Chapter 27
Atem
Atem had promised himself an uninterrupted night with Peony, and he meant to fulfill that promise now.
He had met with his Council, saw to all the responsibilities he couldn't put off, and had made sure that his new sisters were all healthy and cared for.
They had some required reading on their datapads to cement the neural imprint of both spoken and written language into their minds that would likely keep them busy.
Peony would have to complete it as well, of course.
But for the moment, she had no responsibilities but to come on his fingers. Which she happily did for him with a cry of relief when he finally thrust two fingers inside her cunt, still stimulating that sweet little button of hers with his thumb.
Her muscles fluttered and rippled along the digits. It was just as surprising to feel now as it had been when he had his cock deep inside her.
Just when he thought her species couldn't possibly be more sexual, she surprised him again.
There was only a rare few female species that had inner muscles that flutter – sometimes during sex, sometimes during climax.
Peony didn't just flutter. Her entire cunt clamped down, massaged and milked his cock like she was desperate for his seed.
Domini females didn't do that. He didn't know any species that did such a thing. Surely, if her species were well known, that particular trait would be famous.
He lifted his lips from her skin. Watching as the last tremors of her climax wracked her form. Her thin skin, so soft and delicate, showed proof of his kisses in the dark red marks that trailed down her neck. He wanted to leave more across her chest.
“I need you,” he growled, grabbing her.
He lifted her up, not quite throwing her over his shoulder but getting close. She giggled, kissing the top of his head as one of her legs stroked along his chest.
She squealed in delight when he dropped her onto the bed.
He grabbed her skirt before she stopped bouncing and hit the button on the side that released the seal.
In a second, it and her ripped panties were gone.
He disposed of her top and sleeves in a similarly careless manner.
He didn't stop until he had her erotic, sensual body fully nude.
Her pretty face burned pink, but she didn't attempt to hide herself from him. The small patch of hair that adorned her slit tempted him in closer. Her water-colored eyes burned on him as she watched as he disrobed with a similar speed.
For a moment, they just looked at each other. Drinking in the sight of the others’ nudity.
For a brief moment, as Peony stared at him, doubt gripped Atem's heart.
If the females of her species were so incredible, surely their males must be their equal. Just as beautiful. Just as sexual. How did he compare to them?
The doubt dissipated as quickly as it came when her eyes flashed with hunger as she allowed her legs to fall open.
She had groomed the curly hair between her thighs since he last saw them.
Revealing more of her pink slit. He grabbed his shaft, stroking it slowly.
Her eyes followed the motion, her tiny, pink tongue stroking along her lips.
She moved before he had the chance, scooting towards the edge of the bed until she was perched there, her hands grabbing his hips. She pulled him closer, and a spark of excitement lit up his chest as he imaged that flexible, soft little tongue wrapping around his shaft.
He was thinking far too small.
Peony's mouth opened and several thoughts flashed through his mind in quick succession. She was about to put his entire shaft into her mouth. Her fangs would cut into the delicate flesh. She didn't have fangs. Did that mean...? Could she put his entire shaft into her mouth?!
He hadn't yet finished being shocked before her lips closed around his head.
Once again, he realized that he was thinking too small.
She didn't just allow the wet, soft heat of her mouth to encase him.
She began to suck, her head bobbing up and down in the most obscene, erotic motion he could imagine.
He had heard about females of other species that could do this, but it always seemed like the kind of filthy, raunchy act that would only occur in a brothel.
His Peony, his sweet, water eyed Peony, did it without hesitation. She moaned around his shaft, the vibration nearly undoing him as he groaned, his hand grabbing the back of her head. He had to resist the urge to thrust his hips forward.
Despite her best efforts, and she tried hard, Peony couldn't fit his entire cock into her mouth.
He was too long, too thick. Her lips were already shiny from the stretch around the head.
But she didn't let that discourage her. Her soft fingers closed around his shaft.
One hand around the length, her pointing finger petting along the ridges coming off of his head.
The other closed over his knot. She squeezed her fingers in turn, massaging the bulge.
He had to rip her mouth away before he released in her throat. She came off with a filthy pop, her mouth still open, breathing hard, her eyes flashing with delight.
