Chapter 24 #3
He guided her legs over his shoulders as he knelt beside the bed, framing her hips in his supplicant’s hands.
Balar could feel her gaze on him, and he thrilled knowing she watched her own pleasure.
He relished his own view—the rounded, feminine curve of her belly, the soft mounds of her breasts tipped in peaked nipples, her swollen lips parted around a sigh and then a moan.
She might not realize it, but she was built for pleasure. Everything about her was soft. Yes, she was all strength and muscle, too, but everywhere Balar touched, he came away aching from her softness. He had to come back for more.
Determined to indulge, he cupped his tongue around her clitoris, letting her feel the texture as he slowly thrust against and circled the bundle of nerves. Imogen’s thighs pressed against his ears, and her legs began to tremble.
“Balar…”
“Come for me, urisá.”
“But what about…?”
“You come first. Always.” Especially for her first time. She’d taken his tongue well and his fingers valiantly, but there was no real substitution for his cock.
Imogen’s head fell back onto the bed at the next swirl of his tongue.
Setting his lips at her clitoris, he made sure she felt the full vibrations of his purr.
Her body spasmed in a rictus of pleasure, and Balar watched on greedily, enjoying how her breasts trembled and her lips stretched in a silent scream.
Goddess, he could watch her do that all night. He had before, knelt between her thighs so long that his legs went numb and his knees bruised. A small price to pay. But there was so much more to do.
Before she’d finished completely, Balar gently worked a finger inside her.
He shuddered to feel the way her muscles rippled around him, as though trying to draw him further in.
Her slick allowed him to slide one and then two fingers in with ease, and he started an easy rhythm, working her back up without ever letting her come all the way down.
“Balar,” she whimpered, “Balar!”
“I have you, nitlam. Just like that now. You can do it.”
Her head thrashed back and forth on the bed, her nails biting into his scalp.
Balar relished the burn, his cock throbbing and leaking onto the floorboards as he added a third finger.
This took more work, but his brave mate accepted him.
He thrust his hand in and out, a steady rhythm for her hips to follow.
She soaked his hands, easing his way, and Balar rumbled with pride.
“Look at you, taking me so well. You’re doing perfectly, urisá.”
Even as she bit her lip, she managed to smile and flush with his praise.
“I’m so close,” she whispered.
“Come on my hand,” he told her, “I want to feel you squeeze my fingers.”
Imogen shook her head, and it took him a moment to realize it wasn’t her succumbing to orgasm but denying him.
“I want you to come inside.”
“I’m right here,” he purred, curling his fingers against that one spot she loved.
Imogen’s back arched off the bed, and her legs fell wide. A grunting moan lifted her chest, and her cunt clenched down on him.
Balar waited impatiently for her peak, but as he watched, she wrestled it back from him.
“What is it, Imogen? You don’t want to come on my hand? Do my fingers not feel good?” he asked, even as he thrust and toyed with her.
“You know they do,” she huffed.
“Then what do you want, Imogen? Tell me.”
Cheeks rosy and lips swollen from her biting them, Imogen growled, “I want your cock, Balar. Stop teasing me.”
He couldn’t help chuckling. “Tease you? I would never,” he said, even as his fingers continued to work her.
Lifting one of her feet, she planted it on his chest. Her pouting little frown was adorable, and Balar’s tail began swishing back and forth to see it.
“Ah, urisá, you know I can never deny you.”
But Balar wouldn’t be truly rushed. Gripping her ankle, he kissed the inside before setting her foot on the bed.
He leaned over her, putting his weight on one hand.
Sure she watched him, he finally slipped his fingers free, bringing with him a gush of slick.
Imogen moaned and Balar shuddered as he fisted his cock, spreading her slick up and down the shaft.
“You’re sure?” He had to know, for he didn’t think he’d be able to stop once he started.
Imogen nodded, one of her hands coming to curl around his forearm.
My brave kigara.
