Chapter 12 #3
The word just slipped out. I hadn’t meant to say it, but as soon as it was out, I knew it as true.
There’d never be another male for me. I wouldn’t mate again, not after Ethan.
I’d survive on my memories, because they’d overwritten my past. I’d live like a widow who knew that she’d met her only one. We only got one kotche in our lifetime.
His expression flickered with confusion at the term, but I kissed him before he could ask questions. And there against his lips, I murmured. “Touch me, Ee-than. More than cudd-ling. Take me. Show me how you’ll miss me.”
His eyes fired, and he shuddered below me. His hands left the dirt to tug my chest wrap up and over my head. My necklace brushed his chest, and my breasts hung full between us. His breathing stuttered as he cupped them.
“I’ll think of these. Perfect golden tits. Let me taste, Goldie.”
I arched up, so he could close his lips around a hard nipple. He moaned as his tongue flicked over the sensitive peak. My uvula folds unfurled, and I flicked my own tongue over the sweet slickness there. My cunt pulsed, eager to feel full again.
He pulled off my nipple with a pop and plucked at the wet bud. “Your other one is lonely,” he said, before he pulled my other nipple into his mouth. I ground down onto him, loving the way his hard shaft rubbed along my core.
My uvum pulsed, needing friction. I didn’t think, just acted on what I wanted.
I pulled back, so my nipple fell from his mouth, and slid down his body.
I grasped his wrist, palm up, and sucked two fingers into my mouth.
“Oh fuccckk,” he rasped as he sat up with one hand braced behind him. “Oh fuck, Goldie.”
His fingers curled toward the roof of my mouth, and as soon as they touched my uvum, it throbbed with the release of my slick. I was on all fours, sucking on his fingers, as I rubbed my core on his thigh. His face was flushed from arousal and the heat of the fire, and his lips were wet and red.
“This,” he breathed shakily. “This is the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
And I came. Just like that. My uvum throbbed with the pressure of his fingers, and it filled my mouth with slick.
He spoke through it, saying words that didn’t register, but they didn’t need to, because it was his tone that extended the orgasm.
I bucked and shuddered against his body as I nearly swallowed his fingers.
And then suddenly his fingers weren’t there anymore, but his tongue was. He lapped into my mouth, drinking down my slick, and licked at my sensitive uvum until I couldn’t take anymore. I whimpered, and he pulled out of the kiss with wild eyes. His hand rubbed along my jaw. “Did that feel good?”
I nodded, too blissed out to talk.
“Can I try something?”
I nodded again. I’d let him do just about anything now.
“Can I lick your pussy?”
In the back of mind, I remembered him promising he’d do that, and I’d been intrigued. Now, I found myself flat on my back, Ethan over top of me as he pulled my skirt down my legs and off. He’d somehow ditched his pants, and his cock, healed now from my paste, stood proud among his dark hair.
He released a long low breath as he spread my legs on either side of him as he knelt in the dirt. “Golden pussy,” he whispered. His hands slid up my thighs until his thumbs pressed on my folds. He leaned over me, and while holding my gaze, let some of my slick drip from his mouth onto my cunt.
I jerked at feel of the warm slick hitting my cunt. It was so dirty, and yet so incredibly arousing.
He slid down my body until his mouth was level with my cunt. No male had ever done this before, not ever. He hadn’t even looked at my cunt much. But Ethan studied me like he’d be tested on it.
And then his tongue lapped at me, and I cried out.
My back arched, and he hummed against my slick core, which made my belly flutter and my legs shake.
I didn’t have pleasure bud there, or so I thought, but as he lapped at my folds and dipped his tongue at my entrance, I knew something was there, something that made my entire body feel warm and cold and back to warm again.
He gripped my thighs and stared up my torso. With the fire behind him, his body was backlit, and his eyes nearly black. He looked like a conqueror, and I felt thoroughly conquered.
He hummed again. Nipped with his blunt teeth.
I swore he said my name there, against my core, and something like an orgasm rolled through me.
