204. Vision
204
Vision
A ’Dar
This is my mate, eagerly sucking my cock. My beads in her braids are quietly jangling in the almost-silent room. The only other noise is the slick wet sound of her mouth on me. Heaven.
Her hands are tight on my ass, pressing me closer. It’s as if she’s keeping me here, afraid I’ll leave.
“Maya. So good.” I grip her shoulders and pray for two things. I want this to go on forever and I want her to tighten her mouth and make me spurt my liquid into her throat right this second. She does the latter, tightening her lips as she swirls her tongue. I come so hard it pulls a hoarse moan from my lips.
My release goes on and on as my hot jets spurt into her throat. It’s so compelling it feels as if she’s sucking my essence straight from my balls. I’m so consumed with the physical bliss, it takes long moments for me to realize something is wrong.
Her grip relaxes from my ass where her nails bit into my flesh. She pulls back, her lips making a soft popping sound when she releases me completely, then she collapses onto the floor.
“Maya!” I lift her and place her on the bed.
Just like last time I released into her mouth, she burrows against me and moans. Her skin warms and flushes almost red. We both wanted this. She needed this. Whatever changes my fluid will cause will make her stronger for the upcoming fight. At least I hope so. The pain, though. I wish I could spare her that.
She leans her head back as her mouth opens, slack-jawed. She pants, too tired to keep her eyes open.
“It will be alright,” I lie to her, having no idea what’s happening inside her fragile body. “It will be over soon,” I insist, even though it might be wishful thinking.
I use one fang to nick the vein at my wrist, then let my blood trickle into her open mouth. She loudly smacks her lips, then suckles from me. My heart squeezes with affection toward her as I nurture her back to health.
Finally, her eyes pop open. If anything, they’re even more golden than before.
“Is this how you see?” she asks. “Everything is in colors, like heat signatures. Your handsome face is superimposed over red, or maybe the red is superimposed over your face.” Her gaze flicks up and down my body.
I don’t say anything for a moment, too focused on her use of the word handsome to catch any other specifics of what she just said.
“Handsome?” I ask stupidly. I need to calm her, reassure her, not reveal how vain I am or that her word makes me feel prouder than when I earned first mate status, the highest honor I ever achieved.
Her lips curl into a smile as she takes another drag on my blood. “Handsome, yes. Now, tell me about the colors.”
“Is that not how everyone sees things?” I ask, baffled. “In normal times, we see things as they are. In times of danger, our mind superimposes heat signatures onto every living thing. It’s an evolutionary gift.”
“Not for humans,” she says as she tips her head side-to-side, stretching her tight muscles.
My hands move to her neck and shoulders, my thumbs seeking out the places needing attention.
“Mmm.” She turns away from me, giving me better access. “Mine isn’t an evolutionary gift. It’s a gift from A’Dar.”
I kiss the top of her head, then my attention is pulled to the vid screen. 46 females still alive.
“I need to put my seed into your channel, Maya. We’ll need to leave soon.”