Chapter 13 #4
My eyes wanted to roll to the back of my head as an endless stream of fiery bolts exploded in my loins with each stroke.
The lava swirling in the pit of my stomach shot outward, filling my veins with liquid flames.
I could feel myself losing the battle to remain still and let her set the pace.
My skin tingled, and the beast of my berserker rattled against its cage to be set free.
I wanted to flip us around, pin her down with her legs spread wide, then fuck her to an inch of her life.
The feral grunts rising from my throat served as the baseline to the sensual sighs and delicate moans of my woman.
Fuck, she was breathtaking. Hunched over me, her endless hair cascading around her in a silky, obsidian curtain, she looked like an ancient goddess.
Cheeks flushed, her lips swollen by my kisses, and her eyes darkened by passion, she stared at me with a possessiveness that set my blood ablaze.
My woman… my goddess… my soulmate.
With a will of their own, my hands settled on her hips, and my pelvis thrust upward into her in counterpoint to her movements.
She tilted her head back with an approving moan.
That pushed her chest forward, the hard little nubs of her nipples beckoning me.
Unable to resist their call, I released one of her hips to cup her right breast. She immediately placed her right hand on the back of mine to keep it there, her other palm resting on my chest for support.
I quickly discovered how sensitive Zhara’s breasts were.
She loved having them fondled, the nipples sucked hard, nipped, and pinched with enough strength to sting while keeping it just shy of painful.
How I managed to do just that, even as I drowned in a sea of pleasure, defied logic.
But soon, my woman’s breathing grew shorter, and her moans pitched, heralding her imminent climax. That triggered something inside me.
Abandoning her breast, I slipped both hands under her thighs and lifted her up a few inches.
Zhara yelped and slapped both her palms on my chest as I started pumping upward into her in a frenzy.
Her nails dug into my skin as she hunched over me.
Mouth agape, eyes shut tight, and her face dissolved in an air of pure bliss, my mate raced towards her climax.
And then it swept her away.
She shouted, and her body seized violently. Her inner walls clamping down on my cock wrested a savage roar out of me. My seed shot out into her. A feral cry tore out of me as I contracted my pelvic muscles to stem the flow. I wasn’t ready to be done. I wanted… needed more.
Zhara collapsed on top of me, her body shaking with ecstasy. Still buried inside her, I flipped us around, spread her legs wide, and unleashed my passion on her. I pounded into her with reckless abandon.
Even as my seed still sporadically shot out of me, releasing the pressure in my loins, my cock didn’t soften.
In fact, it seemed to grow thicker and harder with each thrust. My woman writhed beneath me.
She both caressed and clawed me as I wrecked her.
I never gave her a chance to come down from her previous high.
Without slowing down my punishing pace, I leaned forward and sucked on the Veredian markings in the crook of her neck.
Zhara once more fell apart. I tried to resist, to continue losing myself in her, but a blinding light exploded before my eyes.
Lightning struck my spine, sending a tsunami of electric tendrils rushing all over my body.
The volcano raging inside me erupted with earth-shattering violence.
I slammed myself deep as I filled my woman to the brim.
Searing coils of liquid ecstasy shot out of me in an endless flow that left me dizzy.
The room spun, and I collapsed on top of my woman, still shaken by the tremors of her orgasm.
My limbs felt heavy and boneless as I forced myself to flip us around so that I wouldn’t crush her beneath me.
Still buried balls deep in my woman, my cock twitched until the last of my seed was spent.
I struggled to keep my eyes open as the twirling ceiling overhead gave me motion sickness.
It finally settled as my pulse and breathing also returned to a normal rate.
Zhara’s warm body on top of me also stopped trembling as she slowly recovered. Her head resting on my chest, she listened to my heartbeat.
“Wow…” I whispered at last while gently caressing her back.
Zhara chuckled, then lifted her head to peer at me. “Wow, indeed, she replied in a husky voice.”