It was different from the uvum being stimulated, but it was enough to make a hoarse cry rip from my throat.
I clenched my thighs around his head as he held on and licked me through the full-body trembling.
And then he was over me, the lower half of his face slick with me. His tongue swiped his bottom lip nearly down to his chin. “You taste like honey laced with cocaine, Goldie. Better than any drug.”
I liked hearing that. I wanted to be his only form of sustenance. Could he live on my slick? I reached down and closed my fingers around his shaft, loving the way his soft skin felt on my palm. “And how does my cunt feel? Tell me as you fill me.”
“Fuck me,” he growled as the tip of his cock kissed my entrance. “You want me to fill you? You want me in this golden pussy?”
“Yes,” I slid my hand up his abs to curl around his right shoulder, where I longed to see his human matz shimmer. “Fill me, kotche.”
With bared teeth, he slid inside. His muscles strained, and I got the sense he was holding back for fear of hurting me.
I curled my claws into skin, and he grimaced at the slight bite of pain. “Don’t go easy. Give me all of you. One last time.”
His nostrils flared, and then with a snarl, he slammed inside me to the hilt. His skin smacked against my scales, and he threw his head back as his eyelashes fluttered. “I thought I imagined how good you felt. But this… without the numba… this is better.”
I writhed beneath him, loving the stretch as my body welcomed him.
His eyes held mine as he pulled out and thrust back inside.
Again. And again. He spoke the whole time in a broken rasp that made my scales flicker.
“Do I feel good? Am I filling you right? I need you to feel it, Goldie, feel how hard you make me and how badly I want you.”
He hauled me up off my back to straddle his lap as he bucked up into me. I felt his shuddering breaths against my cheek. “That’s us together. We’re perfection, you and me. Your slick, your scent. You’re intoxicating, Goldie. Come on, grind down on me.”
I gripped his shoulders and bounced on his cock. He arched his neck, but never dropped eye contact, like he knew I needed it.
And that was what struck me the most about this mating. This wasn’t Ethan using me. And this wasn’t me helping Ethan through the numba effects. This was us, together. We were equals, him and me, as he held me to his chest like I was the most precious thing in multiple galaxies.
My uvum pulsed as my core clenched around him.
His eyes flared as he speared his tongue into my mouth.
His tip pressed my uvum, wiggled it, and then stars exploded in my head.
I came with a gush, and Ethan let out a strangled moan into my mouth as his cock kicked inside of me, pulsing as he filled me with his warm seed.
He shuddered as he shoved his face into my neck and clutched me to his chest. I ran my nose along the shell of his ear until he stopped trembling.
Still inside me, he brushed our cheeks together. “In every life, I’ll think of you, Goldie. My soul will remember.”
I wasn’t sure what those words meant, but I knew they were important. I breathed in Ethan’s scent and wished that we weren’t separated by an entire universe.
Ethan laughed, long and throaty, as Wensla and Gurla recounted how Bosa had fallen for Karina. I lay with my head on his lap as the sun warmed my skin. I touched the swell of my belly and felt a nudge against my palm.
I gasped, and Ethan immediately glanced down. “You okay?”
I placed his hand over my belly and waited. The little one moved again, punching out with a hand or foot to let his father know he was alive and well.
Ethan’s lips parted, and his whole face went slack. “Goldie,” he whispered. His eyes glistened.
I smiled up at him, and we remained silent until our little one went still again. Then I drew Ethan’s hand to my mouth and pressed a kiss to his knuckles.
A tear slipped from his lashes, and he let it drop into my hair. “Amazing,” he whispered.
Suddenly the sky darkened. Wensla and Gurl disappeared. Ethan stared up at the sky as an object spun above us, sending wing whipping at our clothes. I clung to Ethan as we huddled in the dirt. His gaze dropped to mine, and his skin turned pale and sallow. Sickly. “I won’t make it,” he said.
“What make what?” I yelled over the rushing wind.
“If you leave,” his eyes darkened to black orbs. “I’m dead.” And then the wind ripped him from my arms.