Chapter 44 #2
The sugar crunched as she chewed, moaning with delight. He grabbed for something else, still not looking, unable to tear his eyes from her.
But before he had the chance to bring whatever he grabbed – felt like a piece of meat, burned the way humans preferred – she picked up something off the tray – a stuffed mushroom cap – and brought it to his lips.
“I’m supposed to be gorging you,” he said.
“I promise, Tuvy-bear, I’ll never fight a battle for you. But you have to let me care for you. I feed people. That’s how I show love. Now eat.”
He chuckled but opened his mouth. He didn’t taste the delicacy. He was focused only on the way Hattie’s lips closed over the next bite he offered her.
She was eating, but she seemed much more interested in his skin than any food. It seemed she took a little more of his finger into her mouth with each bite until she was blatantly sucking it and didn’t stop until he slid it free with a slick pop.
“More,” she begged, scraping her nails down his chest.
He grabbed the next bite, accidentally smearing most of whatever it was on his fingers.
But Hattie wasn’t even paying attention to him. She pushed herself free of his grasp. But she didn’t go far. She went down onto her knees between his thighs.
“Hattie,” he reached for her.
She opened her mouth, sucking the smeared food from his fingers even as she was pressing the seal keeping his pants on. The fabric broke apart, allowing her to reach inside and pull his cock free, both of her hands stroking down his length.
He automatically reached for something else. Needing to gorge her. He had to feed his adassi or he couldn’t bring her to her nest – his bed.
But she wasn’t interested in the bite of food he picked up. Instead, without ceremony or hesitation, she closed her mouth over the head of his cock and began to suck.
His head barely fit past her lips. He could see her straining to part her jaw wide enough so that her teeth weren’t cutting into his skin. She couldn’t really bob up and down either, but she sucked and slurped and licked as she worked her hands up and down, spreading her own spit.
“Hattie, you… need…”
It was fantastic. The slickness of her lips and tongue focusing on his ridges and his slit made his eyes roll back as his hips twitched with the urge to bury himself into that heated cavern. Only knowing he would likely hurt both of them if he tried kept him still.
It wasn’t without effort.
But as good as it felt, it couldn’t distract from his need to feed her. It was a deep and instinctual urge as irresistible as the need to breathe.
Gorge his female. Fill her belly. He must.
“Eat,” he begged her, his nerves stretched to the breaking point.
“Feed me,” she moaned, slurping on his cockhead.
He tried to press whatever he had grabbed on her. He couldn’t even tell what it was anymore, it was unrecognizable after crushing it in his grip.
She popped her mouth off his cock and slurped the food off his fingers. Then immediately returned to sucking.
“Feed me,” she begged, stroking hard and fast with one hand and squeezing his knot with the other. She was trying to make him come in her mouth.
That shouldn’t count. Should it?
But his female had decided what she wanted to eat, and he couldn’t deny her.
He put his hand on the back of her head, helping her bob up and down as she tried to force her mouth further apart. Her lips had been stretched into such a tight ring they were blanched white. It must be making her sore, but she was so determined. So kriking sexy.
He growled, his release tightening his sac. It drew up close to his body as his knot throbbed and the pressure built in his spine.
“Hattie…” His entire body tensed as he tried to warn her.
She reared back then shoved herself forward, taking as much as she could and sucking. His head swelled beyond her teeth, her lips shielding them from his cock. She whimpered from the suddenness of her own action but didn’t ease in her stroking.
Tuvo roared, head falling back as the heated jets of cum shot up through his cock. Hattie made a sound of surprise, eyes going wide.
Too late. His head was lodged in her mouth and with her squeezing on his knot she got the full force of his release. It flooded her mouth, and she had no choice but to swallow rapidly, drinking him down with deep gulps that moved her entire throat.
She didn’t give up. She kept stroking, kept squeezing, draining his balls until his cock softened enough that his head could finally slip from between her teeth.
Gasping, she collapsed against his thigh, still slowly stroking his shaft. She licked her lips, before gingerly touching the corners of her mouth where he must have stretched her to the point of pain. Not that she looked upset.
She smiled, nuzzling his cock like he had just done something wonderful for her.
“Thank you, Tuvy-bear,” she smiled, patting her belly. “I’m so full.”
Something broke in his mind. He didn’t even remember standing. He was just suddenly up, Hattie in his arms. He took her to his pod bed and set her on her feet. Pulling her back to his chest, he mauled her breasts as he growled-
“Make your nest, kyrya, so I can fuck you in it.”
