Chapter 22 #2
His tongue flicks out, and I see him wetting his lips. Hungrily. “I am not a fool, but if I had to be, it would probably be for you, my little human.”
I roll my eyes and then spread my legs wider and lift them slightly, letting him see my hole.
“I brought the oyen.”
His chest expands as he breathes deeply.
“Now that we know it’s safe, you can stick that big cock inside of me.” I see the bulge at the front of his loincloth, and I bite back a smile. “Seems you want that, too.”
“My body malfunctions around you. It does not do what I tell it to.”
I pull the small baggie with the oyen in it from the pocket of my cloak and wave it back and forth. “I think your body knows exactly what you want. And I like that you can’t control yourself around me.”
“I cannot. And this is why we cannot do this. I do not want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I promise you won’t.”
His tongue flicks out again as I peel the bag open and pull the herb out. He could easily stop me, could pry it from my fingers, but he makes no move to do so.
“Does this grow here?” I ask as I let the leaf brush against my bottom lip. “Maybe we should have some on hand at all times. Grow some in the closet, like weed.”
“It is not native to the capital. It’s cultivated beyond the Outerlands and not easy to obtain.”
“So, it’s special then?”
He holds my gaze. “It is.”
I sit up, and the xinhar clings to me, a slow sucking against my skin. It makes me shiver.
His eyes flare as I press the herb onto my tongue, knowing what’s going to happen to me, the way my body will respond to it.
As the sweetness hits my taste buds, the herb dissolving quickly, my body shivers and tightens, pleasure lapping at my skin. Just like the water lapping at the stone shore beside us.
“Everest,” Rathyn says, his gaze darkening as I gasp. I feel my cock leaking, my hole opening as my back arches up.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I moan as I feel a deep-seated craving pop and fizz, bursting to life. “Need you,” I gasp when the ache wells up inside of me.
It’s a rush of heat, blurring my vision, and even so, my body is entirely in tune to where Rathyn is. He’s close, but not close enough. He’s hovering over me, staring down, and I can see the flickering lights of the githyn in his eyes.
“Please,” I whine. “Fuck me. Please.”
He leans in, his fingers touching my lips, drawing them down past my chin to my throat. He grips it tightly, possessive as his knees knock my legs apart and he falls onto the mossy floor, cradled by it.
I can hear the claws of his feet digging for purchase as he rocks down on top of me, his lips crashing into mine. His tongue is sweet, heavy, and thick. His movements are desperate as he twines it around mine. Sucking, pulling.
The kissing is good. It’s so fucking good.
But I want more.
“I need,” I gasp, pushing my hips up. My cock is hard, but that’s not what I’m feeling so fucking desperate for. No, I’m open. I can feel myself loosening, gaping impossibly wide.
Ready for him.
And this time, I know he can give it to me. In the hazy fog of my absolute feral need for him, I remember it’s safe.
“Rath. Please. I need your cock.” I manage a full sentence this time, even if it’s only a few words.
Rathyn purrs in a melodic, soothing tone as he noses along my throat.
His tongue laves out, marking me again with his scent.
His mouth drags along my skin, lower—teasing my nipples with his fangs, tugging on the piercings until my cock is throbbing and leaking a stream of precum all over my stomach.
He wastes no time licking it up, groaning in the back of his throat as he swallows it down. I push up on my elbows, barely able to see him in the low lights, but what I can see is fucking beautiful.
It might be the herb, but I swear there’s a shimmering aura around him as he looks up at me, his fangs poking over his bottom lip.
“Rath,” I murmur as my hole twitches.
But there’s more. Something is aching in my chest. Fuck me. I can’t. Not with him and yet, it’s impossible not to feel this way…
Love. It has to be, but I can’t utter those words.
I can barely breathe.
So instead, I spread my legs further and pull my knees to my chest so he can see my hole. It’s clenching, silently begging him to fill me.
“My Everest,” he moans softly. He touches my thighs, dragging his fingers toward my hole, then retracts his claws and slips two fingers in. “I cannot breed you.”
“Yes, you can. Fuck me like you want to.”
He twists his wrist, his fingertips pulsing against my prostate and making me cry out.
“Fuck, fuck!” It’s good, but not what I want.
Pulling away, I search blindly along his body, shoving him back, hands coasting down his chest toward his slit. It’s open, wet, leaking. The tip of his cock is out, and I brush my fingers past it as I slide them inside him, curling around his dick.
“Everest,” he gasps, then slips into a long string of song.
His hips move as his cock extends further.
