.
I learned a lot about Rytharian females when I learned Avery needed someone to help her physically. I didn't want to not know about something and not give her the experience she needed. I also may have learned about a wonderful little gene in some Rytharian females that makes them feral for their mate's ejaculate. Something I never would've wished for Avery, but she has it, and it's not going away now. I can hate Vyron for what he did to her while also offering her ways to sate that hunger that's now clawing at her.
"Crawl over here," I say, and when she does, coming to kneel right next to me, I continue. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. You need more from me, and you should know by now I love getting to give you anything you want."
"Phial." Avery's voice cracks as her eyes cut down to where my cocks are hard and lying against my abdomen. I'm just as eager to feed her as she is to suck down more of me. "Please, it's all I can think about."
"Mmm." I tilt my head, enjoying the hunger in her eyes. Really, what male wouldn't love to see his female staring at him with so much longing? "I'm hungry too, Avery."
Her breathing catches in her throat as her eyes snap up to mine. She fidgets on her knees, her thighs rubbing together, and I'm wondering if she isn't trying to hide that wet feast between her legs from me. That just won't do. Not if I'm about to eat my fill.
"It's an all-consuming hunger, isn't it, Avery?"
I move my hands from behind my head to her thighs, rubbing under her dress as I bring it higher and higher up her thighs, wanting to go slow so I don't scare her away. We're still only doing what she wants, so if she doesn't want this, I'll accept it. But mother, I would love to get my mouth on her.
"There's nothing I want more than to have you sit on my face."
Real smooth. Whatever. I'm a male with a sole focus right now. Avery's flush is pretty, but I want to see it while she's trying to suffocate me with her cunt.
"Phial." Avery's voice is quiet, a mixture of want and nerves. "I can't sit on your face."
I frown at her words, pausing my movements until she starts rubbing her thighs together again. I move my hands, getting her used to the feeling and loving that she likes the feeling as much as I enjoy giving it to her.
"Why not?"
"I'm too heavy," she says with a laugh, as though her reasoning is good at all.
"As someone who has carried you, I can promise you right now that you're not too heavy," I say.
My feathers are agitated, not liking that my strength is in question right now. Not to mention, I don't like how she's talking about herself, as though she doesn't have the most perfect body.
"That's different," Avery says, swatting at my chest.
I snatch her hand off me and pull her over my body. She relinquishes control easily enough, throwing one of her legs over my hips so she's straddling me. Her slick-coated underwear presses against my cocks, and I hiss long and hard at the contact. She grinds herself against me, and as much as I enjoy it, I have a point to make right now.
"Please, Avery." I try to make my voice sound desperate instead of amused, which is hard considering I'm enjoying myself immensely. "I'm so hungry. I'm so needy. You wouldn't leave me to starve, would you?"
"You're being dramatic." She quirks one of her eyebrows at me, and it has me flashing her a bright smile.
She's getting more sure of herself in this shared place, and I can't say I hate it. I mean, I hate that her confidence is in bantering with me and not pulling her dress up, pulling her panties to the side, and drowning me in her slick, but we're working up to that.
"If you don't plant your pussy on my face right now, I might actually die."
I wait for the flush in her cheeks to travel down her neck until it's hidden behind her dress. I'd love to get her out of the dress completely, to see her naked body. It's going to be mouthwatering, I already know. Sure, I saw it when I freed her from the smugglers' ship, but that doesn't count. I wasn't looking at her as a lover then. I don't even remember what her breasts look like. I wish I did.
"Dramatic." Avery rolls her eyes again, but I don't miss how she moves up my body little by little. She might be unsure, but a part of her wants to know what it would feel like.
"I won't do anything you don't want." I run my hands underneath her dress to her midthigh. I'd love to go even higher, but I don't want her getting scared and retreating back into herself. The pleasure crew pendant is still green as it dangles against her chest. "So if you don't want to, I'll survive, but I promise you, I'd be the happiest male ever if you chose my face as your favorite seat."
"Phial," Avery groans, and I don't know if it's a turned-on groan or an exasperated groan.
I like to think it's a turned-on groan because I'm being my most seductive self. The fact that I can feel her wetness against my abdomen is another indicator that even if she thinks this is silly, she's at least getting aroused by the idea.
"Okay, fine." Her enthusiasm could use some work, but it's enough for me. I tug on her thighs, dragging her up my body.
"Phial!" she squeals as I loop my arms between her thighs and tug her the remainder of the way to my face.
Yes, she is plush and soft, and she's going to jiggle in the best possible ways as she grinds against my face. I wish this dress weren't in the way so I could really see her body shaking for me.