“Aren’t I supposed to be the one fucking you?”
He pinched her nipples, punishment for her cheek. She moaned, head falling back. “I told you. You’re already my mate. Make your nest before I defile you beside it.”
She shivered like that threat might not be a deterrent.
But she still pulled away from him so she could adjust the blankets and pillows that made up the bed.
It was a pathetic nest. There was nothing in it personalized for her.
Not much for her to work with since he wasn’t adassi material – he kept his bed spartan.
But she worked with what she had.
The moment she stood straight, he took her by the hair and pulled her head back, opening her neck to him. He leaned over and kissed her there, running his tongue along her sweet skin.
“Tomorrow, you’re going to redecorate,” he ordered, making her shiver.
“You’re thinking about interior design right now?” Her voice was so sweetly breathless.
“Thinking about you. Claim my den, adassi. I need it.”
“I’m going to make it pink and fluffy,” she snickered.
“Good.” She loved pink. She loved fluffy. He had a feeling she was teasing him, but he honestly did not care. His job as her domin was to provide a safe den. She could do whatever she wanted with it – her job as an adassi.
She laughed, her body shaking against him. The muscles in her neck jumped. He could see that artery, so terrifyingly close to the surface of her delicate skin, throbbing. Tempting him. His mouth watered as need cramped his belly.
He didn’t know why he did it. He would never have done it before.
He struck.
His fangs barely pierced her skin. He didn’t want to hurt her or puncture that artery. He had already tasted her blood, but that was when he had been sick and delirious.
And his mind must have been off, because those foggy memories were nothing compared to the sweetness that burst over his tongue as he lapped at the blood he drew. It didn’t take long. The moment those few drops hit his stomach, he felt the warmth spreading throughout his body.
Hattie moaned, reaching back to grab his waist. He didn’t need to tell her to walk them forward so he could push her over her belly on her nest.
Their nest now.
His mate in his nest, where she belonged. Her belly full of him. Her blood on his tongue, heating his body, making his cock ache painfully with need.
He shoved her skirt up over her hips and ripped away her panties. She made such a cute little sound of surprise, but she didn’t fight as he put the head of his cock at her entrance. The slickness there made him growl.
“You get this wet from tasting me?” He asked, teasing her by barely pushing against her but not thrusting forward.
“Tuvo, please…”
“Tell me.”
She whimpered.
“You want me? You want me to fuck you? Tell me.”
She shuddered, fingers clenching against the blanket. “I’m so wet from sucking you, Tuvo. Please. I need you. Give it to-ah!”
She screamed when he slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt.
And she took him. All of him, right to the top of his knot. Her little body was resized just for him. His mate, a perfect grip on his cock. Still so tight, but no longer a fight to fit inside.
He allowed her only a moment to adjust before he pulled out and began to pound her.
Fast and hard and merciless. Her knees collapsed under the onslaught, almost upsetting his rhythm.
He grabbed her hips and yanked them up, jerking her back against him as he thrust forward making her scream and soak his cock as she came.
He didn’t stop. Even when she came again, bringing her with him. He didn’t submerge his knot. He didn’t stop thrusting even as his seed spurted inside her.
“Tuvo, please,” she yelled, thrashing against him.
He hunched over her and reached between her legs. The fast, slick flicking of his fingers over her clit made her scream again. She was fighting against a third orgasm. Challenging him. Her blood heating his body kept him from stopping.
He had to fuck her. He had to fill her. Just a taste of her blood and his mind was gone.
Her third orgasm was less an explosion and more a slow breaking that made her shake as her cunt massaged him.
He yanked out, their combined slick splattering against her thighs.
He grabbed her and threw her onto the bed, on her back.
Without giving her time to even realize what had happened, he covered her, slamming back into her open hole.
Grunting, growling, he rode her hard. Enjoying the way her nails dug into his back and her voice echoed in his ears.
With a snarl, he pushed her thighs back, forcing her hips up, and drove his knot deep.
Plugging her up as his release boiled in his balls.
Her mouth opened, her eyes rolled back, but no scream escaped her throat as her entire body went tense and twitched.
Her cunt closed around his knot, locking him in, as his release burned up his shaft and pumped into her.
He gathered her up and rolled them over, keeping himself inside. They were safe. He didn’t have to worry about lingering. And he wasn’t going to let her go until he had to.