Chapter 12 #2
“You’ll get it, brave little heart,” he said but he wasn’t moving.
He was just hovering there, over me, staring at my bare pussy, and studying my leaking core but not doing anything about it.
It was suddenly imperative that he made love to me, I wanted it so badly that it ached the longer he stared and didn’t do anything.
“Your scent changed, did you go into heat?” he asked and I rolled my eyes and bared my teeth at him.
Who the fuck cared about any of that right now?
I just needed him to stuff me with that cock.
My thoughts were a little outrageous right now but who cared?
I liked feeling this in the mood, this excited about it.
I’d already decided we’d be doing it right now, I was onboard, who cared if tasting his seed might have driven me a little wild?
That was something we could talk about later.
“Apparently,” I said, “Now are you going to do anything about it or not?” My words made him laugh, a wide smile baring his fangs to me.
Then he finally moved closer, his fingers dragging through my folds and baring my clit for him.
His cock lined up with my passage, the tips dragging wetly, then pushing and pulling themselves in.
They weren’t as big as his three fingers had been, easily filling me with the first two inches.
I groaned at the sensations. Since the accident I had been under the impression that it had just been less; less intense.
Now I wasn’t quite sure, but maybe that was because my head was completely in it, not overthinking.
It was so sexy too, to watch that red length part my pink folds and push in.
He was a lot, feeding it to me in small thrusts, pushing then retreating.
My Warlord was being gentle with me, but I didn’t think I needed him to be.
With the taste of his seed still on my tongue I felt like I could take all of him.
My body was more than ready now, slick, relaxed.
He seemed to know it too, giving me the final few inches in one hard, firm thrust. Then all I could do was cling, my fingers digging into his nearest arm, the other hand into the furs beneath me.
My body jolted with each thrust, with pleasure winding me tighter and tighter as he flicked the tip of his tail over my clit.
My orgasm was wild, hard, and sizzled through my body like wildfire, a second came right on top of the first, my core clenching down hard around Krashe’s intrusion.
I felt so full, so owned, and I felt like I wanted this to go on forever.
Those two orgasms only made me hungry for more.
So I reached down with my hand and caught his tail, stroking along it with a firm grip. “Is that all you got?”
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Krashe
Being inside my mate was world-changing.
Everything about her was, but this especially.
I had never felt anything grip me that tightly, that warmly.
She was perfect, and each sound she made, each orgasm she had, was driving me crazy.
I came so hard I saw stars, my seed filling her in hard bursts, my cock twitching inside her.
She smelled so good too, she smelled like she was in heat.
Even after I came, she wasn’t done yet, and neither was I.
So I happily filled her again and again.
Feeling our connection tie us together tighter and tighter.
Along my body, the mating sigils glowed brightly, spreading from my chest and shoulders down along my front, along the tail to the very tip that she had clutched tightly in her fist.
This was a mating, a binding, this was tying our spirits together.
I threw back my head and roared in victory, a last round of seed flowing from me to her.
“Now you are my mate, truly. Nah-ohmi,” I declared when the last of the pleasure faded down my spine and I could make my eyes focus again on her flushed face.
At last, it seemed like she was satisfied.
Her face was flushed pink, her eyelids drooping.
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
I was careful when I withdrew from her warm depths, checking her folds for any sign of injury.
When she told me she had never accepted a male into her body, I had vowed to myself to be careful.
Those intentions had all faded from my mind as soon as she’d made her sassy demands, as soon as the scent of her arousal had intensified.
She seemed flushed and pink but whole and the sight of my seed dribbling from her opening was threatening my grasp on control.
I wanted to mount her again just from seeing that.
She was half asleep, sprawled limply on the furs, and now that she was no longer in the grip of passion, her skin was cooling too.
I hurried to cover her with the furs, tucking her warmly beneath them so that I could fetch water and a wet rag to clean us both.
When I exited the tent, I discovered a whole mess of feathers just outside the entrance but no sight of Kiwi.
The little Sleara darted down from the sky, another Mirk in his tiny maw.
Good, that meant he didn’t need a share of our rations today, and Naomi would be happy to know that he was fine.
I returned to my mate with a smile on my face, my body feeling weightless and languid, better than I had felt in months.
Once I’d cleaned us both up, I curled under the blankets with her so I could warm her while she slept.
In my mind, I went through the plans for the rest of the day.
I needed to give her my throwing knives and teach her how to use them.
I would feel much better if she knew how to defend herself.
My mind went over other possibilities too, but those would have to wait for later.
She could probably wield a crossbow for greater range.
I’d have to build her one. And she’d mentioned a rolling chair back home.
If we couldn’t find what I remembered from my childhood, I’d build her one of those too.
I knew I could do that, already diagrams and pictures were floating through my brain.