Chapter 52
Truly treasured.
Gentle kisses trailed over my face. I groaned, tilting up my chin, and the kisses moved to my neck, sending sparks of awareness through me. A tongue licked my pulse point, and I groaned louder, my cock perking up.
“Monqilcolnen.” I never wanted to wake up. No, this dream was far too good.
“Peace,” he rumbled, shaking my body.
What? That felt far too real, but why question this miraculous dream?
My eyes popped open. Monqilcolnen was beneath me with a smile on his lips.
He rolled me to my back, covering me with his hot body.
I didn’t resist. Why would I? Seeing a smiling Monqilcolnen was the best sight in this entire universe.
I arched up, rubbing my weeping cock on his stomach, our scales rubbing in a delightful way.
“Star,” I begged.
He claimed my mouth, and I opened for him in an instant. I adored the way his tongue confidently swirled around mine, possessing my mouth. He sucked on my tongue before biting my bottom lip.
“Don’t stop,” I begged when he pulled back.
“You need to eat,” Monqilcolnen said, cupping my cheek. “You haven’t been taking care of yourself.”
I blinked, realizing this wasn’t a dream. This was reality. We were together again, as we should be. Tears gathered in my eyes. “Monqilcolnen.”
“None of that,” he whispered, brushing the wetness away. “We are fine. Qinlin ordered me to get you. She can overrule Talvax. It was a matter of health. And even if she hadn’t, I would never regret going to your side. You needed me.”
No greater truth existed in this universe or any other. I needed Monqilcolnen with every fiber of my being. I arched up to kiss him. “Food later.”
“No,” Monqilcolnen said, pulling back. “Food, shower, then if you want me to, I will fuck you.”
I frowned, and he chuckled, kissing the divot in between my eyebrows. I complained, “I want you to fuck me now.”
Monqilcolnen smirked, then started kissing down my chest and stomach.
I whined, my cock throbbing. Wiggling my hips, I silently asked for him to help me.
He didn’t deny me and wrapped his plump lips around my tapered crown.
He lapped at the pre-seed leaking out of my slit, then prodded it with the point of his tongue.
His scales scraped against my delicate glans, making flashes appear in my eyes.
“Star,” I cried, gripping his soft hair. I rutted upward to chase the intoxicating wet heat of his mouth, and he slapped the back of my thigh. I keened, fucking into his mouth so he would slap me again. Monqilcolnen did, and I moaned at the sting. More. I wanted more.
Drawing off me, he said, “Behave, or I’ll stop, Wyn. You are unwell right now.”
I whined in protest, but I lowered myself to the bed.
I didn’t want him to stop. I needed this.
I needed a connection to him after so long by myself.
Monqilcolnen bobbed on my cock, working his tongue over my shaft and cupping my balls.
He swallowed me down to the root, the muscles in his throat contracting around the head of my cock and drawing noise from my mouth as stars flashed before my eyes.
And that was all it took for me to release my seed down his throat.
After Monqilcolnen licked the seed off my cock, he said, “There. Now, food or shower?”
My stomach roiled at the thought of food, so I said, “Shower.”
He stood and picked me straight up off the bed, making me yelp. I wrapped my legs around his waist while clamping my hands to his shoulders. I demanded in a high squeak, “What are you doing?”
“Taking care of you, Peace.”
Ignoring my protests, he carried me to the shower and set me on the bench that jutted out from the rock- and plant-covered wall. When I reached for the soap, he pushed my hands down.
“Star,” I grumbled. I could bathe myself.
“Be still,” he ordered.
It seemed that Monqilcolnen would be taking care of literally everything.
Carefully, he washed my hair, his fingers working in small circles over my scalp.
I moaned and pressed into his touch. My eyes fell closed as I simply allowed myself to relish Monqilcolnen’s presence.
His feet gently slapped on the floor as he moved back, then a moment later water rushed over me in gentle warmth.
Tears began to build in the backs of my eyes as he washed the soap out of my hair.
He moved again, but I didn’t open my eyes, too enraptured by what was going on.
A moment later, his slippery hands dragged over my body, and I gasped at the feel.
His lips trailed the path of his fingers, leaving gentle kisses in their wake as he cleaned the remnants of isolation from my body.
No part of me was left unwashed or unkissed from my face to my cock to my wings to even my feet and the tip of my tail.
When he was done, Monqilcolnen picked me up again and set me on a stool in the bathroom. Getting on his knees, he grabbed one of my feet.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
A smile spread over his lips, and my soul thumped against my ribs. I was seeing that expression more and more as we courted, but it was still enough to send my pulse racing.
He pressed a kiss to the arch of my foot, and I moaned. My cock started to firm up once more. I circled his neck with my tail, claiming him.
“I, my Peace, am treasuring you.”
Fire returned to the backs of my eyes as tears threatened to fall. Monqilcolnen had called me his. He’d claimed me. The solid tie that connected me to him pulled taut in my chest. I wanted him to claim me because I wanted to return his claim, more than anything.
