Chapter Ten #2
Timalah has brought me to a small cave where the floor is covered in a soft moss.
The water laps at the entrance, filling my ears with a relaxing, beautiful sound of the sea.
The tension I’ve been holding all day slowly fades away.
I look up at Timalah, my breath catching in my throat once more at the overwhelming relief I feel that I made it to him first. I am completely and utterly filled with wonder.
“I love you,” I tell him because I can’t hold it in another second, can’t keep going through life without him knowing.
“I know,” he whispers, stepping into my space and cupping my face in his big, blue palms. “You wouldn’t have entered my maturous trial if you didn’t.”
“I did it for you, Timalah. I did it because I knew you loved me too,” I say gently. “You’ve been accidently telling me. But if you wanted to say it out loud, I wouldn’t mind.”
Heat goes to his cheeks, making the prettiest purple color. “I love you, Miles. This is the first day of the rest of our lives,” he says, his voice turning serious. “I wish to make you my mate in both body and spirit, to join our lives together until death do us part.”
I grip his wrists. “Yes,” I breathe out without an ounce of hesitation. “Yes, Timalah. Make me yours.”
His lips touch mine. It’s so soft at first, like he’s testing the waters, like he’s not sure.
I wanna wash all uncertainty away. Nothing can stand between us anymore, nothing can keep us apart.
I open my mouth and silently beg for his tongue which he gives me.
I moan into the kiss as his hands slide under my shirt, touching my skin.
I break out with goosebumps, shivering as Timalah touches me. I need him.
“Please,” I whisper, smiling when Timalah pulls my shirt over my head. He takes his own leather harness off and it gives me time to kick off my shoes and my pants. He stares at me for a long moment, his blue eyes darkening. The look makes me feel flayed open and exposed in the best way.
“Fuck. You’re beautiful, Miles.”
I feel my cheeks heat up at his words. “You don’t have to sweet talk me. I’m already yours.”
Timalah grabs me around my waist and pulls me against himself.
We’re both naked and I suck in a sharp breath as his hot, naked skin touches mine.
“You are mine and I am yours. I plan on making sure you know how beautiful I find you every single day.” My fingers dig into his shoulders.
“Never a day will go by that you wonder how much I love you.”
Timalah’s tail touches the back of my thigh, slowly sliding up towards my ass.
I look up into Timalah’s eyes, letting him know this is okay, that I want it.
When the leathery tip touches my hole I moan, pushing back against it.
I lean up on my toes, kissing my mate again, distracting myself from the stretch as Timalah’s tail enters me.
It feels so good, stretching me open, slowly fucking in and out.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” I tell him, reaching between us and stroking his cock. I take my time running my fingers over the little bumps on the side, shivering when I think about how that’ll feel when he enters me.
Timalah’s tail twists, rubbing my prostate just right. Need thrums just under my skin until I’m hot all over, knowing the only thing that will quench the unadulterated need within me is Timalah.
I pull away, grimacing when Timalah’s tail leaves my ass. I’m so fucking empty, clenching around nothing. My movements are jerky as I fall to the ground, situating myself onto my hands and knees with my ass towards Timalah. “Please,” I moan out, raising my hips even higher.
Timalah follows me down, his big hands running over the back of my thighs and my ass cheeks. “I’m going to kiss you right here,” he whispers, thumbing open my cheeks. The pad of his thumb touches my hole and I whimper.
“Oh gods,” I get out before he’s diving down and licking my ass.
I groan into my arm, burying my face against the soft moss.
Timalah’s tongue is wet and warm and fucking me so good.
He swirls it around my hole before pointing it and pushing it inside.
His fangs dig into my skin, adding a layer of pain with my pleasure.
Tiny noises leave my throat without my permission and I shove my hips back against his face, riding his tongue.
“Finger me,” I grit out. “I need more. Get me ready for your cock.”
I shudder as Timalah growls, the sound filling our little cave and driving me wild.
When his finger enters me, I spare only a moment to notice it’s slippery and I realize Timalah is using the slick he naturally makes as lube.
