Episode Twenty-Six The Kiss
Z oron
I’m ordering my face not to reveal the emotions swirling underneath, buffeting around like the most furious storm.
Lylah is a tender female. She’s been through so much and is making the best of it. I wasn’t lying when I said she was like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis. I don’t want to make her self-conscious and I’d hate to trample her feelings, but inside my skin, I’m dying a little.
Eldar and I met when he was young. He didn’t know his age, but his body was tiny. When our paths crossed in the woods, he was skin and bones and had just escaped the Works. He’d been crying. His beautiful white hair was filthy and filled with dirt clods and shards of dead leaves from sleeping on the forest floor.
His relief was palpable when I offered him a ride to my home. He later told me he was so hungry, so tired, and so scared, he would have accepted whatever fate I dealt him—even death.
Instead, my parents welcomed him without a second thought. He was fed—and fed and fed—and given shelter. From the first moment, he was accepted as part of our family. Even the rest of the herd never questioned his right to be with us.
It filled me with pride to watch him grow into the male he became: strong and smart and self-assured. He joined our school lessons and although he was years behind, he caught up in only a few moon cycles.
Though he was accepted as part of our family, he and I were more than brothers. We were the best of friends. Gods, the afternoons he jumped on my back and we ran for miles and laughed and hunted. Those days were so filled with fun. We were inseparable.
Until one day by the side of the stream, we became more than brothers or friends. We became lovers. It was beautiful and right—perfect, actually. We never looked back. In some ways, we’re more bonded, more connected than even my parents are. We have a soul connection that will never be pulled asunder.
That’s why this new pair joining our mating is tearing me apart. I’m trying to make it easy on everyone. We all are. But this is killing me.
I take a deep breath and feel my heart squeeze in my chest as if it doesn’t want to go on beating.
The worst part of this is, a piece of me wants this kiss with the little human. I hate myself for it. I’m glad she’s so close to my face right now, because if she took a few steps back, she’d see my cock is hard for her.
Right now, I’m the worst mate on planet Earth. I shouldn’t want anyone but Eldar. Yet the situation would be even worse if I entered into this foursome with bad intent.
I’m fucked either way this goes. Either I’m the worst mate in the world, or a bastard to the little female who was almost beaten to death by her husband and forced into a situation not of her making.
There is no winning here.
The facts are clear. She’s here right now, her eyes closed in expectation of a kiss. Eldar knows we’re doing this.
As if I jump into a stream engorged from winter runoff, I allow the moment to carry me away.
I meet her lips with the softest brush. They’re nothing like Eldar’s. They’re softer, more accepting. Though my mate meets me on equal ground, giving as well as he gets, Lylah is happy to let me take control of the kiss.
Tucking her more tightly against me, I banish all my conflicting thoughts and dive into this moment. This is my first kiss with a female, my first kiss with anyone but Eldar.
I memorize the moment, the soughing of the wind through the trees, the scent of the loam under my hooves, the heat of her breasts as she presses against my midriff.
Her feminine scent drifts to me. Although she doesn’t want to be doing this any more than I do, she’s willed herself to accept this, and her body is responding.
When her arms surround me, it’s the most natural thing in the world for me to lift her so her face is at the same height as mine. Her tiny hands clutch my long hair as her eyes shutter closed.
Is her little shiver from the cold, or is it this? From the kiss?
When I slide my tongue across the seam of her lips, she opens willingly and her tongue plays with mine. We learn each other. Where Eldar always tastes and even smells spicy, her scent is sweeter.
Instead of dangling in my arms, her legs surround my waist as she hugs me tight. Her arousal scent blooms around us, obscuring all the other forest smells.
If she can let all her fear and reluctance go, so can I. I shove Eldar out of my thoughts and settle solidly into this moment with this soft, curvy female in my arms.
How did I not notice how truly beautiful she is? That she can be so soft, so feminine, and yet tough enough to survive what she’s lived through and come out on the other side with a desire to live life to the fullest? Well, it inspires me.
I’m rock hard for her now. My cock is leaking pre-cum onto the forest floor. My body didn’t get the message that the honorable thing to do is wait for Eldar before we mate. If Lylah wanted, I’d be more than ready to fill her, take her, claim her, mate her.
But that won’t happen today. Right now, we have this kiss.
“Zoron.” Her voice is filled with wonder. It’s part question, part statement. We’ve surprised ourselves with the intensity of this moment.
Her hard nipples are pressed against my chest. She can’t control her urge to rub against me, creating friction for herself.
“Want to come, Beauty?” I ask, moving my large palms to grip her ass. “Want to rub against me right here?” I tuck her against me more tightly. “Take your pleasure.”
I connect with her desire, pressing her, helping her writhe against my body. Her brown eyes are dilated, full of need and wonder until they shutter altogether as she spirals into the depths of her own need.
Her scent is billowing to my nostrils. She’s soaked through her furred leggings and is drenching my bare abdomen. When we return, there will be no hiding that our scents have mingled. It won’t surprise anyone. We all knew something like this would happen.
What I didn’t expect is how hard my cock would be, or that my heart would fill with affection for the little human.
She’s gasping now, squirming in pleasure as she arches her back and moans in bliss.
More shocking than the beauty of her climax is my body’s response to it. I come, erupting in forceful ropey jets onto the forest floor.