Chapter 29
Doubts and pleasant distractions.
We left the experience shop, smiling and tails entwining. This story wasn’t particularly long—perhaps fifteen sessions—but we could always play another afterward if we enjoyed it. And I already wanted to. I’d loved playing opposite of Wyn.
This session hadn’t gotten too far, merely the clan hashing out an agreement as well as Wyn and I walking near each other, courting before the mating while our families followed and snapped at each other. Perhaps within the next session we would get further into the story.
“That was fun,” I said truthfully.
He had a peaceful smile on his face, and it soothed my soul to see him looking so calm.
Just being with him made me feel content in a way I’d never experienced before.
I didn’t have to be the purest spiritual soul, the skilled commander, the royal cousin, or any of the other labels that had been attached to me.
I could simply be Monqilcolnen for the first time in my life, and that was beyond nice—it was more than nice. It was miraculous and addictive.
Wyn gently tugged on my tail, and I stopped to look at him.
He was always so soft with me, which was amusing considering how rough he enjoyed me being with him.
I held his cheek, dragging my thumb over his scales before lowering my head to close some of the distance between us, supremely glad he’d altered our permissions already.
“Yes?” I asked.
His eyes looked anywhere besides me.
I had no idea why he was embarrassed, but he had no need to be. “Wyn,” I said, running the tuft of my tail down the length of his, “tell me.”
“I would like to come back to your quarters tonight.”
“That’s more than fine.” Why would he think I’d refuse him? I never would.
“Truly?” he asked, finally looking at me.
“Indeed.” I bent closer to him and lowered my voice so no one could overhear. “I want to be inside of you so badly. I’m aching for you, Wyn.”
Wyn panted, and I caught sight of a growing bulge in his trousers. He had to take several deep breaths before he was able to say, “I want that.”
“Do you?”
His crystal eyes stared deep into my soul, and my inner fire whispered, not a litany of “not yet”s, but rather an affirmative that this was indeed where my soul resided. Where I belonged.
“Yes,” he replied.
Taking a firmer grip on his tail, I led Wyn to my quarters.
He stayed right beside me the whole way, his shoulder occasionally brushing mine.
Each light touch sent sparks through me.
It was difficult to not shove him against the wall and drop to my knees to pleasure him right here and now.
I wanted his cock buried in my throat, his fingers gripping my hair, and his moans sounding in my ears.
The only thing keeping me from enacting that particular urge was knowing Wyn wouldn’t care for it, and my station as the commander and possible future captain of this ship.
I stumbled in my step at the thought.
Wyn rested a hand on my stomach, stabilizing me, and asked, “Are you alright?”
I stared down at the man who held my soul.
I was angling to be the captain of the Admiral Ven; this was everything I’d been working toward my whole life—solid proof of my right choice.
But Wyn was very attached to Seth and Tamkolvanloknol, and the Admiral Ven was a long-haul ship.
Would he want to travel with me or would I have to give up my lifelong dream?
Because one thing existed that I couldn’t live without, and I was looking at him.
“Monqilcolnen?” he asked, his hand flat against my racing soul.
I laid my hand over his, trapping it there. “I am well with you.”
He blinked, but then a warm smile crossed over his features. He tugged on my tail. “Come on.”
My fears would hold. Right now, in this moment, I wanted to pleasure Wyn until all doubts were silent.
We stepped into Monqilcolnen’s quarters, and my soul throbbed. Nerves raced through me, even though this wasn’t the first time we’d fucked. But everything felt so new with Monqilcolnen, and I was excited to explore every facet of our relationship.
Cincin stood from her place on the cushy rug and meowed.
I immediately crossed the shared space to her and ran my fingers through her long hair.
She was impossibly soft, exactly what I imagined clouds felt like if I’d ever gotten the chance to touch one.
She lifted her chin, crying. When I continued to stroke her back, she bobbed her head back as far as possible and continued to meow in her loud, demanding voice.
“She wants you to scratch her chin,” Monqilcolnen explained, crouching behind me. He reached around me, caging me in against his hot body, and scratched her chin. Cincin released a content purr.
“I understand.”
He rested his chin on my shoulder, simply petting her with me. I leaned back into his embrace, melting into him to absorb his heat. All drakcol craved warmth—it was simply a part of our makeup—and Monqilcolnen was so incredibly warm. I could bask in his all the time.