Why the fuck is that so hot? As if fucking an alien wasn’t enough to get me going, knowing my mate is using his own slick to fuck me is turning me on beyond anything I’ve ever felt before.
My skin burns with need, making every single one of his touches that more pleasurable, that more sensitive.
I lose myself in sensations. Timalah fingers me open, stretching me on his fingers. He runs his tongue over my sensitive rim. I moan. He growls. His tail wraps around my leaking cock, the very tip swirling around the head and dipping into my slit.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” Timalah breathes, his fangs running over my shoulder as he leans his chest against my back. “I’m going to fuck you and make you my matron, Dorshkah.”
“Please, Timalah. Please. Come on.”
I reach my hand back, digging my nails into Timalah’s hip, sighing as he guides the tip of his cock to my hole.
“Are you ready?”
“Get the fuck inside me already,” I start to sass but my words are cut off by a moan as he finally pushes forward.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I murmur mindlessly, my forehead falling against the moss below me as Timalah pushes into me with one smooth thrust. His cock is so wide, splitting me open.
It’s borderline too much. But before I can tell him to stop, his hips are pressing against my ass.
“You feel perfect,” Timalah tells me, his mouth pressing kisses against the side of my neck. “Like coming home.”
The sentiment is overly sappy, especially while I’m currently trying to breathe through the pain of my ass being stretched perfectly around Timalah’s giant, blue cock, but I appreciate it nonetheless.
I can’t help but agree wholeheartedly. Timalah’s very presence makes me feel safe, makes me feel a rightness like never before.
Timalah, wherever he may be, is my home.
“Jesus fuck!” I cry out as Timalah slowly pulls out, the ridges of his cock rubbing against my inner walls, making my toes curl with pleasure.
This might be the first time Timalah is fucking me but I know it won’t be the last. I could grow addicted to this feeling.
His erection is long and thick and hot and a whimper leaves my throat as Timalah slams back into me.
Timalah nips at my shoulder and I know I’ll be covered with marks by the end of this. The thought of wearing Timalah’s marks has my cock throbbing where it bobs between my thighs. I’m owned, accepted, and his.
“I love you,” Timalah breathes against my skin, his hips picking up speed. “I love you so much, Miles.”
Timalah’s entire body is pressed against me from thigh to upper back, his skin hot against my own. His hand reaches beneath me, wrapping around my erection and stroking me quickly. I cry out as lightning bolts of pleasure race down my spine.
“You’re mine,” Timalah says, his voice more growl than anything else.
The sound of it, mixed with the feel of Timalah’s hand around my cock and his dick in my ass is enough to send me over the edge.
As my orgasm washes over me, I feel a prodding within my mind.
A familiar warmth fills me from the tip of my head to the soles of my feet.
I open my mind to Timalah, letting him in, letting him claim me in the most intimate way.
As my mind reaches back towards him, I feel a connection snap into place.
For a blinding moment, I can feel both of our pleasure before it’s shattering and I’m coming across the mossy floor all over again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I babble as Timalah’s hips move, fucking me through my orgasm. My ass tightens around his cock. Timalah’s rhythm stutters as he comes as well. His cum is hot, filling my ass, claiming me somehow even further.
Inside and out, I am Timalah’s.
I wince when Timalah pulls out but the discomfort is washed away almost immediately.
I flip over onto my back and smile as he peppers my face with soft, barely there kisses.
I can feel the barest traces of joy in my head, a foreign feeling mixed with my own, further proving that this is real.
Timalah is my mate. No Layperry, human, or anything in between can come between us now in the sight of all the ancestors and laws and any other bullshit that wants to come our way.
“I love you,” I say, just because I can. “And I’d go through any trial to be with you.”
“You already have,” Timalah whispers, laying down and pulling me against his chest. I let out a yawn as exhaustion gets the better of me. My eyes grow heavy and my limbs fall limp. “You went through it, Miles. Now it’s time for you to rest.”
“Okay,” I whisper. “Just a little bit.”
Timalah presses a kiss against my temple as I drift off to sleep, feeling sore as fuck yet safe and whole.