Chapter 31
Misty
Being tossed over someone’s shoulder wasn’t as fun as she thought it would be. It wasn’t a comfortable method of travel, but it was still enough to steal her breath as Tsok carried her from the landing pad into his manor. His shoulders were broad enough and her robe was thick enough that, combined with his fur, his shoulder wasn’t jabbing into her belly painfully.
But she was achy, needy, and desperate for touch that she was being denied. From this angle, she couldn’t even reach between her own legs to finish herself off. He was tormenting her, demanding she give him what he wanted before giving her what she needed.
She would not. It was on principle at this point.
What principle, she wasn’t even sure anymore. But she was absolutely not letting him call her his mate when she wasn’t.
He wanted mate privileges; he had to earn them.
Misty honestly wasn’t sure how long she was going to last. Four aborted orgasms and she was absolutely throbbing between her legs. It hurt how sensitive he’d made her without allowing her that final release. She’d talked a big game back at the party, but she was right on the edge and probably only had one or two more interrupted climaxes before she broke down and said whatever he wanted if it meant he’d let her come.
But that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to fight like hell to get him to break first.
Grinning wickedly as he continued walking her through the manor, Misty put her hand on his back to push herself up. Just enough to give herself the space she needed to lift her other hand. She held it up, poised to smack that taut ass as it flexed while carrying her.
But just before she brought the hand down, a new thought occurred to her.
An evil little giggle bubbled up from deep in her belly. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by her lover. He smacked her ass once, making her jump. It wasn’t hard, and the robe was thick enough that she barely felt it, but it was a surprise.
“What are you thinking back there?” Tsok asked as he turned into the hall that led to his room.
Misty struck.
She didn’t smack his ass like he had hers. Instead, she grabbed. Like she was trying to stroke his cock, she clasped her hand around his tail. She had to do so around his robe, but it was like trying to grab a guy through sweatpants – padded but still very possible.
And surprising.
Tsok, unprepared for the sensitive appendage to be so suddenly molested, missed a step. His knees gave out and he fell, catching himself on one hand. Misty fell with him, slipping off his shoulder and hitting her back with a laugh. He took the brunt of the fall, so her landing was much softer.
Tsok gave her a glare that only made her laugh harder. They were splayed out on the long rug in the hall, well away from the door to his room. She thought he was going to scoop her up and finish the journey to his bed.
He had no such plans. She’d brought them down to the floor, and that was where they would stay. As she found out when he suddenly grabbed the tie keeping on her robe and, with the ease of someone who’d grown up knowing how the special knot worked, ripped it apart. It practically melted under his hands, loosening until the sides were falling open around her.
Then she was practically naked, her body bare and exposed, right in the hallway. And Tsok was there, burying his face in her neck to lick and nip at the sensitive skin while he shoved her legs apart. Taking the space for himself. Reaching down and immediately circling her clit with his thumb as her back arched. Luxuriating in the feeling of his fur brushing against her peaked, sensitive nipples.
She was so close, so on edge, that even after the trek here and falling to the floor, it still didn’t take him long to bring her impending climax back. She tried her hardest to keep it from showing. To keep her legs from shaking, her moans under control. To hide what was happening so he couldn’t take it away from her.
To no avail. Her body tensed up and her legs still shook. Less than before, but she couldn’t fully conceal it when they were pressed so tightly against his side.
“Who are you?” He growled, right in her ear. Right on the edge.
She could only wordlessly shake her head, clenching her mouth tightly shut. Refusing to give him an answer. Just for a second. That’s all she needed. She was so close -
“No!” She wailed when he pulled back, putting his hand to her thighs, forcing her legs apart, refusing her even the small amount of pressure she might gain by trying to close them.
“Tell me what you are,” he growled so deliciously, right in her ear, the rumble vibrating through his chest, into her, teasing her even further. She tried, and failed, to rub her body along his, but he kept himself just far enough from her that she was denied. “Tell me what you know I want to hear, and I’ll let you come.”
Snarling, she grabbed for the fur on his neck, yanking him back down. He didn’t fight her kiss, but, annoyingly, he kept his pelvis away, denying her that small friction.
She was so close. Every time he touched her, it came back stronger, faster. It was almost painful at this point. The orgasm itself, she could already tell, would be devastating.
If he would just give it to her!
He was there between her thighs. Thrusting against her through his clothes. She groaned, eyes rolling back. He was so hard under the silken fabric. She had just enough space to be able to hump back against him. Eager for more of that pressure. His heat. His hardness.
“Admit it,” he grunted into her ear, his body tense and shaking. “ Say it .”
She shivered, grabbing his butt with both hands. Squeezing tight. Forcing him to grind harder into her as she panted.
“Fuck… buddy…”
“Mate.”
Their movements were getting harsh and desperate.
“Fucker…
“ Mate! ”
She cried out when he pulled back. Once again denied that final release. Her pussy was throbbing. She couldn’t take this anymore.
“Please,” she moaned. Certainly not above a little begging for her pleasure. Even enjoying it a bit. But still trying to refuse to give him that one thing he wanted most.