The breath hissed out of Balar as he guided himself along the seam of her cunt. Ibás, she nearly burned him with her heat. One, two passes of his cockhead along her swollen flesh, a short tease along the underside of her clitoris, but then Balar’s patience ran out.
He watched breathlessly as he fed his cockhead inside her. Pushing gently but steadily past the initial ring of muscle, a groan escaped him as he sank deeper inside.
Beneath him, Imogen trembled. Her nails dug into his forearm, the bite of pain offering him a moment of clarity in his haze of lust. Digging his own claws into the bedding, he made himself hold still.
“Are you all right?” He hardly recognized his voice. It almost sounded like the deep resonance of his turuk.
Licking her lips, Imogen nodded, but Balar wasn’t sure he believed her. Gritting his teeth, clawing back some of that patience, he found her clitoris again and began to stroke it gently with a knuckle.
“Just relax for me, nitlam. Feel me.”
Imogen took a few deep breaths, and one by one, her fingers loosened their grip. “I’m all right,” she murmured.
He was too tall to kiss her like this, so he let his fingers work. To his relief, it didn’t take long before her hips were moving in precious little rolls to meet his touch. Timing it to match his circling fingers, Balar began small, shallow thrusts, going a little deeper every time.
As he watched, little by little, he disappeared inside his kigara until finally—he seated himself to the knot. Balar’s elbow nearly went out from under him as he shuddered, the pleasure intense, sharp. Her warmth surrounded him, gripped him tighter than he thought possible.
Imogen’s hips lifted to meet his, as if she wanted to take more of him.
I’ll give you everything, kigara.
Balar pulled back, enjoying her gasp of regret, only to push back inside. She welcomed him back with a moan he felt all the way down to his cock.
He managed a steady rhythm, but it wasn’t long before his patience snapped for good.
Teeth bared, he watched her writhe beneath him with a vicious pleasure, enraptured by how her breasts bounced quicker and quicker as his hips sped up.
He captured one in his paw, the hard nipple scraping and branding his palm.
Imogen gasped, and he watched in surprise as she took her other breast in her own hand, squeezing and pinching the nipple. Balar’s chest burst with a frenetic purr, nearly devolved into growls, as they both kneaded and toyed with her.
His thrusts became brutal, the wet slap of their bodies echoing through the cabin. He chased down her pleasure and his own, consumed with the idea of spilling inside her. His knot throbbed angrily, teasing her entrance.
Goddess, let her be ready.
He couldn’t hold on any longer.
With his hand crushing her breast and his cock thrust home inside her, Balar came apart. His roar shook the windowpanes, and after another one, two thrusts, his knot sank inside her. Imogen’s mouth fell open, his knot sealing them together and pressing her clitoris against his base.
Her legs jerked and she cried his name as she fell from her peak. It was the single most beautiful thing Balar had ever seen.
Burning with orgasm, Balar filled her up. His back arched as he gave her every last drop, his knot swelling to ensure they remained connected.
He didn’t quite know when the throes of orgasm released him; it was a gradual come down, his body still twitching with aftershocks for a long while. Chest heaving as he worked to breathe, Balar got his paw beneath one of the cheeks of Imogen’s backside to guide her leg around his waist.
His beleaguered elbow screamed in relief when he rolled them onto their sides, keeping their hips tucked together.
Liquid heat soaked his cock, and Balar wanted to drown in the feeling.
Imogen’s gentle fingers found his face, and she traced the contours of his cheeks and brows. Melting into her petting, Balar’s purr was softer now, the sound of pure happiness.
“Are you all right?” he whispered.
“Yes. Are you?”
Balar huffed, too overwhelmed to truly laugh. “Oh, yes, nitlam. More than all right. I already crave you again.”
The hands stroking his face paused, and she gulped. “But your knot…?”
“Yes, that will ensure we stay together for a while yet. So rest while you can.”
Imogen’s laugh puffed against his lips. “It sounds like we’re stuck together, then.”
Balar rumbled happily, catching her up in his arms to hold tight. “Oh, yes indeed. But you already knew that.”