Chapter 6 Hektor #4
Not really wanting to answer that question, Hektor turned to Dimeses. “Not quite. We have matchmaking events where females who wish to mate with us come and couples get to know each other over a few months before making any commitment.”
“Sounds very formal.”
“Drakkons mate for life,” he explained. “So one must choose carefully.” It was something the older Drakkons always warned the young ones about.
“We do things differently here, and we want to make it as enjoyable as possible for everyone.” Dimeses nodded back toward the fire. “Ah, looks like your comrades are getting in on the fun as well.”
“What?” Hektor followed the centaur’s gaze, toward one of the smaller camp fires across from the main festival area. Elian was playing a flute with the musicians, while Liora was in the middle of some kind of dance circle with a few of the females.
However, there was no sign of Zara.
A knot twisted in his gut.
“Excuse me, I should check on my comrades.”
Hektor ignored the burning fire in his chest as he marched toward the group, his eyes scanning the field for any trace of Zara. First, he headed toward Elian, pushing his way to the front of the gathered crowd. Once he reached Elian, Hektor planted himself in front of him.
“Where’s your sister?” he asked Elian over the din of the music.
He replied with an eye roll and continued playing, ignoring him.
Hektor huffed, but did not move in an inch. The song barely wrapped up when he repeated his question. “Where is she?”
Elian put his flute down. “Over there, dancing with the fillies.”
“Not Liora,” he retorted, impatient. “Your other sister.”
“How should I know?” he replied with a shrug.
“You speak of Zara?” One of the musicians, the one carrying a stringed instrument like a large guitar, asked.
“Yes. Her.”
“Ah yes, I saw her slip away with some members of the Rainspell herd.” He smirked. “I think they were playing a round of zegizh minwha.”
“Zegi–what?”
“It’s a game. Sometimes a filly or colt may be too shy to approach someone they fancy. The game can help encourage a couple to get together, away from prying eyes.”
“And where would they play this game?” he asked through gritted teeth.
The centaur thought for a moment. “Usually, they make a special kezil with walls to give the couple some privacy and allow them.…”
Hektor did not even wait for the centaur to finish as he stormed off in search of this kezil.
It didn’t take him too long to find it, as it was the farthest one from the others.
He approached the group gathered just outside the tent just as they burst into applause when the flaps opened.
Two centaurs stumbled out, smiling and red-faced, the female’s hair mussed and tangled.
With the fire in his chest intensifying, he marched toward the lone two-legged figure in the group. “What do you think you’re doing?” he boomed.
“H-Hektor?” Large brown eyes gazed up at him. “What’s going on?”
“What’s going on? Do you have any idea what’s going on, Zara?” he seethed.
“Kirobus,” a female centaur with a long dark braid down her back approached them. “What seems to be the problem?”
Ignoring her, he took a step forward, invading Zara’s personal space. “Zara, you are ignorant of their ways—”
“Excuse me?” Her nostrils flared. “How dare you call me ignorant?”
“I…” He scrambled for the right words, the fire in his chest now spreading all over his body. “What I meant was you are innocent.”
“Innocent?” That clearly enraged her more. “You better choose your next words carefully.”
He inhaled deeply. “You do not want to go in there.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “And why not?”
“Because…because…” How was he supposed to explain this to her? “You just…you can’t.”
“Excuse me.” The female centaur once again interrupted, this time, placing a hand on both his and Zara’s shoulders. “Just to be clear, you do not wish for Zara to enter the kezil with another male, correct?”
Finally, someone who was reasonable!
“Yes, she shouldn’t be in there—”
“Say no more, kirobus.” She clicked her tongue twice at her companions. “The rope!”
“The what?”
Before he or Zara could move, a thick rough-hewn rope wound around his shoulders and pulled him closer to Zara. Their bodies slammed together, and the others cheered as they were dragged inside the dimly-lit tent.
“What in Khrona’s name is going on?” Hektor wiggled, but the rope only tightened its grip. “You cretins! Free us,” he shouted.
“That’s not gonna work,” Zara whispered.
“I am a Drakkon,” he declared. “I can free us from these restraints.” Flexing his muscles, he pushed outwards with his arms, trying to loosen or break the rope but it didn’t budge. “What in the world is this?”
Zara wiggled her body, then peered up at him. “It’s a magical rope.”
“Magic? You are jesting.”
“No, I’m not. The centaurs explained it to me.”
“Did they explain how to get free of its bonds?”
“Yes.”
He huffed. “And?”
She chomped on her lower lip. “It’s part of a game. We’re trapped here for eighteen minutes. That’s the name of the game. Zegizh minwha. It’s similar to a game we play in the Upperworld called—” Her mouth clamped shut.
“What game?” He tried wiggling again, but to no avail. “What game, Zara?”
“Er, it’s called seven minutes in heaven.”
