Chapter 13 #3
“You are distracted?” he asks as he reaches for the needle box again.
My stomach twists. “Now I’m not.”
He growls in annoyance, but it’s only for a second. His hips shift, and the next thing I know, his tail is snaking between us. The firm, pointed tip touches the base of my cock, then it wraps around me and squeezes gently.
Jesus, to have another opposable appendage like that? It’s a wonder they haven’t discovered pleasure. Something about that must feel good for them.
“It is not an unpleasant sensation,” he says, answering my thoughts.
Or maybe I’m speaking aloud. Fuck knows. Though my tongue feels too heavy to form words.
Rathyn’s tail begins to jack me slowly—not enough to get me off, but enough to keep me wanting more. I’m barely aware of it as he sets two rings on the nightstand.
Shouldn’t you sanitize those?
“Sanitize,” he repeats aloud. Yeah, he’s in my head. For the first time, though, I don’t care. I try to project the meaning, and he scoffs. “What do you think the zitha is for, little human?”
Oh. Well then…
“I like when you…call me…that,” I manage to say aloud, thick like I’m drunk. I feel a little drunk.
“I remember the sensation of zitha fondly,” Rathyn says. There’s a wistfulness to his voice I’m not used to.
Before I can ask, I get lost in the feeling of his tail again which speeds up and tightens. I moan softly as he pinches my right nipple, then locks his gaze on mine.
“Breathe in.”
I do. Fuck, his voice is so easy to obey.
“Breathe out,” he orders.
There must be pain somewhere, I think as I look down to see the white needle pass through my skin. And there is. A faint pressure followed by the sting of pierced flesh.
But I’m lost to the pleasure of his tail jerking me off, and his warm hands, and that very nice herb coursing through my bloodstream.
I watch with heavy-lidded eyes as he fixes the first ring through the hollow needle and clamps it around a ball.
My hips begin to rock, chasing what his tail is giving me, but that only makes him slow down.
I let out a whine, and he gives me an impatient look. “We are not yet finished.”
Oh, right. One more to go.
I don’t watch this time. Instead, I close my eyes and let my head fall back as his fingers pinch my nipples. It feels good. Too fucking good, especially with his tail squeezing a pattern up and down my cock as it strokes me.
I reach down, closing my hand around it, encouraging him faster. He doesn’t obey me. Instead, he shoves another needle through my other nipple. This one hurts a little more, the pain twisting through the pleasure I’m feeling.
But it doesn’t last. He was right about that.
I feel the sensation of him clamping the ring around the ball, then I hear the box hitting the nightstand before his hands come around my hips. I lift my head and open my eyes to find him staring at his handiwork.
When I look down, I’m startled to see the rings hanging from my chest. My nipples are puffy, and I want to touch them, but I can’t seem to release my grip on his shoulder and tail.
“Mine,” he murmurs.
Something about that word, the way he says it, makes me feel so fucking good. I don’t know why. It shouldn’t. But fuck, it makes me want to lie back and feed him my cum.
“Say it,” Rathyn adds, his tail vibrating under my palm. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I moan. “But I’m still my own person. Just so you know…”
He flips me backward and hovers over me, his tail still stroking my cock. “I know this. You have made that very clear as well.”
“I just,” I arch my back up as my eyes roll into the back of my head. “I just need to make sure you really know.”
“I do.”
My eyes flash open, and I see him hovering over me, our lips just inches apart.
I should kiss him. I should lean up and press my lips to his, but before I can, his tail unwraps from around my cock and twists around my leg, spreading me open for him.
I feel exposed but safe as he shifts down my body and his tongue licks up the underside of me.
“Now, I want your cum.”
“Oh god,” I murmur as he engulfs me with his warm mouth.
I thread my fingers through his hair, arching up to watch him suck me.
It’s perfect, like he knows exactly what I need from him.
I come ridiculously fast, my cock exploding, my nipples tingling as he sucks me dry.
And when he’s done, he rests his cheek against my inner thigh, my fingers lazily stroking his hair.
“Fourteen more,” he finally says, and I huff an annoyed laugh.
“Yeah, yeah. But can we not do it the creepy herb way? Can you just kiss me for a bit?”
He tilts his head slightly. “Humans cannot provide enough cum naturally.”
“Well, can we try?”
“We can try,” he echoes.
He leans over me, and my hands slide up his back, caressing his skin. “This okay?”
“Yes.” His voice holds a faint tremor as he pushes into my touch.