With a low, needy growl, Monqilcolnen pressed his lips to my neck and kissed me long and slow, as if he wasn’t in a rush.
I groaned, leaning my head to the side to give him more access to explore as he willed.
Fingers tangling in my braid, he yanked my head further back and demanded, lips brushing my neck, “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” I replied instantly. I wanted him so badly. It was unbelievable how much I did.
He tugged on my braid almost to the point of pain and continued to kiss and bite my neck.
Cincin made a discontented sound because we’d ceased petting her, and when we ignored her insistent cries, she toddled off to her cat tree, leaping onto a lower branch. Her feet scrambled in the air for a few moments, her belly jiggling, before she found purchase.
Laughter bubbled up my throat, but it was cut off when Monqilcolnen found a sensitive spot below my ear that made me cry out. I clutched his hand which grasped my braid as moans kept spilling out of me. My focus shattered, and any humor I’d previously felt drifted on the wind.
My cock swelled in my trousers, throbbing with need, and Monqilcolnen was doing his best to distract me with his rough kisses and bites.
My eyes fell closed and all of my focus centered on simply him touching me.
The scrape of his palm on my arm. The brush of his lips on my neck.
The force of his fingers holding my braid.
The heat of him behind me. They all consumed me, as he did.
All I was belonged to Monqilcolnen.
My knees shook when Monqilcolnen lifted me up, then rounded to face me.
He undid the ties on my trousers roughly, snarling and ripping them when they caught, and yanked them down, freeing my cock in the process.
I was a sight smaller than him, but I was a decent enough size that if he wanted me to fuck him, I could reach the cluster of nerves deep inside of him to bring him pleasure.
My shaft didn’t stick up, as his did, but rather out toward him, as if trying to entice Monqilcolnen closer.
Monqilcolnen sank to his knees, like he was worshiping me, and pumped my shaft almost reverently a couple of times, making me moan. He smiled, running his finger through my glistening pre-seed, and said, “You are so beautiful, Wyn.”
Many people had told me the same before since I’d reached the first phase of adulthood at fifteen, and it had never meant much to me. This time, though, a gentle, pleasing warmth radiated from my pounding soul.
“So are you,” I replied in a whisper, looking down at him. Monqilcolnen was a vision of silver and green as he kneeled at my feet, like he belonged there, holding my dripping cock.
He didn’t respond, and instead wrapped his lips around the tapered crown of my cock and made me shout from the wet heat. His tongue flicked and played with my slit as he softly suckled, teasing me.
My hips shook and ached to plunge deep into his hot mouth, but I reined in the urge.
Monqilcolnen was in charge, how I usually liked it, though a part of me wanted to take control and thrust deep into him, and he clearly wanted to play.
Besides, I wanted him to explore me, because that meant he felt perhaps even an inkling of what I did.
Monqilcolnen nipped and licked my tip, lapping up the beads of pre-seed, all while ignoring my increasingly desperate cries. He felt so good around me and looked so erotic with his lips clasped around my cock. I was unable to rip my gaze away from him.
My cock slid from his mouth with a string of saliva mixed with pre-seed hanging from the tip. He wiped his bottom lip with the pad of his thumb and said, “You taste good.”
I nearly collapsed into a heap right then and there. “Please,” I begged, shaking. My cock was so hard it hurt. I needed relief.
“Bed,” he ordered, and I complied in a rush, desperate for release, but not any release. I wanted a release with him.
I crawled onto the bed and reached for him, needing him close, but Monqilcolnen pushed my hands away. “No.”
My brow furrowed and something prodded at my soul, sending tears to my eyes.
“Oh no, Wyn.” Monqilcolnen instantly settled between my legs, and I coiled my arms around my neck.
This fragile part of me was so unfamiliar; I hardly knew what to do with it, but every rebuke felt like rejection, even if it wasn’t.
He smoothed his thumbs over my cheeks, then pressed a delicate kiss to my lips. “I wasn’t trying to harm you.”
I gave him a small smile.
He kissed my face again, moving upward until he pressed a firm one to my forehead. He triggered my scent gland, and I wished I could lean forward and nuzzle him. Muttering against my scales and washing me in his hot breath, he said, “I merely meant to retrieve these.”
Carefully, Monqilcolnen shifted, and he grabbed two cuffs, holding them up.