He struggled to breathe, entranced by this creature. “Vi Peony... I can't even...”
She grinned, clearly proud of herself. “You've never had a blowjob before?”
“Blowjob?” He repeated the word slowly before throwing his head back, laughing. “No, vi Seerin. My females have fangs. They can't do that.”
“Pity,” she licked her lips. She nearly broke him with that motion alone. Her hand squeezed again, massaging his knot and making him moan. “What's this?”
“It's a... Well, it's a pseudoknot to be technical,” he groaned, thrusting gently into her grip. “It's to keep my seed inside you. But it doesn't swell enough to be a proper knot.”
Peony moaned softly, more in fascination than pleasure. But then she leaned forward and began to lick around the throbbing flesh. The tip of her tongue trailed along the veins that stood out in sharp relief even as her hand stroked along his shaft.
“You taste so good,” she moaned, her hips rocking like she was in heat.
Atem couldn't take it anymore.
Grabbing her by the arms, he yanked her up and dropped her back onto the bed. She bounced with a laugh even as he grabbed her legs and jerked them up around his waist. His hands slid down until he cupped her ass still hung off the side of the bed.
In one motion, he thrust forward, filling her completely, her groin smacking against his with a slap. She had grown so wet just by taking him in her mouth.
Perfection. Absolute perfection.
He began to pump his hips, slow and deliberate.
Pulling out until only his head remained, then slamming forward so hard his sac smacked against her ass.
Her fingers clutched first at the blanket, then the edge of the bed, then finally onto his forearms. Her thighs were shaking as she used his body as leverage to meet his thrusts.
She begged for him to go faster. She begged him for more. He denied her, keeping up his slow, hard movements to bring her to a gradual, powerful orgasm. She cried out, her back arching, thrusting her breasts up, her thighs clutching his hips, her sheath clenching his shaft.
Atem fell over her, covering her body, he finally began pumping in earnest. Claiming her body with a ferocity that had all four of her limbs clinging to him as he rocked the bed. He fucked her right through one orgasm, into another.
She was gasping, twitching. She begged him for mercy. She begged him to come. She told him that she couldn't take anymore.
He reached between their bodies and found that delightful bud of flesh that controlled her pleasure. As he played with it, the angle of his thrusts changed. He wasn't sure which action caused it, but her moans became keening, her motions desperate.
Despite her protests that she couldn't, she came apart beneath him once again.
Only when Atem felt the tight squeeze of her cunt that last time did he allow his own climax to break over him.
He slammed deep, clutching her hips, his tail circled around one leg.
His seed burst forth, bathing her womb. He groaned as he filled her, his knot's size insufficient to prevent thin strings of cum from leaking around the engorged flesh, sliding down her ass, his thighs, to drip onto the floor.
He nuzzled her neck as they came down from the impossible high. His shaft softened, but his knot didn't. He kissed along her shoulder as her arms relaxed, falling down to her side.
“You're... I can't believe I just... three times,” she finished with a soft whimper.
Atem chuckled, nipping at her collarbone before sitting up. He reached for the absorbent cloth he had thrown across the foot of his bed. The long run of fabric was standard for beds. Not because it provided any warmth, but because it was necessary for cleaning.
He pressed the fabric against her ass and moved it up as he pulled out.
The slow rush of fluid was immediately caught by the cloth.
Peony moaned, her body wracked with another shiver as he cleaned her, then himself.
He tossed the soiled fabric onto the floor before grabbing Peony's limp body and moving her to lay properly on the bed.
Then, as he wanted to before, he crawled in after her. He lifted the thin blanket over both of them before pulling her back against his chest, wrapping his arms around her. She hadn't moved out of the position he put her in, driven to exhaustion by his fucking.
“Sleep, vi Seerin,” he whispered into her ear before nibbling the fascinating rounded shell. She trembled again, moaning softly.
She was unconscious in moments. Atem could have followed her without difficulty, but he forced himself to remain awake for at least a mark after, just listening to her breathe. To the strange, double thuds of her heartbeat thumping in her chest. She was warm in his arms.
His tail remained curled around her leg, his arm around her waist.
When he finally allowed himself to sleep, after fighting it as long as he could stand, he dreamed of his sweet water eyes. His pretty, human mate.