Chapter 15 #2
Like her, I loved having the crook of my neck gently pecked, especially close to my nape.
For some inexplicable reason, it always resonated directly in my cock.
Her claws on my pelvis—right below my navel—also fanned the flame of my arousal.
But the one thing I never expected to be a massive turn on was Linsea carefully scratching the inside of my palm with her beak as she traced the lines within before sucking on my index finger.
A bolt of lust exploded between my thighs.
Linsea’s smug chuckle as her tongue swirled around my finger both pissed me off and aroused me.
It was the provocative way in which she tilted her head to lock eyes with me as she continued to suck on my finger.
Her right hand covering my crotch made her underlying meaning clear.
Maker, I could almost feel her mouth on my cock.
Her claws gently teased the seam of my crotch, coaxing me to extrude.
For a split second, I considered resisting, both to provoke her and to see how she would ‘punish’ me for misbehaving.
That latter thought almost made me deny her.
But I had silently pledged to submit to her will—this time—and therefore complied.
The hiss of relief that escaped me took me by surprise. I hadn’t realized just how strained my cock had become, stuck in its confines while growing increasingly hard. However, my female greedily wrapping her hand around my length had the hiss shift into a strangled moan.
Linsea slowly licked my finger from bottom to top in perfect sync with her hand stroking me.
My abdominal muscles contracted, and a dull throbbing pulsated in my cock.
My breath hitched when she extended her tongue to its fullest length just shy of nine inches and proceeded to lick the inside of my palm.
My cock jerked in response and, to my utter shame, a bead of precum seeped out. A triumphant smile stretched my mate’s beak. Moving at lightning speed, she abandoned my hand to lick my head and then swallowed my length.
I cried out, my back arching as my wings twitched with the instinctive need to spread wide.
Linsea squeezed the base of my cock almost painfully, as she began to bob over me.
I could feel the head hit the back of her throat with each downward motion.
I would have marveled at the fact that it didn’t seem to trigger her gag reflex, but intense waves of pleasure robbed me of any rational thought.
She adjusted the angle of her head so that every time my cock would hit the back of her throat, each of my ganacs would come into contact with it.
These small, natural bumps on my glans vaguely resembled subcutaneous implants.
Aside from enhancing our female’s pleasure during penetration, they were also highly erogenous for us males.
Each impact on them felt like electric sparks of bliss setting off around the head of my cock, spreading down its length, and sending fiery tendrils running throughout my pelvic area.
The soft warmth of her tongue wrapping and swirling around the head with each stroking motion was driving me insane with pleasure. When she closed her beak, carefully scraping it against the spiraling ridges of my shaft, I nearly came undone.
I shouted, and my hips involuntarily bucked, nearly choking her. My loins were ablaze, and I felt faint with the need to give in to ecstasy. But I refused to find my release before my mate, especially not after so many months apart.
Just as I was about to yank her off me, Linsea gave my cock a final lick before rising to her feet from her kneeling position in front of me.
She climbed in my lap, her seam parting to reveal her glistening slit.
The delectable scent of her musk had my entire body seizing with need.
It took my foggy brain a moment to understand what had prompted Linsea’s almost pained moan seconds before she impaled herself on my cock.
I cried out again at the exquisite burn and searing heat of her sheath tightly engulfing me.
By the expression on her face and the tremor of her body, my mate was feeling overwhelmed by both her pleasure and my own.
I remembered all too well how insane it had been to have the bliss her touch procured me multiplied a thousandfold by the one she felt.
A savage series of grunts tumbled out of me as my female immediately set a feverish pace as she rode my cock with wild abandon.
My fear that I would fail to pleasure her without my ability to feel her emotion completely vanished.
Even with the circlet still blocking me, the voluptuous sounds emanating from my woman, her gorgeous face dissolved in a pure air of bliss, and the frenzied way with which she touched me and responded to my own attentions made it clear she more than approved of my ministrations.
Having memorized each of her sensitive spots from our previous couplings, I stimulated every single one of them, making her moan and whisper my name with the needy possessiveness I craved.
An inferno raged inside of me, burning me from the inside out.
Linsea’s inner walls clamping down on my cock threatened to send me toppling over the edge.
Needing even more, I slipped my hands under her rump, effortlessly lifting her slightly before pounding into her from beneath.
She hung on to my shoulders, head thrown back as an endless stream of moans tumbled out of her.
She looked like a goddess with her massive, pristine white wings spread behind her, gently flapping with each thrust. Her long, fluffy tail also caressed my legs with each motion.
My mate’s legs began to shake, and her claws dug into my shoulders as her breathing grew louder and more labored.
Sensing her imminent climax, I drew her closer to me and reclaimed her mouth.
With my left hand still propping her up above me, I slipped my right hand around her back to claw at the down feathers at the base of her wings.
I swallowed her shout of ecstasy as she fell apart in my arms. After a couple more thrusts into her, I gave in to my own climax.
My spine seized, and my wings spread wide as I roared my release.
My seed shot out into my mate in an endless flow of the purest bliss.
As much as I hated not being able to perceive her own pleasure, I still reveled in the wondrous sensation of my Linsea’s feverish body, still trembling in the throes of passion in my arms.
She collapsed against me, heart pounding, her face buried in my neck. I tightened my embrace, my heart filling with love for my mate. I wrapped my wings around her as she snuggled deeper into me. Hearing my mate coo with content put a smile on my face.
I fleetingly thought how this experience gave me a newfound respect for humans and other non-empathic species. Being able to feel our partner’s emotions was really a form of cheating. We didn’t have to focus as much on them or their responses to our actions because it was directly spoon fed to us.
“Stop fretting so much, silly male,” Linsea said in a still slightly groggy voice. “You did great.”
Maker, it would take me a while to get used to having my emotions fully exposed to others.
“Of course, I did,” I replied smugly. “I’m Kayog Voln.”
She burst out laughing and lifted her head to look at me as if I was a hopeless case.
“To be fair, I had a leg up from our previous times together. But I can’t wait to feel you again,” I said sheepishly.
“And you will soon,” she said, rubbing her beak against mine.
“Soon,” I concurred. “For now, though, I guess I’ll just have to keep practicing interpreting your needs and emotions the non-empathic way. Let’s see how I fare when I’m the one in charge.”
She giggled prettily as I rose to my feet, my cock still buried deep inside her. Linsea wrapped her legs around my waist as I carried her to the bedroom, our tongues mingling…
The following week was an endless series of increasingly more intense training sessions.
Most of my time was now spent with Yinric, with the usual quick fifteen-minute medical checkup by either Arafin or Ellen.
To my delight, I was now able to use the circlet at less than half its dampening effect.
In fact, I could function without it at all, but only over short periods of time before the strain wore me out.
Still, it wouldn’t be much longer before I stopped needing that crutch at all.
Arafin injected me with a series of nanobots that accelerated the healing process whenever I suffered bruising from overextending myself. They also hastened the formation of new neural pathways, which in turn gave me greater control over my powers.
The fact that they blocked my empathic abilities during the day continued to bother me.
Although they claimed it was to limit bruising and reserve my psychic energy for my kinetic training, I strongly suspected that it was more a matter of them keeping me oblivious to whatever they were thinking or feeling in my presence.
I didn’t doubt for a minute that I was constantly being observed and evaluated by far more eyes than I could see.
I refused to let it bother me. I’d studied enough politics and how big organizations such as the UPO and the Enforcers operated to understand the need for them to thoroughly investigate what kind of a threat—or asset—I could be.
My focus remained on gaining full control over my body and abilities, for which they provided the type of support I never could have dreamt of before.
I would handle whatever followed next in due time.