Epilogue
ZIVREN
A month later…
June is wearing a long dress the color of midnight that hugs her every curve.
The straps are thin, and with a flick of my finger, I wager I could grab one and snap it in half as she passes by.
She’s putting away Akkal’s clean clothes, and as I watch her leave the family room, I catch a glimpse of her dimpled backside through the thin material and saliva fills my mouth.
I’m on my feet and following her before I realize it, my body instinctively closing the distance between us.
I sneak up behind her and wrap my front arms around her middle, leaving space to cup her ass with my back arms, and she squeaks in surprise.
“Mm,” I moan as I run my nose along her neck, inhaling her scent––a scent I now associate with comfort––“My beautiful mate.” I brush her hair out of the way and focus my kisses just behind her ear, the spot that always makes her stop what she’s doing and shudder in my arms. “That dress makes me want to do things to you.” I growl in her ear before nipping at her lobe. “Filthy, filthy things.”
She reaches back and cups the side of my face as I continue sucking on her skin.
“That feels so good,” she whispers. “But we have to leave soon.” She arches her back as I cup her breast. It fills my palm, and I groan at the transition of her nipple hardening to a stiff peak.
“Right?” she asks, her voice turning breathy. “We’ll be late to the party.”
This is true. If I remove her dress and run my tongue along her thick legs and lap her at cunt the way I want, we’ll be late to the anniversary party for the commander of my unit and his mate.
They’re celebrating eighty turns of the sun together.
A truly impressive milestone. Neither June nor I are of the species to live long enough to reach a goal like that, unfortunately.
Though even a thousand cycles with June wouldn’t be enough.
I shall settle for what I’m given and soak up every moment I can in her presence.
“They won’t even notice our absence,” I tell her. If anyone understands the ever persistent need to bury my face in my mate’s juicy cunt, it’s a happily mated male like my commander.
She sinks her little square teeth into her bottom lip, considering it. After a moment, she hollers, “Akkal, play with Soppo for a few minutes, okay, bud?”
“Your tetra and I need to use the closet for a bit. Stay inside. We’ll be right back.
” Using the closet has become the most child-friendly way to let him know we’re about to have sex and we do not want to be interrupted.
It’s the furthest enclosed space from the family room with a lockable door.
He has yet to ask about the strange noises we make while we’re in there.
Someday, I’ll explain it to him, but today is not that day.
I walk June backward into our bedroom and lift her onto the empty shelf in our closet.
It’s the perfect height to eat her and mate her, and for this reason, the shelf will remain empty forevermore, below a high ledge where a bottle of lube is hidden by a folded blanket The rest of the closet is cluttered with my clothes and hers, but not our shelf.
Never our shelf. I don’t bother removing her dress.
There’s no time. My cock is already leaking in my pants, and I need her too desperately.
I shove the straps of her dress off her shoulders until her breasts spill out the top, her large pink nipples begging to be sucked.
I take one into my mouth, and her nails bite into the back of my head as she holds me against her chest, panting as I continue working each sweet nipple with my tongue.
By the time her moans start reaching the edge of too loud, I lower myself to my knees and shove her dress up around her hips. A needy whine escapes me when I find her cunt uncovered. “You’re not wearing your underbottoms?”
She chuckles at my choice of word. She calls them something else, but I prefer underbottoms.
Then anger boils my blood at the next realization.
“Were you not planning on wearing underbottoms to the party?” Where other males will be in attendance.
Seeing her lush body barely covered by this flimsy dress.
Another layer of fabric that wouldn’t be there to block the ambrosial scent of her cunt from entering the noses of said males.
She must be able to see the spiral in my head written all over my face because she cups my cheeks and forces me to meet her green eyes, now almost black with her blown-out pupils. “I was going to put them on before we left. Don’t worry, my love.”
Jealousy is a new emotion for me. It turns me into someone I don’t recognize.
It’s not a feeling I knew existed before June.
I’m fortunate she finds it adorable when I get riled up about other males looking at her and doesn’t see it as an unforgivable flaw in my character.
“I…I am,” I begin, swallowing hard, “You are mine.”
“And you’re mine, Ziv,” she replies, with an amused smirk. “When I watched those island bitches gawking at you, I wanted to rip their faces off, so I get it.” Then she playfully taps the side of my face. “Now get back to business, yeah? This pussy isn’t going to eat itself.”
I do as I’m told and shove my nose against her clit, and I delve my tongue deep into her core.
Her tangy musk explodes on my tongue as I lap at her, barely able to breathe, but I don’t care.
She tastes too good to come up for air. I feel her body writhe beneath me, and my hands are everywhere, stroking the soft bulge of her belly, rubbing her shoulders, and gripping her thighs as I continue sucking on her puffy pink folds.
“Oonya,” she pants, “I need it. Please.”
With one hand, I shove my shorts down to my knees and wipe the precome from the tip of my cock and smear it over her nipples and clit.
It takes all of two seconds for it to start working, and soon her eyes are rolling back into her head, and her body enters an endless shudder.
I want to come with her, and I know she’s close, so I take my cock in hand and in one thrust, I’m almost all the way inside.
My front hands cup her face as I press my forehead to hers, my back hands gripping her hips as I drive into her cunt. “I am home,” I growl before taking her lips in a bruising, passionate kiss.
“Oh god,” she whimpers into my mouth. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Her body bucks wildly when she comes undone, her scream wordless and silent. The walls of her cunt flutter and squeeze me until I can take no more, and I bury my face into the crook of her neck as I unload my seed into her.
We remain breathless for what feels like several minutes as we come down, still clutching each other with the desperation and fondness one can only feel in the arms of their lover and best friend.
It’s an embrace that says, I need you this close even after the high has faded.
For the ups and downs and whatever may come between.
I can’t believe I get to have both in the same person. My June. My sun. My all.
I feed her a drop of neutralizer from the spare vial we keep on the top shelf of the closet with the lube. She chuckles as her breaths return to normal, and wipes at the corner of my mouth. Her juices were still coating my lips, I suspect. “Shall we head to the party?” she asks.
Her hair is wild and matted in the back, and my spend is starting to dry on the skirt of her dress. She’s the most magnificent creature I’ve ever laid eyes on. “I’d rather stay here and do that again, but I suppose we should.”
A gasp slips past her lips when she looks down at the state of herself. “Shit. I guess I need to change first.”
“Mm, and don’t forget your underbottoms.” I help her down from the shelf, and take a moment to hold her against me, basking in the feel of her soft, round body in my arms.
I feel her smile against my chest. “Thank you for saving me,” she says, the words muffled.
I know she’s speaking of the ordeal with the Etirinu guards.
I’ve told her many times she owes me no thanks.
That it was my pleasure to help her retain her freedom, but she still finds ways to thank me, verbally or otherwise.
I would do it a thousand times over if I had to.
Not because she was wrongly accused, nor because of her gratitude.
June is the only one who has fully accepted me as I am without conditions, and showed me a kind of happiness I didn’t know was possible.
“Thank you for loving me.” I reply.
I brush the hair off her face and tuck it behind her tiny ear. Her eyes shimmer with devotion.
“You’re stuck with me. Hope that’s okay.”
I press a kiss to her brow. “There’s nothing I want more. Not a single thing.”
THE END.
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