“Last time I touched you, you ran away.”
He stiffens, and his eyes narrow. “Vyastil never run away.”
“You did. When I touched your dick, you literally left the planet.”
He turns his gaze away, and my hands still against him. “We do not touch each other this way. I was surprised at how it felt.”
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and stare at him. “A virgin then?”
His gaze flashes to mine. “I do not know this word.”
I let my legs wrap around his lower back and pull him into me slightly. I feel the flutter of his robe against my skin, and I realize I want it off. I want him just as naked as I am.
Bare.
Exposed.
But I also don’t want to push him too hard, too fast.
“It means, this is new for you. You’ve never done it before.” My hands run up to the back of his neck, and I pull him down toward me. “Just like you were a kissing virgin before you met me.”
I lean up, and our lips brush. A long hum erupts from him, and I feel his chest brush my pierced nipples.
It’s erotic as hell, and my cock perks up from just the thought of it.
My mouth tilts over his, and I suck on his bottom lip before teasing him with my tongue.
It presses against his mouth, and he parts his lips slightly.
When I push inside, he rears back, his eyes wide, his ears fluttering.
“Is this still kissing?”
“Yeah. Do you like it?”
He blinks slowly. “I need to try it again to determine if I do. I will let you know.”
I laugh softly and then pull him down to me, slanting my mouth over his once more. My tongue pushes into his mouth, stroking his piercings, and he shudders, his skin rippling beneath my hands.
I feel his hums slip inside of me. They echo through my mouth, and I swallow them down. And then his tongue moves, a soft caress.
I groan and kiss him harder.
He does it again, growing bolder, and so do I.
I bite at it, sucking on the tip. He shifts above me, our groins pressed against each other, my cock achingly hard. And then his tongue pushes into my mouth. It drags over my tongue, curling around it almost painfully before it slides down my throat.
My eyes shoot open as I swallow around him, and when he doesn’t remove it quickly enough, I push at his chest, needing to breathe.
He looks down at me as I gasp for breath, my hands moving up to my throat. “What is it?”
“I just…I’ve never been deep throated by a tongue before.” Or anything, if I’m being honest.
His hand lifts, and he gingerly pulls my hands away from my neck and caresses my throat. “Are you injured?”
The way he strokes me, like I’m a fragile flower, makes something well up inside of me. “No.”
“I will be more careful.”
“So, does that mean you want to do it again?”
He arches his hips against mine and then glances down at where our bodies are connected. “Yes, but your cock is erect.”
I roll my eyes but let my thighs drop open. “Alright. Fine. Go on. Get your cum. But after, more kissing.”
“Yes,” he whispers, stealing one last kiss before breaking away.
He shifts down my body, stopping to stare at my pierced nipples for a long second before wrapping his lips around my dick.
It takes longer to come this time, my body not quite ready for my second orgasm.
He pulls it from me with long, tender sucks, and when I come down from it, I feel sweat beading on my forehead.
“Fuck,” I moan when his tongue laps at the lingering cum on the tip. “That was a lot. I think I need a while before my next one.”
“Or you could take the herb.” He moves up my body until he’s hovering over me again.
I reach up, unable to stop myself, and cup his cheek, my hands trembling from exhaustion. “Yeah, I know, and I still might, but let a guy do it naturally for a second.”
“It has been more than a second.”
I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer. “It’s a figure of speech, dude.”
“I dislike your figures of speech. They make no sense.”
I grin at him and let out a small laugh. “Yeah, I know. Don’t think too hard about it.”
His gaze flashes down to my lips, and his ears flutter.
“You want to kiss me again?”
His tongue peeks out and wets his lips. “I do.”
“See, humans have more to offer than just cum.”
“It seems so.”
I cup his face again, gentler this time, and my thumb brushes over his bottom lip, dragging it across and scraping against his fang.
His tongue snakes out and wraps around it, pulling it into his mouth, and then he sucks, just like he does with my cock.
My lashes flutter at the feel of him around me, and I groan, our eyes locked on each other. The air grows thick between us, and I thread my fingers of my free hand through his hair.
His humming deepens, and when I arch my hips up against him, he lets my finger go and leans in. His lips find mine in a slow, tentative brush. Gentle. Fragile. He seems uncertain, but kisses me anyway.
Breath leaves my lungs as I feel him slowly lick past my lips, learning me, mapping out the curves of my mouth. My fingers curl against him, holding him to me, not wanting this to stop.
Not wanting it to end.