“Seven minutes—” He muttered a low curse. She didn’t have to further explain as he was able to piece together the mechanics of the game from context. “So, we can just wait out these eighteen minutes until the magic frees us?”
“I suppose we could.” She blinked up at him. “But there’s a way the ropes will loosen quicker.”
“How?”
Her lashes lowered before she stared up at him once more with those mesmerizing eyes. “If we follow our hearts’ desire, then the rope will know.”
Hektor hoped she didn’t feel how his heart slammed into his ribcage.
Doubtful, from the way her eyes lit up.
“Zara…” he began in a warning tone, though his gaze dropped down to her lips.
“Hektor…” she replied, her voice dropping low. “Would it be so bad?”
Would it?
Be reasonable, his brain told him.
Besides, she is longing for another.
“What about your basilisk?”
“My what?”
“The male you are chatting with on the apps.”
“Oh, er…as you said, it’s only chatting. Nothing concrete.”
He swallowed hard.
On the one hand, he did not know what agreements she had with the basilisk she was speaking with.
On the other hand, if he were in the basilisk’s position, he would eviscerate any male who dared encroach on his territory.
And if he had a third hand like a garuda, well, he very much wanted nothing more than to kiss her.
“Just go with it,” Zara whispered. “Do whatever you feel like doing.”
“And you?”
The corner of her mouth tugged up. “I’m pretty sure whatever you feel like doing, I do too.”
Khrona help him.
“Zara…” he groaned as he relaxed his body and lowered his head. To his surprise, the ropes slackened—not fully, but just enough so he could bend his head down to her.
He had meant to merely brush her lips with his, get the rope loose enough so he could slip out of it.
The first touch, however, was his undoing.
That first touch sparked something desperate and hungry, the kind of kiss born from days of denial and abstinence.
He urged her mouth open, and she complied.
His tongue delved into her mouth. She tasted of sweetness and desire, of everything he ever wanted and never knew he needed.
She gasped, pausing for a second before she responded, their tongues tangling and teeth clashing into chaotic rhythm.
He sucked on her lower lip, drawing a low, broken moan from deep in her throat, a sound he immediately swallowed as he dove back in.
The rope loosened, dropping down to his waist, freeing one arm. At this point, he should have used this chance to free them.
But he wanted more.
With one hand free he shoved it into her hair, pulling her back so he could kiss her deeper.
She complied easily, bending her neck back so he could continue his exploration of her mouth.
Oh, but there was so much more to her to explore too.
His hand moved down to her lower back, his claws raking downwards, making her shiver.
His palm cupped her sweet, soft buttocks and he pulled her closer to him, her soft belly rubbing against his half-hard cock.
She let out a surprised gasp, but when he attempted to pull away, she refused to let him go, nipping at his mouth in protest. He had no choice but to comply. She shuddered as he rocked against her, seeking that delicious friction.
They were so lost in each other that neither noticed that the rope around them had completely fallen away. Well, Zara noticed enough to grab onto his shirt and pull them down to the ground, gravity giving way, yet their mouths never broke contact.
As they sank to the floor in a tangle of limbs, Hektor covered Zara’s body with his own, pinning her down, burying his mouth in her neck.
He inhaled, taking in her sweet scent before he licked at her soft skin.
Her arms would around his neck, urging him to continue.
His tongue flicked at the sensitive skin under her neck, causing her to moan loudly.
“Please, Hektor. I need you.”
And he needed her too. Needed to feel her.
His hand moved under her shirt, palming her breasts through her bra. She groaned into his mouth, pushing up against him, spreading her thighs to cradle his hips between hers.
It was his turn to groan as the ridge of his now-hard cock rubbed against the warmth of her thighs.
He kissed her again, wanting that sweetness on his tongue as they rocked together.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, tightening around him.
Even as he lifted his hips, she clung to him, riding up against him.
His cock ached, the sweet friction sending pleasurable signals to his brain.
“Hektor!” she called out as her body shuddered. He bit the inside of his cheek, and miraculously, he managed to hold on and not embarrass himself like a horny teen. Her orgasm though, was glorious. And he desperately wanted to give her pleasure—real pleasure—again.
“I want to feel you,” she said, her voice laced with bliss.
He wanted to show her pleasure, everything he could offer. To make her mindless. Shifting around, he rolled her to her side so they faced each other.
“I—Hektor, is that your—oh!”
His tail slid between them, slipping between her knees. Very few knew how dexterous Drakkons were with their tails, and how creative they could be. He could, for example, slide it under the hem of her shorts.
“Ohhh, Hektor.”
His tail slid up, teasing her inner thighs. The tip brushed over the front of her panties, flicking just above her mound, making her squeal in delight.
“More, Hektor. I want—”
“Time’s up!” someone shouted, before the flaps opened.
As light flooded the interior of the tent, Hektor froze.
Drekhar, what just happened?