"You want this?" I ask. I'm waiting for her enthusiastic agreement before I have her present her drenched underwear to me. There's no fun in this if she's not into it.
"I want this." She chews on her lower lip as she says it, her head tilted down so she can look at me. It's clear she's not sure what to do right now, or maybe she's just nervous.
"Lift your dress up." I squeeze her thighs with my hands, my claws retracting so I don't poke her too hard. "Just enough to show me how wet you are. Unless you want to take it all the way off." I shoot her a devilish smile that has her flushing even more.
"Maybe next time."
I shake my head. "Only when you're ready, okay?"
Avery's lips quiver slightly, and I see fresh tears starting to prick at her lashes. Well, that's certainly not going to work. Thankfully, she ignores her tears as though they're unwanted by her as well.
She lifts her dress slowly, revealing her soft, ample thighs first, and I admire how my hands contrast against her skin, the pale green scales starting to take over my natural color, so much so that it's more work to stay navy.
I grunt as I think about how my scales match her eyes and then ignore them for the time being. If she's okay with me following her around, she's probably okay with me altering my coloring to match her eyes.
"Show me how wet you are for me," I murmur, the words hard to get out now that Avery's right above me, looking like a goddess. My goddess.
She tugs her dress up to her hips. Her pastel pink underwear is soaked through in the crotch, clinging to her lips and pinched between them enough to show me a good outline of her. I groan as I tug her close to my face, catching her off guard. She stumbles forward an inch or so, her pussy pressing against my mouth for one amazing moment before she squeals and lifts her weight off me.
"Don't tease me," I hiss up at her. I keep my expression soft, but I want her pussy on my mouth, the full weight of her trying to smother me.
"Phial, seriously, I'm too heavy. I'll hurt you." She fights against my grip that's trying to tug her back down against my mouth.
"I'm weak now?" I ask, arching a brow up at her.
"What? No," she says, flustered, which is fine. She can be as flustered as she wants as long as she does it while sitting on my face.
"Good, then trust I can easily handle you pressing your juicy pussy against my face." I emphasize how much I want it by lifting my face up and rubbing myself against the damp fabric. I'll tug it away from her eventually, but right now, I like seeing just how messy she got from lying with me, from looking at my cocks, from my words.
"Okay, but if I'm too heavy, you tell me," Avery says, lowering herself to my mouth and causing a low moan to escape my lips.
She lets out a squeak as my tongue runs up and down the fabric, pushing it between her folds. I move my hands so they're gripping her ass, tugging her down on my face. I run my hands over her clothed backside before snaking my hands underneath the fabric, loving the handfuls of ass I get to squeeze.
I want to tease her for longer, but her slick is pooling out of her, wetting her inner thighs. I need to feel it soaking me. I push her underwear to the side and hiss as the warmth of her slick fills my mouth and coats my tongue. She whimpers, her body shaking as I make my first pass of my tongue over her clit. She's so warm, so wet. I could feast on her for hours, but her nerves must be extra sensitive from not being filled in so long.
"Phial." My name is shaky and desperate.
I'm not a cruel male. I focus my attention on her swollen clit. My forked tongue flicks against it, finding the movement that makes her moan deep and desperate and repeating the movement over and over again. Sweat beads on her forehead, her eyes are wild, and her pupils are blown out in lust.
"I need your cocks," she whines, trying to turn her body around. I hiss low and tighten my grip on her ass to keep her in place. "Please, I need your come. I need it. Right now. Phial, please."
I hiss again, my tongue flicking against her. Her slick has drenched my chin and is sliding down my neck. I didn't realize just how much she'd give me. It also has me thinking about how much I need to make sure she gets enough water. There's no way she's not getting dehydrated with how much she's producing.
She cries out my name, her thighs clamping around my head, her body shaking and trembling, and I smile to myself as I keep her held tight to my face, letting her ride out the high of her orgasm on my face. I lick up as much of her slick as I can as she starts to come down from her orgasm. She presses against my head, forcing me to look up at her and the wild desperation in her eyes.
"I need your come," she tells me. I release her legs, and she shimmies down my body until she's kneeling between my legs, her body shaking in need. "I need it so bad."
"Take it." I press my palm to her cheek, guiding her down to my cocks that are eager for her attention. "Take what you need."
I lean back and enjoy the feeling of Avery attempting to suck every last drop of come from me. Once she finishes, I'll get her back on the ship and get her some actual sustenance. She moans as my lower cock fills her with her first helping of come. She looks up at me, adoration and devotion in her eyes. I stroke her cheek again, smiling down at her.
"I love you," I tell her.
Her cheeks flush again as she takes my upper cock deep in her mouth. She moans something, but the words are muffled on me. I'm a smart male. I know she loves me, too.