Monqilcolnen grabbed a bottle of my scale polish.
Starting at my feet, he massaged the oil into my scales and stole the remaining tension from my body.
His touch was gentle, but firm enough to relax my muscles.
The entire time he took care of me, his eyes never left mine.
The longer we stared the more it felt as if he was dragging my soul from my body through my eyes.
I kept my tail around his neck, except when he rubbed polish into the delicate scales on my tail, ripping loud, breathless moans from me.
By the time Monqilcolnen finished, it was a miracle I wasn’t a sobbing puddle on the floor.
True to his word of caring for me, he began to comb my long hair to rid it of any snarls, then he worked oil over the strands, making them soft and shiny. Without a word, he braided it back before grabbing the shaver and cleaning up the scraggly bits.
When he was done, I felt halfway decent, much better than I had in days.
He lifted me again, and I hooked my legs around his waist and my arms behind his neck. I dragged my fingers through his long hair as I savored the tangy scent of him as well as the heat radiating off him.
“Did you know,” I started, pressing kisses to his jaw, “that you are truly lovely?”
“Am I?”
“Indeed. I don’t wish to ever be without you,” I confessed against his neck.
A delicious groan came out of his mouth and he panted, “You never shall be.”
“Bed,” I ordered.
“You need to eat.”
“Bed,” I repeated, biting his neck much more harshly than I usually did. I was done waiting.
Monqilcolnen gasped, and his cock nudged me.
He needed me as much as I needed him. I licked his neck, focusing on his scent gland to bring him pleasure as well as release more of the tantalizing scent I wanted to bask in.
His gasps and cries were music to my ears, and the wet clean taste of his scales as well as the musk of his scent were my reward.
He fell onto me, pinning me to the mattress. I tilted my head back and whispered, “Take what you want from me.”
A low growl built in his chest, and it was my sole warning before he attacked me, hips grinding, teeth biting, claws digging, and tail strangling mine. His throbbing cock brushed mine, both of us dripping in desire and lubricating the luxurious slide of our cocks.
“Star,” I cried, clutching his shoulders as he rolled his hips against mine, faster and faster. The slick scrape of our cocks made me moan and gasp.
Suddenly, he lurched up, his eyes wide, and snagged my hands, pinning them above my head.
I arched, my cock leaking even faster. I needed him inside of me, but this was about Monqilcolnen right now.
I wanted to show him how much I appreciated him taking care of me, and I simply loved when he used me.
His tail manacled my wrists together as he shoved my thighs apart, spreading me wide open for him. My hole twitched and my cock throbbed.
Monqilcolnen growled, and I opened myself even further for him. “Mine,” he snapped.
“Yours,” I replied without hesitation.
We were not playing a game this time. The truth couldn’t be denied. We belonged together, and that would never change.
He spit in his hand, making my cock jump. Almost viciously he rubbed this spit around and in my hole before notching the crown of his cock to me. With one hard shove, he impaled me.
I yelped at the sudden stretch and stinging burn, but my cock throbbed. I was desperate for him, and I relished the slight discomfort of him claiming me. Besides, it would fade soon enough. My body was made to take him.
Pausing, Monqilcolnen searched my face as if checking to make sure I was well.
I gently smacked his butt with my tail. His lips quirked.
A wide smile was about to spread over my face, but a low scream took its place as he quickly pulled out and slammed back in.
The slick squelch of his pre-seed lubricating my channel as he pumped into me with brutal thrusts was only deafened by my animalistic cries and his low, needy grunts.
“Star,” I begged, arching into each punishing smack. My hands fought for freedom so I could run my fingers over him, but his tail wouldn’t release me.
Monqilcolnen grabbed my hips and yanked me into each of his thrusts, making the fucking harder and faster.
Each time he slammed home, the tapered crown of his cock would peg that perfect spot inside of me, making me see bursts of electricity behind my lids.
My balls hugged my shaft and my muscles tightened gloriously as my orgasm started to swell.
My cock was untouched, but I didn’t need it.
“Star,” I begged. “Please. I’m so close.”
He grunted, slamming into me even faster, using my willing body with grunts and growls.
The pressure of him inside me, filling me, plus the constant smacking of my cluster of nerves had me screaming as my orgasm crashed over me.
My cock fired ribbons of seed over my chest while my soul raced and my vision turned to white.
All the while, Monqilcolnen never stopped his brutal pace until he let out a low keen and his face twisted up. Warmth flooded my insides, and I moaned at it, but I was unable to get my pliant body to do anything more.
Crashing on to me, Monqilcolnen held me tight and panted in short, hard gasps. “Never leave me.”
With a whimper, I wrapped my arms around him. “Never.”
“I won’t let you be alone again. I swear it.”
The loneliness of the last couple weeks came over me, and a tear slid down my cheek.
He lapped the bead of liquid up. “Never, Wyn.”
I held him close. Monqilcolnen and I would never separate again.