Chapter 11 #2
My heart felt two sizes too big in my chest and my eyes stung from the sudden rush of emotions.
I got what he was saying and I liked it so very much.
He took away my fears in one fell swoop.
What I’d already had with Caleb wasn’t any less meaningful because of Zsekhet’s mating marks.
Yes, Caleb was my human mate, and now I had a Naga mate.
One wasn’t better than the other, they were just different.
They were different chapters of my life.
I knew in my heart that Caleb would not, for a single second, begrudge me any happiness I could find.
Throwing my arms around his neck, I cuddled close and pressed kisses to his scales where I could reach.
“Yes, thank you!” Zsekhet was a sweetheart and from the moment I’d stopped pushing him away so hard, I’d known that what was between us could really be something.
So much so that it had felt threatening when I couldn’t resolve it with my past love.
He helped me to understand, showing insight into my mind and my feelings that just proved that we might be very well matched. It was respectful, not making this about competing with Caleb, but about being there for me in his own way. Maybe I was ready after all, to let this thing between us happen.
Zsekhet was laughing, a deep rumble that shook his chest. I realized that maybe he was just a hint ticklish at his neck, but he was trying his best to let me plant my kisses anyway.
Then he shifted a hand from the small of my back to my side, sliding it up until one thumb gently brushed the underside of my breast. Instantly, a fire lit in my veins.
I pulled back and with a new confidence that warmed me, I started to shimmy out of my dress.
“Ah…” Zsekhet groaned, his laughter fading away as his eyes grew hooded and heated.
“You are so sexy, my little flame-haired mate,” he said, and his body coiled, his long tail sliding between my legs so that I was straddling him.
“Are you ready for more nest play? I’ve heard some very interesting things about humans, though right now might not be the best time to try it out.
” He wagged his slightly more rigid, nubbed eyebrows at me, gold sparkling brightly along the ridges.
I knew what he was talking about, the talk that Naga seed had aphrodisiac properties on our human bodies.
No, he was right. While I was curious to find out what that was like, I wasn’t about to relinquish control of my mind or body just yet.
The step I was about to take was already like plunging into the deep.
But that’s who I was, when I made my choices, I did them with all my heart.
Like loving Caleb, like now, giving Zsekhet this chance to show me what life could be like on Serant with him at my side.
“No, that can come later,” I said sternly and then I couldn’t help but laugh when he muttered cheekily that that was fine, as long as I came now.
That was the plan, but once my dress was off, and I was sitting on his tail in nothing with my panties, I hesitated.
Was I rushing things? That’s what my dad would always scold me for.
I leaped before I looked; it had left me open to hurt more than once.
It was precisely why I’d felt myself shutting down, closing myself off from any more possible hurt the last few months.
I hadn’t been ready to live life with my heart wide open again, but maybe, with Zsekhet to protect me, I was now.
“What do you desire?” Zsekhet asked, his hands skimmed along my rib cage and his thumbs brushed once again along my breasts.
I liked that touch, and my nipples hardened to points, drawing his eyes and the flick of his tongue as he leaned in to lap at them.
“Shall I pleasure you like this?” he asked, sucking one tip deep into his mouth.
I trembled with pleasure when I felt the pressure of his fang against my soft flesh, not breaking the skin, but hinting at an edge of danger.
“Yes,” I said, and my hands grabbed for his horns, tugging him closer against my chest. He rumbled a laugh and obliged, suckling and nibbling until I felt myself spiraling closer and closer to a release.
We were not rushed or lacking for privacy this time, but I still felt this hint of illicitness.
We didn’t know if a guard could come to summon us to this King; at any moment we might be interrupted.
Zsekhet rolled us until I was pinned beneath his body, my bare back pressed into soft furs.
The press of his scales against my flesh was very different from anything I was used to, they were textured but not sharp edges against my skin.
Everything about touching Zsekhet was a reminder of how different he was, this was not a human man I was lying with, this was a very alien being, and yet every touch inflamed me more.
