Chapter 25
Snuggling is aftercare.
I felt no urge to move away from Monqilcolnen as I tried to calm my breathing and come down from the best orgasm of my life.
Monqilcolnen was trailing kisses over my neck, sending tingles down my spine.
It was so nice and warm. His arms held me tight and his softening cock was buried in my hole, right where I wanted it.
Instinct demanded we remain connected for quite sometime after fucking.
Seekers believed the instinct had developed to help with insemination.
Drakcol as a whole had very low conception rates, which was why we had developed the tubes to grow fetuses.
It didn’t matter that Monqilcolnen and I were the same sex and neither of us could get pregnant; the instinct remained.
From experience, I knew the second the instinct faded, I would have the urge to move away and flee from the room. Intimacy had never been for me, and I doubted it would ever change, even with Monqilcolnen. But I would remain right here for quite a while because Monqilcolnen needed it.
I gently dragged my claws over his arm, and he shivered. I wasn’t the only one who was affected by the other’s close proximity, which soothed me. I didn’t want to be the only one overcome.
“I will be better next time,” he said.
I twisted slightly and cupped the back of his head to kiss his lips as best I could from our position.
Monqilcolnen groaned and returned the sloppy kiss.
He mmmhm’d against my lips, and I gave him one more kiss before snuggling back into a more comfortable position, though I did release his tail to drag my tuft over the back of his leg all the way to the swell of his butt.
“That was the best release I have ever had,” I said.
“You don’t have to assuage my feelings.”
“I’m not. I promise.”
Monqilcolnen pressed a harsh kiss to the nape of my neck before biting me. The sharp sting of pain made me whine, and my cock tried to rally, but it was too soon. He soothed away the ache with gentle licks.
“Thank you,” he said.
Continuing to drag my claws over his forearm, I asked, “How old are you?”
He chuckled. “That was sudden. Are you concerned?”
I cringed. How stupid was I to come out of nowhere and demand to know how old he was? Especially after we’d fucked for the first time.
“No, Wyn.” Monqilcolnen nipped my shoulder. “Don’t pull away from me.”
“I’m not.”
He scoffed. “You are.”
“So how old are you?”
Monqilcolnen asked instead, “Will it bother you to know the exact number?”
I gave it some thought before answering, “No. I assume you’re over a decade older.”
“I am thirty-seven.”
Thirteen cycles separated us. That was greater than usual for courting couples, but it wasn’t great enough to bother me. I asked, “What’s your inner fire?”
I could feel him smile against me. “I’m relieved my advanced age doesn’t bother you.”
It was my turn to scoff. I swatted his butt with my tail, and he coiled his tail around mine, making me groan. I had never enjoyed holding tails before him. Monqilcolnen was special, which didn’t surprise me. I was courting him.
“You’re not old,” I told him.
“I am older than you.”
“You are.” There was no denying it. “But it doesn’t matter. I want you.” I cuddled back, closing my eyes when his cock shifted inside of me and prodded the cluster of nerves deep inside of me, sending a shock of electricity through me.
“I want you too.”
“Good. Now, inner fire.”
“I’m not ready to tell you.”
That wasn’t too shocking. Many people didn’t feel comfortable revealing their inner fire.
As I assumed earlier, his inner fire must be rare.
Some were exceedingly powerful, not to mention dangerous if abused.
Crown Prince Hallonnixmin, for example. He had a persuasive inner fire.
He could convince anyone about anything, which was a terrifying thing in a ruler, but he’d always been open about his inner fire, trying to build people’s confidence in him. It had worked, as far as I could tell.
“You don’t have to tell me. I don’t mind. Mine is telekinesis,” I said.
“How helpful.”
“It can be.”
He asked, “How much can you lift?”
“A decent amount, but I’m not the strongest at it.” I’d taught Caleb on and off over the cycles, and I was stronger than him, but still, my gift was rather weak.
“Some water?”
“Are you thirsty?” I asked with a laugh.
“No.” He squeezed me. “Besides, I don’t want to move yet.”
I flexed my hole around him, and he groaned. I confessed, “I’m not ready yet either.”
His claws dragged over my shoulder, making me shudder. “Perhaps we can fuck again in a bit.”
“I would enjoy that.”
Cheek on my shoulder, he asked, “Did you pick an endearment for me yet?”
“Not yet. Do you have any suggestions?”
“I want you to pick one for me,” he whispered. “Just you.”
Something inside of me warmed. Monqilcolnen wanted me, just me, to create an endearment for him. I promised, “I will soon.”
Monqilcolnen groaned, rocking into me as his cock started to swell. One of his hands grabbed my shaft and pumped, making me whimper from the sensitivity. I thickened under his palm and began rutting into his hand.
“Fuck me again,” I begged.
“Tell me how much you want me.”
I smiled. That I was more than happy to do. “More than anyone in this entire universe. I have never wanted someone like I crave you.”
A snarl ripped out over his throat, and he gripped my hips, claws digging in, then began pounding into my hole.
I moaned, surrendering to him completely.
The squelch of his previous release, the pant of his growls, the feels of his hands, and the warmth at my back became my whole world.
All I could do was whisper his name like a plea in the darkened room.
Gently, I unwound Monqilcolnen’s arms from around me.
He grunted in his sleep. I’d stayed far longer than I’d intended.
We’d fucked two more times before simply holding one another.
Even when Monqilcolnen had fallen asleep, I’d remained right beside him.
For some reason, I hadn’t wanted to leave, but it was getting late.
I had a duty shift in the morning. Also, I didn’t stay the night after fucking.
I slipped out of the bed and crept to his bathroom. After a quick wash, I tugged on my clothes and started toward the door.
“Are you leaving?”
Jumping, I whipped around and was met with Monqilcolnen’s golden gaze. Hand over my pounding soul, I replied, eyes down, “Yes.”
“Will we spend time together tomorrow?”
“If you’d like.”
“I will always want to be with you,” he said.
Warmth rushed through me.
“Remember, Wyn, you are always welcome here. You still have access to my system.”
“Tomorrow,” I said, stepping out the bedroom door.
“Sleep well.”
I didn’t respond and forced myself to leave, even though my instincts were screaming for me to curl up beside Monqilcolnen and never leave his side ever again.