Chapter 44
Szhe’ka
Soon after, Thivoll leaves, chuffing as he tells us to find somewhere else to pet each other.
“Get a room,” Kira calls out as she jumps off another rock. “I don’t need to see all that gooey shi—”
Her cursing is cut off as the wind picks up and she loses her balance, crashing to the ground. She starts off a steady stream of curses in every one of our languages to make up for it after a long groan.
We both laugh, and then scramble to follow their advice, our limbs mostly keeping to socially acceptable places as we make our way into our tree.
Ani starts making very different sounds as soon as I let my hands roam where they really want to.
After observing her the last time, I know how best to treat her body in moments like this.
As my kisses trail lower, her lips carry sweet songs of my name to my ears.
Her voice is low, quiet, but it only serves to arouse me even more.
My tongue wraps around one of the mounds on her chest, one of my hands holding on to the other. I have always marveled at how tender they are and how tiny gasps escape her mouth when I touch and taste them. Two hands spread her legs apart, the final hand slipping a knuckle inside her.
My finger faces only a slight resistance before she takes it in nicely.
She hums out my name again, amidst gasps and sighs.
Her body moves in the direction of my fingers, following the rhythm I have set for us.
Seeing her like this pushes an urge to push my coil into her until her eyes can no longer stay open but I have to be patient.
She is not there yet. No matter how much she begs, I cannot enter her now. I have to cherish every movement and make her crave my body, enough for her to never leave me.
“Szhe’ka,” she sings, roughly pulling at my feathers. She is getting more desperate now. The knuckles playing in her are thoroughly soaked, rocked by the vibrations of her body.
Without any other warning, I pull her closer, putting her entrance to my face. When my tongue tip slips in and tastes her, her body rocks more vigorously, her pants growing faster. She mumbles something in her own tongue, but I can only interpret it as a continuous chanting to some kind of deity.
As my tongue digs in even deeper, her grip on my feathers becomes rougher, threatening to pull them out.
I cannot afford for that to happen, so I disengage her grip with my free hands and gather her upper limbs to each side of her.
Two hands pin her down below me while the other two keep her legs spread.
I continue feasting on her like that, her muffled voice barely carrying. Her body suddenly jolts forward and warmth trickles into my mouth, carrying her unique scent. I lick her clean, reaching inward to get everything despite her shaky legs.
She can barely speak and her eyes seem unable to find mine.
Her body is still jolting from her release, so I watch her, waiting for her to regain her senses. Instead of waiting, she pulls on my upper shoulders, telling me with her hands that she wants me to move up until my larger body is looming over her.
She reaches through my lower feathers, grabbing my coil swiftly. Before I can complain, she wriggles down farther in the nest below me and the tip is already in her mouth, leaking its contents. She takes a significant portion of it in her mouth, treating it with her tongue.
Heat pools to my coil and my head spins, the sensation of flight reaching me once more. The more she sucks on it, the less control I have over my body. While her dark and light eyes stare up at me, the urge to release creeps up like a hungry predator.
This feels like revenge, and I am not opposed to it.
Ani has never been the type to deny a challenge.
Her mouth does a wonderful job of pushing me to a release, launching my content all over her mouth and some onto her chest. Unlike with hers, she is unable to take it all in.
However, her lips are still stretched upward, the same way they are when she is amused.
“Mine,” she sings, her eyes twinkling. My restraint all but snaps at this point, and with quick movements I realign our bodies, pin her to the nest, and lower myself so my coil can enter her wet heat.
My entry is gentle but rushed, my coil eager for a chance in her body. She groans as it goes in, her body pulling in the swirl of it. Eager and warm.
I push it in until I no longer can and wait for her body to adjust. The feeling of her walls clasping around me is blissful.
I am eager to experience more. It feels like her body is molding itself to fit around me, taking me in with all she has.
She is so incredibly moist that it feels like I would slide out at any moment, so I angle myself to keep us locked together for a long moment as I savor her heat.
Once I start moving, her gasps and cries become louder.
It’s incredible inside her and I never want this moment to end.
With her walls constricting around me, I feel closer to my release with every passing moment.
I do not keep my hands idle. They cling to her chest and her back, holding her in place.
The very act seems to drive her wild, bringing out sounds and words I did not hear her make the last time. I move my coil, caressing inside her until I bring her to release before I let my own race through me.
We collapse together, our breaths hot and heavy.
She continues to heave, and I watch her from the corner of my eyes, waiting for her breath to become even so she can rest.
Instead, she moves back into action, taking over my mouth with her fierce little tongue. I respond in kind, taking control back from her. Our kiss is a small battle, a fight for dominance. Neither of us pull out right away, eager to be the one to win the battle.
In her eyes is a burning need for me and there is no point refusing her. But…I can delay her need. We are still locked in this battle, and I feel the need to win.
My tongue trails the path from her neck down to her entrance, wrapping my tongue around the little nub.
It immediately draws a gasp from her. After getting the reaction I need, I keep sucking on it, pushing two free knuckles inside her.
It lights a strange fire in her immediately, drawing gasps and songs of pleasure from her.
Soon, her body trembles with her release, once again drenching my mouth and hands. I know she is capable of much more so I drive my tongue inside her, thoroughly taking in her taste.
She is calling out to the deity once more, but my name rings out several more times. She cannot reach for any of my feathers with my hands holding her down so she is losing this battle. However, one look in her eye makes my resolve crumble.
Gathered at the edge of her eyes are little droplets of water, softening her entire face. It is almost unbearable to see, stopping me right away. I reach for her face, wiping the droplets away from her eyes.
“I need you, Szhe’ka,” she pleads, her song carrying her desire.
I give in to her immediately, driving my coil into her. She receives me with a deep gasp. Inside she is molded perfectly to my shape, taking me in the full swirl of my coil.
She releases before I do, her body jerking vigorously against mine. I continue pushing into her in this state until I release inside her. I hold her close to me, not eager to release the union of our bodies just yet.
“I will be your rising thermals at dawn, Ani,” I tell her, my melody rich in its promise. “Always lifting.”
Her yellow lips widen in that odd human expression. “I love you, Szhe’ka,” she sings, her song layered with the most exquisite harmonics.
Harmonics I never thought would be directed at me.