I brushed the damp locks of hair from her forehead and caressed her face. Despite the adoring look she levelled on me, I flicked my eyes between hers, searching for any sign of discomfort.
“I’m sorry for losing control a little at the end. Did I hurt you?” I asked with a sliver of worry.
“Do I look in pain?” she challenged.
“No but—”
“But nothing,” she interrupted in an imperious tone. “We already agreed that if you hurt me at any point, I would speak up. I didn’t because you didn’t. Anyway, even if things had gotten a bit out of hand, I’m a healer and would have taken care of any discomfort right away.”
“Did you?!” I exclaimed, crestfallen.
She snorted and shook her head. “No, silly man. I said if not that it did. Am I sore right now? Absolutely. And I love it. I love the feel of you still inside of me. I love that you’re mine, and that I’m yours.
And above all, I love you. Thanks for being you, for staying true all these years, and for coming to me at long last.”
“Always, my Zhara. You are my heart and soul, the reason I breathe, the reason I exist. You are everything to me, now in all ways.”
She smiled, leaned forward, and pressed her lips against mine in a tender kiss filled with love and devotion. When we parted, I gave her a hesitant look as I reflected on how to bring up the issue that just popped up in my head.
“What’s wrong?” my mate asked, sensing my mood shift.
“We haven’t discussed the question of pregnancies,” I said carefully.
Zhara nodded, her face taking on a serious but attentive expression.
“I want children, as many as you are willing to give me,” I continued in the same cautious tone. “But—”
“But not right now,” she concluded for me in a factual manner. “Not until after the Great War.”
“Correct,” I replied, relieved by the lack of tension from her. “Vahl will need all of us on the front line. And even though Veredian pregnancies are relatively short, we can’t put you or the baby in jeopardy while the entire galaxy is in self-destruct mode.”
“Agreed. I want tons of babies, too, but after the war. Anyway, I’m half-Xelixian, which means you would need to be by my side all the time.
Our babies need frequent contact with their sires during gestation to properly develop,” Zhara added in a reasonable tone.
“Vahl will need you in battle, not babysitting your mate and unborn child.”
“Exactly, which brings us to the contraception issue,” I said. “As you are probably aware, Braxian sperm overrides most contraceptives and plays with a female’s hormones to increase the chances of conception.”
Zhara nodded. “Yep. I already planned on using contraceptives designed specifically for Braxians. Today, we’re fine. I’m not yet in my Season, so I’m not fertile for another week.”
I frowned and shook my head, taking her aback.
“No. I don’t want you to take contraceptives. It’s simpler for me to just get a vasectomy so that you don’t have to take unnecessary drugs that could have side effects. Anyway, it’s easily reversible,” I said forcefully.
The way her face melted warmed me to the core. She smiled and kissed me.
“Our contraceptives are safe, but I agree that it is smarter to go with a vasectomy instead,” she concurred. “Thank you.”
“Anytime,” I said affectionately. “I’ll schedule an appointment—”
Zhara tsked me, then lifted her torso. She glanced between us and placed her palm on my pelvis. My groin tingled for a second, then my mate beamed at me.
“Done,” she said smugly.
I snorted. “Remind me not to piss you off. You might decide to shrivel my balls to the size of prunes!”
She laughed. “I wish that were true. Sadly, your Braxian genes automatically block any psionic attack launched at you. You only get to enjoy the beneficial stuff. But don’t let that get to your head. I can cut off your cock and your balls in other ways… like with my bladed braid.”
“Ouch?!” I said with pretend horror.
She chuckled. “Just don’t piss me off, and you’ll be alright. Anyway, I’ll heal you back up if I ever do. I rather like how you use them on me. In fact, after we wash the mess you made, I wouldn’t mind an encore.”
I burst out laughing. “Your wish is my command, my love.”
Careful not to let my cock pull out of her, I got out of the bed and carried her to the bathroom, chest against chest, and her legs wrapped around my waist.