Chapter 16 #2
He rumbled a laugh and his body coiled, his hands snapping out to pin my wayward fingers above my head.
With his tail spreading my legs, holding them open but bound, I could only writhe beneath the delicious weight of him.
“Please, Zeidon. We need this. You know we do. We were heading for this the moment we met, I know it.”
Because we were mates, that’s what that glowing of his meant, that information might have come from a deranged robot as much as from Zeidon’s insistence to court me, but I knew it to be true.
And I knew what it meant, even when humans didn’t do that kind of thing, because I knew enough of the aliens in the Alpha Quadrant, on Earth, to know that they did.
“Yesss,” he hissed again, his mouth covering mine to kiss me some more.
I had unleashed something when I’d shown him how to do that, he couldn’t seem to get enough of devouring my lips.
But when one hand drifted down to slide over my breast again, I knew he was on board.
We could talk later and explain what we’d been through, we needed this first.
Zeidon didn’t like to surrender control to me; he was bossy and possessive, with nips and growls as he undressed me.
I loved it. I loved how wild he was, but how tender at the same time.
It was that contrast between his sounds and actions, his touch and his expressions that made me feel pampered, precious.
He wasn’t being quite so cautious with me either, believing me when I said I was healed.
We worked together to shed my shirt and pants.
He nearly clawed through the straps of my bra, but I managed to stop him with an enticing shimmy that had his eyes glued to my chest. I saw his tongue dart out, tasting the air, and his markings glowed brighter.
“Show me yours,” I said as I cupped one breast and tweaked my own nipple for him.
He was keeping his pelvis pinned to the bed between my now bare legs, not showing me his cock.
I wanted to know that I’d turned him on so much that it had slipped from its pouch, I wanted to look at how big and alien it was.
“Bold female, precious female,” he said with a laugh, and he coiled his body up from the round nest to do exactly what I wanted.
His abs tensed with the move, his hand came down on my thigh, claws pressing gently against my skin.
There it was, his cock rising fierce and proud from his hips.
A luscious green, with writhing tips that already glistened with precum.
“I was told, I should tell you to mate me, but you do everything your own way, don’t you? ”
His free hand curled around his erection and he gave his length a firm tug.
The split tip curled back against his palm as he reached the end, showing me just how agile it was.
I had this vague thought that I was acting a little more impulsively than I normally might, but I shrugged that off.
We’d both just gone through something intense, another near death for me, I’d nearly lost him. It was okay to act like that, right?
He held my leg, but I was free to sit up and grab for him.
My fingers touched his flesh, hot, hard, and very firm beneath a fine layer of scales.
I liked how he bucked against my grip, his tail writhing behind him as if he was struggling to stay still.
“I will dig you as many holes as you want,” he said darkly, though he made no sense.
“I am claiming you. My mate, my precious female.”
He said it, but it felt like it was me claiming him when I leaned forward enough and caught his cock against my tongue.
His salty taste exploded across my senses, a wave of heat and pleasure traveling from my sensitive tongue, through my body.
My nipples ached, my core clenched and spasmed on emptiness.
Zeidon roared, surprise and pleasure painting starkly across his handsome features.
Our eyes locked, and then seed flew from his tips, brushing against my cheeks and landing in my opened mouth.
If I’d felt hot before, aching for him, I was on fire for him now.
I gripped him tighter, my fingers barely managing to curl around his thickness, suckling on the tips to get more of his taste, his seed.
He moaned, his hips bucked against me, shoving more of his length between my lips.
It was impossible, but I was willing to try to take as much of him as I could.
Zeidon had other plans, taking back control of the situation with curses and groans.
He pinned me beneath him, wrapped me up in his coils, and let his mouth and hands do that claiming he’d mentioned.
He stroked, cupped, held, and with each touch he stoked my fires higher and higher.
I felt his slick, huge cock slide along my legs but he would not let me spread them so he could put that thing where I wanted it.
Teasing me with his tongue along the slopes of my breasts, I was certain he was going to drive me crazy with this pace.
“Please,” I begged hoarsely, not in the least self-conscious today.
It was his tail, not his cock that stroked across my folds.
They felt hyper-sensitive, swollen from my desire, and very very slick.
When he pushed the tip inside of me, I jolted and pleasure fluttered through me.
There it was, that edge he so easily put me on, an orgasm that hovered just out of reach.
“I’ve got you,” Zeidon swore, his tail pumping into me, the tip curling to stroke just right across a sensitive bundle of nerves I didn’t even know how to locate.
The orgasm crested and broke, intense and fierce; pleasure spiraling through my body in silky ribbons.
I moaned his name, clutched his shoulders, and probably would have clawed his skin if not for his tough scales.
The tail pulled free from my passage with a sucking noise, wetness coated it and made it shimmer and glisten when he raised it triumphantly between us.
“I will seed you,” he warned, “I will never let you go.” Those were not declarations of love, they were possessive claims that fit his savage nature.
He was my master of beasts, my lover, my healer, and my hero.
His cock head felt very different when he notched it to my opening.
Two fingers that moved independently; they were narrower than I expected and easily pushed into me.
That was the easy part, but when he pushed deeper, my body stretched and burned for him.
The remnants of my orgasm had me on a high, I could take that little ache if it meant he filled me.
“Then seed me,” I challenged him. That sounded exotic and primal, I wanted him to do exactly as he promised.
My body was slick against his, his scales a texture against my skin that reminded me how alien he was.
I was not lying with a man but a monster, a Naga of myth and fantasy.
He was a water god with his glowing marks and his savage snarl.
There was no doubt about who was doing the claiming now, he was making me all his.
We moved together, his cock piercing my core as he pushed in, my hips tilting up to meet him every step of the way.
He filled me so completely that I felt like we were entwined heart to soul, our bodies touching more than skin.
Then he moved and his tail moved with him.
Each thrust pushed me higher; each stroke of his tail over my clit sent me spinning.
An orgasm hit me quickly, followed by a second, brighter one not long after.
I clutched him with my core, my muscles clinging to him as though they meant to hold him inside.
Zeidon’s seed erupted from him in hard, heated jets.
I could feel them as they coated my passage, feel it as it overflowed and gushed out around the sides, wetting my thighs.
I had never felt that before, this was a seeding for sure, there was no other word for it.
“Zeidon…” I sighed, my heart pounding wildly in my chest, my breathing sawing out of me like bellows. And still, I was not tired, I felt like I could soar, I felt like I could go another round. “That was amazing.”
He laughed, leaning down above me on his arms, and dipped his head to gaze between our bodies to where we were joined.
“Yes, my precious mate. It was.” Our eyes met and I knew we weren’t done yet.
He had not softened inside of me and when I squeezed him with my inner muscles, his emerald eyes darkened with heat.
“My female is in heat, and I will seed her until she is satisfied.” That was a promise I was more than willing to keep him to.