Chapter 11 #2
His eyes were rolling in his head. The veins in his neck bulged and pulsed.
And his cock… it was larger than it had been back at the vela pond.
Thicker. The skin stretched obscenely. He had to be in immense pain.
His pants were bunched around his knees and he was curled onto his side, hands fisted in the dirt.
He licked his lips, and I could see he was caving. The pain was taking over his resistance, but he clung on, because my human was stubborn. “No,” he clenched his jaw. “I won’t let you.”
I tried a different tactic. I edged closer and let my skirt ride up, so just the edge of my cunt was visible. His gaze darted there. Held. His eyes fired, and his cock jerked.
I pitched my voice low. “Do you not want my mouth on you? My cunt?”
“Motherfucking…” he muttered. “Don’t do this.”
“Don’t do what?”
“Seduce me. Of course I want you. More than anything in my life. But not without your consent. Not because you feel forced because I did something fucking stupid—”
I shoved him onto his back and closed my lips around the swollen head of his aching cock.
A holler tore from his throat, the sound so loud that a cluster of briggers in the trees overhead took flight.
I dragged my tongue over his stretched hole before lowering to take him in deeper.
He kicked his legs and pounded the dirt.
Muttered, filthy curses along words that my implant didn’t translate sputtered from his lips.
I took him to the back of my throat and swallowed around him.
I’d never done this with Varnex, but I’d learned how from some of the older Kaluma women.
We’d used to practice on washing days, giggling as we sucked on phallus fruit as we dreamed of our future mates.
Before Varnex claimed us all as his own.
His swollen head brushed my uvula folds, and they began to peel back.
I dragged the nub of my uvula along his shaft, leaving behind my sweet slick.
My head spun as Ethan cried out. His fingers tangled in my hair, but he didn’t tug or pull.
He just held me like he wanted the contact.
Pleasure bloomed behind my eyes as I sucked on his cock and rubbed my uvula on his hardness.
My folds closed over the head of his cock with a soft suction. His tip mashed against my uvula, and I moaned as my slick gushed down his shaft. My uvula folds fluttered and I came with a cry.
Ethan followed with a shout that sounded wrenched from his spine. His body bucked, and he released a stream of seed in my mouth. The taste swirled with the sweetness of my slick, and I drank him down greedily until his hand fell from my hair, and he made a whining sound in the back of his throat.
I pulled off from his cock, my head still swimming with the aftereffects of my own release. Ethan’s chest heaved, and his hands fisted the grass at his side.
“Are you okay?” he asked me. Because Ethan always thought of me first.
I licked my lips, relishing the taste of us together. I placed a hand over his heart. “I’m good.”
“Did you…” his brows furrowed. “You came, didn’t you?”
I smiled. “Yes.”
His eyes widened. “Just from…?”
“It is a common way for Kaluma females to get pleasure. Or at least, it should be.”
He reached for me but stopped abruptly and let out a cry as he curled onto his side. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. It’s starting again.”
His body bucked with pain. His cock hadn’t softened at all. He would need release several more times before the numba faded from his blood.
My mouth was sufficient, but my cunt would milk him better. I lifted my skirt to straddle his hips. He protested again with a wheezing grunt, and weakly pushed at my waist, but he was in no condition to be picky about this.
Still, his chest hitched on what sounded like a sob. “Please, I can’t make you do this.”
“You’re not making me do anything.”
“You don’t have a choice.”
“I do,” I gripped his face. “I had the choice all those cycles ago when I decided to stay by your side.”
He shook his head. “That isn’t the same thing.”
I tugged off my chest wrap to reveal my breasts, and Ethan’s eyes bugged out of his head. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, long and low. His cock jerked between his legs.
I picked up his limp arm and placed his palm on my breast. His thumb caressed my nipple, and pleasure zinged down my spine. I arched my back and rubbed my bare, slick cunt along his hard shaft.
His breathing stuttered as I pitched forward with my hands on either side of his head. He leaned up and closed his mouth around my nipple. His tongue swirled there as his warm eyes held mine. He sucked, and I ground down on his rod as my slick coated his groin.
“Of course, you have perfect golden tits,” he said. He squeezed my breast, and I decided I liked the word tits. So dirty and so Ethan.
I drew my cunt up his shaft until his tip kissed my entrance. For a brief moment, I felt panic. I hadn’t let anything enter my body since him and—
“Hey,” Ethan’s pain-filled voice drew me from my spiral. “I’ll come just from you rubbing on me. You don’t have to take me inside, Goldie.”
“I want to,” I said, and I realized I was telling the truth. I so badly wanted him. The healing excuse was just a way to wrap my mind around doing it. The urgency pushed me when I might have hesitated too long and ended up quitting. “I ache for you, Ethan. Don’t you ache for me?”
His whole body shook, and his eyes leaked. “Bone-deep, Goldie. I ache bone-fucking-deep for you.”
I pushed back, and my cunt swallowed the head of his cock.
My folds fluttered around him, like they knew what to do, and he arched his back on a hoarse shout.
My inner walls rippled as I took him to the hilt, and his hips bucked.
His fingers dug into my hips as he held me firm against him.
Through clenched teeth, he said, “Tell me you’re all right, before I lose what little control I have left. ”
I lifted my hips before slamming back down. His eyes fired.
“I’ll show you I’m all right,” I said. “Tell me, how does my cunt feel?”