Our tongues tangled when we kissed, his hands molding along my flesh, stroking and rubbing.
Then he was skimming my panties down my legs and I felt the heat and hardness of his cock as he pressed it against my thigh.
The wet, writhing tips drew tingling lines across my skin and my desire for him sky-rocketed.
Yeah, I was pretty fine with leaping right now.
I had already lost so much, I wasn’t going to let myself miss out on what life had to offer any longer.
“Fill me, Zsekhet,” I demanded, pulling on his horns to make sure he saw how serious I was. I wanted him to understand that I had made up my mind, and I was all in now. I didn’t know what I’d do if he hesitated, if he were to question my mind. I wanted him to trust me.
I should have known that Zsekhet wouldn’t disappoint, this male lived to challenge me, to bring out the strong parts in me, and bring them kicking and screaming to the forefront again.
“You wish for me to seed you, little mate?” he said silkily.
His eyes were narrowed slits, passion darkening his cheekbones in stark stripes.
When he flicked his tail between my legs and pushed the tip into my core, I wasn’t prepared, the shock as much as pleasure pushing me over the edge.
“Yes! Do it,” I groaned as my body convulsed in shocks and spasms around his invading tail.
The damn man hadn’t even touched my clit, and already he’d made me come.
He was wearing an expression that hinted at smug, and I wanted to smack it off his face, only to forget all about it when he fisted his intriguing cock and started running the dual head through my folds.
That sight was… something else. It was one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen.
As his tail started pumping between my legs, he cleverly alternated strokes.
When his tail went in, his cock withdrew from my clit, and then the tail pulled out and his cock bumped along my pleasure center.
It was driving me crazy and he was watching what he was doing with intense focus, seeming to derive as much pleasure from the sight as I was.
On the next stroke, his tail pulled out and suddenly it was his cock pushing in.
I screamed as the dual head dragged along my inner walls, drawing tingling pleasure along my G-spot with expert precision.
This orgasm hit me hard, my body clamping down on his erection, pulling him right on in.
He groaned, his deep voice matching my scream but I hardly cared about how loud I was being.
“Once I seed you,” Zsekhet gritted out, his arms bulging on either side of my head as he kept his body suspended over mine.
“You will be mine. I will tell everyone who cares to listen that you are my mate. I’m so damn proud of you, Cosima.
” I was pretty good with that sentiment, I was thinking that Zsekhet was a pretty good catch too.
Not that I had to worry about competition around here like he did.
I liked that he hadn’t said it was up to me, he was thrusting into me with his interesting cock, stretching me wide.
There was no backing down now and he had never once questioned my demands.
I spread my legs, hooking them around his hips and I met him thrust for thrust, letting the sensations rule me. “Good.”
The way that cock stroked along my walls felt amazing, his scales giving him an almost ribbed texture.
The dual tips seemed to curl and wiggle inside me, stoking the fire.
More importantly, he’d pressed his tail between my folds, flicking it along my clit.
Zsekhet knew exactly how to press all my buttons, setting me off with another mind-blowing orgasm.
And buried deep inside of me, he allowed himself to come with me this time.
Blasting my core with his warm seed, each jet filling me until I felt like I was overflowing and the sticky fluid was dribbling out of me with each thrust.
A very pleasant, sort of sweet and savory scent was wafting up around us; the scent of his seed.
Now I understood why he’d called it ‘seeding’ me.
There was a lot of it, a sticky mess that should have been a little gross but it smelled so mouth-wateringly good that I just couldn’t care.
Not when he was still buried deep inside of me, that special cock head gently strumming my G-spot even though he wasn’t thrusting right now.
“You keep that up, and a girl is going to think you’re not finished…
” I teased. The playful glint in his eyes in response was my only warning.
I was suddenly rolling, held securely in his arms and tail, his cock never dislodging.
I found myself seated on top of him, more of his seed gushing out of me and coating my thighs in this new position.
“Oh, I’m not,” he grinned.