I see the way it drips, self-lubricating, a promise to enter me swiftly.
The swirling ridges twist down the base of his cock and seem to pulse as it continues to extend from his body.
And that’s when I see more of it. It’s huge, thick, and wide.
“Oh fuck,” I murmur. When it stops protruding, the bottom quarter that I’ve never seen before is twice as wide. If I thought his cock was big before, there’s no way I can fit this entire thing inside of me. But still I ask, “Can I ride you?”
His eyes are wide in the dim light, fixed on me. “Ride…me?”
“Yes. Like this,” I lift my leg over his hips, and we roll so Rathyn is on his back. I waste no time settling on top of him, my ass fucking backward, my hole searching for him. Everything is hazy now, and my desperation has reached a point I’m not sure I’ll survive if he doesn’t fill me.
“I need you inside me. I need it. Please, please…”
“You are still far too small.”
“Don’t care. Don’t care. Please fill me. Fucking breed me.”
“I do not need you to beg me, my Everest.” He sits up, taking my hips in his powerful hands and lifts me, positioning me over him. “You will ride me slow.”
“Can’t promise anything,” I gasp when I feel the wet tip of him against me.
My hole seems to stretch at the feeling, widening, wanting to be stuffed full.
“Breathe, my little human.”
He hasn’t called me that in so long, and I don’t know why it affects me now, but fuck, it does.
My vision goes white as the head of his cock slips past my hole. It’s so fucking big—so big it would have torn me in half if it wasn’t for the herb—but I’m open for him, loose yet somehow squeezing around his pulsing length.
The pleasure is so intense, I can’t focus.
My body is limp, my chin hitting my chest as he carefully slides me down inch by inch, the ridges of his cock rubbing against my rim.
I can do nothing but gasp and groan at the feeling until I’m impaled on him.
If I look down, my stomach will be bulging from how much of him is in me right now, and fuck if that doesn’t scare me and turn me on at the same time.
“How much?” I ask, and he seems to know what I mean.
“Nearly half.”
“More,” I moan, but he shakes his head, his fingers digging into me.
“No. I will not hurt you.”
I groan as I grip his shoulders, squeezing around him. He gasps, lifting me off him slightly, those ribbed edges flicking past my rim as I slide up his length. I contract around his cock once more, unraveling his restraint bit by bit until his hips start to thrust up in small bursts.
It makes my entire body shake, my cock exploding as we start to move in tandem.
“Rathyn,” I moan, my fingers digging into his chest, feeling his hearts hammering against my palm.
My eyes roll back in my head as his cock hits my prostate with each upward thrust. I’m unable to do anything but be fucked by him. To be filled by him.
“My Everest, my human,” he growls as he drags me against his chest, his claws digging into the mossy floor as he hammers his hips up into me. His fangs graze my neck, and I moan loudly at the sensation. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I gasp. “Fuck, fuck. Yes. I’m yours. Please fill me. Come inside me. Mark me.”
I take a single breath, then his teeth sink into my skin, piercing me as sudden pleasure rips through me. It’s too much. The intensity is overwhelming, and for a moment, I know nothing but the feeling of ecstasy.
I can’t see, can’t hear, can’t speak. I can barely breathe.
It takes me a moment to inhale, to come back to reality. His hands are in my hair, his tongue laving at where he bit me. I want to say something—anything—but I can’t seem to do anything except lie in his arms.
And he lets me, his hearts slowing as we rest here, the xinhar cradling us.
After a moment, Rathyn slowly pulls out. It’s excruciatingly hot, feeling how he opened me like that.
“You are injured?” he asks as he slips from beneath me and lays me gingerly on my back. His finger brushes my swollen hole tenderly.
“No. I’m great. I want to do that again.”
He lets out an amused hum and then dips his head between my legs, licking up all the cum from my groin and stomach.
There’s so much of it, and he lets out the smallest, satisfied hum as he swallows it down. He finishes with kisses along my thighs, my balls, and the tip of my cock, which he draws into his mouth and sucks clean.
This orgasm was so much more than the one before it, and when I shift my legs, I can feel the ache from where he nearly rearranged my insides.
“How was it?” I ask.
He slides his body up alongside mine, kissing me. I can taste myself on his tongue—the soft tang of my release as he swallowed me down. My eyes close, and I feel a pulse of affection in my chest.
“I achieved a climax,” he murmurs. He’s silent for a moment. “My second like this.”
My eyes open. He’s so responsive, so needy. I can’t believe that I’m his first. “Did you like it?”