Chapter 37 #2
I only have the upper hand for a few moments before he gets his footing and puts all his body into action. I screech out a laugh as he uses four large hands to splash a torrent of water all over my body.
“Cheater!” I say accusingly to him and he rolls his large eyes—a gesture I’m sure he got from me,
“Not cheating to have more arms,” he barks in Thivoll’s language as he splashes some more.
“You win,” I say with a laugh, eager to get back to what we were planning.
His contented hum is all I get in reply.
And his hot gaze.
He is staring at me as I run my hands through my wet hair, gathering it in my hands and squeezing the water out of the tip. I don’t take my eyes off him, despite how it makes warmth spread straight down from my face to my chest and then my pussy.
I start to rake my fingers through my hair but Szhe’ka has other ideas. Picking me up like I weigh nothing, which I probably do to him, he pushes his mouth against mine, more passion in his kiss as the very tip of his tongue fills my mouth.
He walks us back to the hut, hands roaming faster the moment we move through the tall door.
My jumpsuit recedes the moment we are out of sight and three hands supporting me in the air become one when his talons rake down my back and across my ass. I groan into the kiss, both of my hands burying themselves in the feathers at the back of his neck and slightly tugging.
A grunt leaves his mouth and he pulls away, large teeth grazing at my neck but not pressing down hard enough.
“I need you, Ani,” is all he can let out and I look up at him, my eyes begging him to take me.
“First I’m going to have to see what you have down there… or wherever you have it.”
He seems to understand exactly what I need and is eager to give it to me. He takes me over to the bed of leaves and lays down so that I am straddled on top of him.
We stay motionless in this position for a few seconds before I realize that he has no idea how this will work any more than I do. I mentally crack my knuckles and decide that we will deal with this. Somehow.
Getting off him, I trail my hands between his legs and find a small gathering of feathers that reminds me of pubic hair, which I take as a sign that I am in the right place. I part the feathers and lock eyes with a penis tip that shocks and intrigues me at the same time.
“You want coil now?” he pants out.
Coil? My mind blanks as the tip keeps coming out… in a spiral. My jaw drops and then I imagine how that movement will feel inside. Fuck…
Yes, we definitely need to fuck, I think with a grin.
I let out a cough when I remember my plan to be celibate. No more human men ever is close enough. There is no way I’m walking away from that.
I reach my hand out and touch it, a tingle dancing at the pit of my stomach when he lets out a harsh breath, the slick slide of it making my legs clench as it continues to spiral out, wrapping itself around my forearm as I stare, transfixed.
The coloring is what gets to me the most and I don’t know whether it is inappropriate to admire him like this. It is all dark blue, but the tip is the darkest, with light-green veins lined across it.
I can’t help the urge to taste it, wrapping my lips over the head and suckling softly.
Szhe’ka hums and it lets me know that I am doing the right thing.
Szhe’ka hums again, my name mixed into it in a harmony that sends fiery heat between my legs. Fuck this; I need him inside me.
Pulling my mouth away, I crawl atop him, finding a way to mesh our bodies together, before lining up the tip of his coil with my opening and pushing it in before I can think too much about our relative sizes.
It does somehow fit, gliding into me as I press down, the motion sweeping the sides of my channel in a way that lights up every possible neuron. Szhe’ka grabs my hips with his lower hands, humming his desire as his upper hands roam my breasts.
“Oh, my God,” I gasp, only realizing I spoke it in English after the words leave my mouth.
Szhe’ka doesn’t seem to notice; his eyes are tightly shut and a pained look washes across his face.
I know that look all too well… the look of pleasure. It makes me want to do more—show him the wonders that my body can make him feel.
I angle myself so that the bottom of my feet are directly under my ass and lean forward as I try to fit more of him inside me.
It stings a little because of his sheer size but the pain adds a little bit of spice to the pleasure before it stops.
I don’t realize how focused I am on trying to fit him completely inside me until I hear him call out my name in a soft grunt.
I look up at him and he is staring back tenderly, one of four hands reaching out to cup my face.
A smile spills out of me and I decide to let myself loose a little. You can’t always figure things out the first time; what matters is that you enjoy it, and boy do I plan on enjoying this.
Leaning forward again, I start to roll my hips in slow motions, first in circles and then in figure eights.
The tip of him is so deep that the coils start to create outward pressure.
He is filling me up so deliciously, his coil rubbing against my sensitive, throbbing walls and I can’t control the motion of my hips.
My clit is grinding delightfully against the feathers of his stomach and I can’t help but cry out.
Szhe’ka notices that I am having trouble with movements and two of his hands cup my ass, squeezing gently as if telling me to go on. My eyes crack open and meet his half lidded gaze as I begin my movement again, this time moving my hips up and down.
“Feels so good,” he intones and I bite my lip, limiting myself to a nod of agreement.
I know that I should find a rhythm but he feels so good inside me that my hips start to buck erratically, my ass bouncing wildly against my feet.
The words cut off in my throat when the familiar hotness of an orgasm starts to build in my gut. Szhe’ka’s dulcet moan fuels me to keep going, despite the budding pain in my thighs and I do, pleasure fizzing away at my fingertips. I’m close to bursting.
His lower arms move from my hips and gently move my legs to the sides, holding my weight and spreading my legs so he can take over. He’s gentle at first, eyes locked to my face as he moves me so his coil pulls out of me, and then back in, the pressure increasing outward as our hips lock.
There’s no pain now, just the delicious feeling of fullness and the glide of his coil spiraling in and out of me.
His hips find a rhythm and he starts to thrust harder into me, his hands squeezing hips and his chest rising and falling with each labored breath, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth pressed together.
He looks so good that I want to reach over and kiss him but our dimensions don’t work in favor of that.
I don’t let it deter me, bouncing up and down as climax creeps up on me.
I move to tip forward so I can better feel that coiling motion, but he holds me tighter, locking me to him, mouth open wide to reveal his many teeth.
I am about to lose what little patience he’s been urging me to have and snap at him when his coil starts moving again, still pushing in and out of me as he grinds me against him, locking us together.
It takes me by surprise again, and I cry out his name, my eyes rolling to the back of my head and sparklers going off in my vision. He grips me tight as he coils against my walls, forcing another long cry through me.
His cum shoots inside of me, hot and coating my insides and for a second, it feels like we are one body as our juices mix, a wet sound now filling the air.
I fall forward on him with a heaving sigh and Szhe’ka lets out a breathy laugh, pulling himself out of me gently and pulling me higher and turning us on our sides so our panting breaths can combine.
“That was—” I start to sing but he interjects with a kiss, his mouth cool against mine.
I relax into the kiss, my head still feeling like it is full of cotton balls but in a good way.
“Perfect,” Szhe’ka warbles when we pull away from the kiss and the harmonics fill my body with warmth, stretching my lips into an embarrassingly wide smile that morphs into a jaw-cracking yawn.