It was the best kind of fight. A battle of wills neither of them was willing to lose while they both suffered in the fight.
Because she wasn’t the only one driven to the edge. She could feel the tension, the desperation, in the tightness of his body. In the shaky, driving strokes of his hips. In the grunts echoing in her ears. In the interplay of their lewdly moving shadows cast upon the wall, mimicking their frantic movements as they tried to force the other to be so desperate to come that they gave up.
Fuck. She was going to lose.
“Just… say it…” Tsok demanded, but his voice was weak and pleading. “Admit… you’re mine…”
His hand was down, between their bodies. Yanking his robe open. Pulling his pants down just enough that his cock emerged. Then he was there, slick and hot, rubbing against her soaking wet entrance. The soft, scaley texture of his shaft rubbed perfectly against her already aching nubbin.
His thrusts were faster now. Rougher. A particularly long thrust against her clit made her gasp and her mouth opened, defeat right there on the tip of her tongue-
She struck, biting his shoulder instead. The admission muffled against his fur as he let out a grunt. His hips jerked back and then he was pushing, his dripping head a hot pressure against her entrance. The stretch made her moan. The heat apparently too much for him as he couldn’t stop his hips from jerking, pushing into her just a bit. Enough that he could no longer resist the urge to slam himself deep.
Which he did, making them both cry out.
Misty did so with relief and release as, finally , she was pushed over the edge. But with just a hint of pain for how devastating it felt after being edged for so long.
Tsok, however, let out a growl of pleasure and defeat. She could feel him struggling to hold it in even as the warmth of his cum filled her. A staggered breath slipped past her lips as she tightened her limbs around him. Riding the wave of her orgasm, feeling the sweet high of victory as she swept her hands up and down his back. Comforting him in this moment of defeat.
He was panting, but unmoving, as he said, “Ready to admit it yet?”
She giggled wickedly. “I already won.”
Then, to celebrate her victory, she tightened her pelvic muscles. And just as she hoped, he let out a long groan as his cock twitched within her. She could only giggle wickedly as she did it again. And then again. Until he suddenly opened his mouth and grabbed her neck, his saber teeth coming around the other side, grasping without using his hands. Maintaining control over her like she was a bitch that needed to be brought to heel.
She shivered. Loving how close they felt in this moment. His jaw open around her neck, teeth pressed into her skin, cock buried deep, the warmth of his seed inside her, his furry body covering her completely. She was surrounded, filled completely, by him.
The sweat was cooling on her body when he finally moved. She frowned as she felt him placing his knees under him, because she thought he was about to separate from her.
However, that’s not what he did. Instead, as he got his knees stable, he put one arm around her bottom and lifted. The other arm banded around her chest, keeping her close, his cock still inside her, his mouth open around her neck, as he got to his feet.
She had to cock her head to the side, legs clutching around his waist while her hands clutched the fur of his back, but he stood without disengaging from her at all. He half stumbled the rest of the way down the hall to his room. Towards his bed. He wasn’t particularly coordinated, falling against the walls at times, nearly falling back to his knees at others.
Though, to be perfectly fair, she was doing her absolute best to try to control him through his cock, squeezing it with her pussy and making it hard for him to maintain balance.
When he finally collapsed onto his bed, he turned in the air so that he landed on his back, letting her remain splayed out on top of him. Only then did he release the grip on her neck, allowing her to sit up and look down on him.
Which she did with a triumphant smirk.
“Feeling rather proud of yourself, aren’t you?” He asked, running his hands down her thighs.
“I won,” she said simply.
“Why are you so determined to not admit what you are?” He asked, frowning. “Does it bother you that much?”
“Not at all,” she smiled. “And when you go ahead and make me your mate, you can call me that all you want.”
He took a quick inhale through his nose. Like he might be trying to catch a whiff of her even through the filter.
“That confident you can resist me?” He asked, something dangerous gleaming in his eyes.
She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Well, I already got my victory tonight. So…”
“Oh, I see,” he chuckled darkly. “You think I’m done with you.”
She blinked, surprised. “You came already.”
He chuckled. “And you think that’s enough?”
“But…”
“You mistake me for a human male with their long refractory periods.” He tilted his head back proudly. “But I am a kreecharma male, and my body is designed to rut you for marks on end. Even if I’m not in rut. You’re not getting rest until you break or the sun rises.”
She blinked, startled. “You haven’t done that before though.”
“I was being considerate of you.” He smirked, thumbs traveling inward, towards the place where they were still connected. “I didn’t want to push your fragile, human body further than you could tolerate. I didn’t want to be too much for you.”
“You-”
Her voice cut off on a hiss as he pressed against her clit. The pressure from the outside met the pressure of his still hard cock within making her shake as she fell over, catching herself on his chest as he smirked.
“You won the first round,” he conceded too easily. “Let’s see how long you last.”
Misty could only pant as he started over.
It turned out, her lover had been holding back a lot .
But no matter what he did, no matter how broken she got while begging for release and mercy, she didn’t once acknowledge herself as his mate.