Chapter 16 #2
I flicked out my tongue to taste the air.
Smelly? It smelled a bit like mulch and wet leaves, like the deep taste of the minerals that lined the stone walls further toward the mountain.
Mostly though, it smelled like my mate. Sweet, musky, hinting at arousal and warmth.
My mate tasted like the sunshine I craved, the sunshine that couldn’t reach me otherwise down here.
Making a show of defiance, I picked up the furs she’d dropped and spread them out along the dirt floor. She wasn’t laughing now, her blue eyes had gone wide in the soft yellow light of our torch. Her fingers dug a little deeper into my tail, her pink tongue darting out to lick at her bottom lip.
“Now,” I said simply, and then I pulled her close and covered her mouth with my own.
Kissing her was one of my favorite ways to start our nest play.
I loved tasting her, drugging myself with her scent, her essence.
Naomi moaned as she flung her arms around my neck, one little fist closing around a thick braid in my hair and pulling.
I liked that little bite of pain along my scalp and I liked it even more how free my mate felt when we came together like this, despite all the coils I had looped around her.
Flipping the tip of my tail down along her body, I curled it up between her legs and pressed.
I knew she was sensitive there; even if she had admitted that it was less sensitive than before her accident.
It still made her feel good, as did her breasts and I was only too happy to reach for those and strum her nipples into tight peaks.
Giving into my own desires was easy with her too, my cock eagerly extruding.
I rolled us onto the furs I’d spread out, pressing her against the horizontal surface so I could divest her of all her clothes.
I wanted to press my aching cock against her flesh, find the heat between her thighs, and I wanted to taste her scent at the source.
I found her core with the tip of my tail as soon as I’d pulled her strange pants down.
She squealed when I pushed it into her wetness and curled it toward that one spot that always made her writhe.
I wasn’t going to be satisfied this morning until she’d come apart for me at least half a dozen times.
“Krashe!” she shouted when I flicked the tip in a steady rhythm, watching avidly how her narrow passage swallowed it.
I loved how filling her with my cock or my tail made the soft petals above her slit flower, exposing the little pink bud at the top.
Unable to resist that lure, I dipped down and curled my tongue around it, tugging along with the motions of my tail.
“Aaah,” she moaned, her head thrashing on the furs.
Her hands shot down, coasting along the coil still wrapped around her waist. She pushed them into my hair, pressing against my head, dislodging the leather band that kept my locks contained.
“Too much,” she moaned, her hips giving the barest of wiggles.
I let up, not wanting to hurt her when she got too sensitive.
I slowed the thrusting of my tail and made it a leisurely pace while I carefully watched her face.
When she opened her eyes again, her cheeks were flushed a lovely pink.
I made sure she was watching when I rose over her and fisted my cock.
I loved it when that made her grin, a callback to our first foray into sex.
I loved covering her with my seed, it was forever going to be one of my favorite things to see, her flesh painted with my spend.
“Do you want this, Nomy? Say it,” I demanded, my chest swelling with heat, my cock growing harder when the rough words made her eyes light up.
***
Naomi
“Yes!” I said. Of course I wanted that sexy cock of his.
I might have been a virgin when we met, but I hadn’t felt like one since the moment he’d stroked that thing over my belly back in his home.
That night, he’d claimed me, marked me. And it was so hot when he reminded me of that fact.
I guess I really was a hopeless romantic if I thought that was sweet.
There was nothing sweet about how badly I wanted him to fill me.
I loved how he made me feel alive, how he made me feel normal; just plain how he made me feel.
I hadn’t believed it was possible to have this much sensation but he’d proven that it was as much body as it was mind.
I loved what he did, I loved how we looked together, and I loved all the dirty things he liked to say, and that in turn helped me feel so much.
Krashe was gleaming gold and red in the flickering light of the torch, his body partially curled around me, his tail wedged deep into my core.
He hadn’t taken off anything but that didn’t hinder his ability to fuck me.
The leather pauldrons made his shoulders seem impossibly wide, while the leather straps that crossed his chest just made his abs and pecs pop.
It felt barbaric that he was doing these things to me while that giant obsidian sword still hung from his back.
“Yes?” he drawled, “Is this what you want?” He stroked his cock, the split head writhing against his fist, a deep lurid red.
Seed was beading on both tips, white and pearly, I could already smell the mouthwatering scent of caramelized popcorn and salt.
When a drop splashed down onto my bare belly, my skin tingled beneath it, a line of desire shooting from it directly to my core.
I clamped down on his invading tail, aching for another orgasm already.
Giving him a glare, I reached for my clit and flicked it with a finger, “Yeah, and you better hurry or I’ll do this on my own.
” I knew the tease would just turn him on, and I wasn’t at all surprised when he just leaned in closer and watched as I pleasured myself.
His wine-red eyes focused entirely on my flicking finger, as if it was hypnotizing to watch.
When I was close to coming, he groaned, his own hand moving along his shaft when he finally caved.
His tail slid from my passage with a wet sound, dragging high along my thigh to push my fingers away and press against my clit.
His hands spread my legs gently and then he was kissing my opening with the wriggling tips of his cock.
With a shove, he was in, spreading me wide, and that orgasm finally crashed through me.
Fireworks behind my eyes, pleasure skating up my spine and along my breasts.
Krashe’s muffled groan as my sheath gripped him tight.
He didn’t move, couldn’t because of how hard I gripped him.
“Not done with you,” he warned, his hand releasing my hip to tweak the tip of my nipple, a claw dragging along the bottom curve of my breast.
I knew that, but it wasn’t until I softened around him that he could start thrusting.
I felt the stroke of his dual tips along my walls, felt the flick of his tail along my clit, and I felt how he coiled his tail beneath my hips to angle me just right.
Krashe was everywhere, using his body to make me feel encompassed, his hands to pleasure my breasts, and his tail to flick along my clit.
All the while pistoning in and out of me like a man possessed.
I spiraled apart once, and then a second time when he came with a growl that was as loud and wide as it was feral.