Chapter 13
Barbasa plucked a dark berry from its bush and gave it a contemplative look.
He would never be able to look at the luscious fruit again without imagining his mouth coaxing orgasms from his tasty mate’s juicy cunt.
The mixture of flavors was forever printed on his mind so that even the taste of a blackberry on his tongue made him want to spill his seed with ecstasy as the remembered taste and smell of her sex flooded back to him.
Of course, such thoughts were better kept to himself for the time being.
He didn’t wish to frighten his little mate off too quickly when she had not even fully grasped what they had become in such a short time.
Smiling down at the female at his side beneath the shade of the trees, he fed the plump fruit between her lips.
She moaned at the first trickle of juice and her tongue swept across his fingers.
A lustful growl burst from him and his cock thickened immediately in reaction.
And to which she smirked, in clear enjoyment of his need for her.
And he did need.
They had been dancing around each other ever since his terrible confession and the morning in the river, flirting and sharing the briefest of touches.
It tormented him that he didn’t get to so much as enjoy the taste of her lips because both of them knew that once he began kissing her, the game would be over—and she was not yet ready.
Oh, he was certain that she was quite eager to rut, but her body required more preparation to take a satyr’s cock comfortably and that would only happen by regular exposure to his pheromones now that they had begun the mating process.
So, he endured it, waiting for her to be ready as her body heated and creamed for him as it prepared itself for mating, driving him to distraction night after night.
That she allowed him to stroke her cunt with his fingers and tongue and bring her to completion for the first time two nights ago had filled him with a satisfaction that had quickly been eclipsed when she had placed her sweet mouth and hands upon his shaft.
He had nearly drowned in the pleasure and forgot his promise to himself to take it slow so that their joining would be at its most optimal.
It was certainly getting harder to resist her, however.
Their daily walks helped.
To a degree.
He had to acknowledge that her very nature tempted him as much as her sensuality, so even her simple pleasure pulled hard at his desire.
Moreover, despite their very real physical differences from the hips down, she never seemed bothered by it.
In fact, more often than not, she acted as if there were no differences between them at all.
She wasn’t simply ambling by his side as his mate had once done as they wandered, but rather, she wrapped her arm in his, held him close to her as he’d seen humans do from a distance.
He didn’t feel set apart by her but cherished as her own and he didn’t realize until then how much it meant to him.
Or how sweetly her scent would call to him as it did now, speaking to him in the primal language of her readiness. Finally!
Plucking another blackberry from the bush in front of them, he pressed it to her smiling lips and her blue eyes flashed with laughter.
Holding his gaze, her mouth opened, and her tongue slid out and stroked along the length of his fingers before her hot mouth closed around the berry at his fingertips.
Another shiver ran through him, and she released his fingers with a light laugh.
“Are you trying to fatten me up, Barbasa?”
she teased.
“What is with this sudden interest in feeding me from your hand?”
“I wouldn’t mind more of you to hold,”
he replied as he ran a claw along her bottom lip, the tip ever so gently indenting it.
“But in this specifically, perhaps I just enjoy seeing you lick my fingers the way you lapped at my cock.
It gives me ideas.”
Her eyes darkened at his words.
“Really? I might just be interested in hearing those ideas,”
she murmured as she slid back, ducking out of his grasp. “...if—”
A soft growl rumbled through him as his eyes narrowed and tracked her movement.
“If what?”
Her smile widened as she sidled back more causing his muscles to tighten instinctively as his body prepared to give chase.
She wouldn’t dare tempt him.
Now when she knew that the taint was so thoroughly imbedded within his instinctual nature.
If she ran, he wouldn’t be able to resist giving chase.
And when that happened—it worried him too much to think about.
“Tiffany,”
he rumbled in warning as he offered his hand to her.
“If you are in the mood to play games, there are better ways we can do it.
And safer within the confines of our home.
I will be at your command.”
Her eyes glittered with interest and the tension in his muscles eased, certain that she would take his hand.
He was, therefore, taken by complete surprise when she suddenly whirled away and sprang forward from the balls of her feet, leaving him gaping after her.
He was so shocked that he stared after her for a minute or two streaking among the trees.
His blood pulsed hotly through him as his heart sped in reaction to the sharp excitement and need rising rapidly through him.
But it was the uncoiling touch of the taint that ultimately broke his control and sent him springing after her, his hooves carrying him far quicker over the forest floor.
With the taint rising rapidly through his blood, he should have been afraid for her as he waited for the foggy madness to descend.
But there was something different about it.
It curled through him like a dark fire feeding his frenzy and desire, stroking through his balls and shaft until his extruded cock wept with copious amounts of lubrication dripping from his shaft.
And although there was a haze of desire that filled his mind, it held on to him with a different sort of touch than the madness.
He didn’t feel corrupted...
he felt... alive!
His lips pulled back from his teeth as he howled and laughed in echo of Tiffany’s giggles as she led the chase, darting between the trees ahead of him.
What a sight she was! His desire surged, his cock pulsing with every brush against his belly.
Every touch of the sensitive tip to his stomach sent a new hot lick of desire straight through him.
It filled him with pleasure and a rush of joy.
As his lingering doubts dissolved, his smile widened with predatory glee as his eyes followed her winding path.
He couldn’t get enough of feasting on the sight of her fleeing ahead of him.
Her hair streaming behind her, flashing in the sunlight as she tossed her head to grin beckoningly over her shoulder.
She teased him and he relished it.
He could have caught up to her easily but somehow, he kept control of himself enough to regulate his speed so that he drew closer slowly, prolonging the chase.
Glancing back at him again, Tiffany whooped with laughter and changed direction suddenly as if that would give her an escape.
Grinning wildly, he spun at his full speed, his hooves finding purchase in the turf with a skill that couldn’t be replicated with her booted human feet.
His mate squealed with a surprised laugh when his arms came around her and he dropped them into a mossy knoll, his body turning to take the brunt of the fall.
Though the clack of his four horns hitting a rock echoed loudly, he suffered no ill effects from the fall.
Not even his breath had been knocked out of him which he demonstrated as he hauled his mate along his body.
She grinned at him breathlessly as he held her pinned against him.
Lying side by side, he traced his fingers up the side of her legs, drawing up the dress she’d made.
The fabric was as beautiful on her as he knew it would be and soft against his fingers.
From the way her eyes slid shut, he knew that it slid against her own skin pleasurably.
With her rich scent thickening the air around them, he growled and rolled them so that he was braced over her and her breasts brushed his chest as they rapidly rose and fell with every panted breath.
Releasing her dress so that it rested bunched up around her pelvis, he wrapped his fingers around her wrists and drew her hands over her head to where a cluster of vines hung just inches away from the low branches of the tree they clung to.
Barbasa made quick work out of wrapping her wrists firmly in the vine, entangling her there so thoroughly at his mercy that she jerked against her bindings in shock when he grabbed hold of her hips and tugged her splayed legs closer to him.
She stared down her body at him with a desperate, wild need, the blue of her eyes nearly disappearing within the expanse of blown out dark centers.
She trembled against him, her scent of arousal rising from her to coat him and fill his senses as he dragged his cheek down her body and pressed his mouth against the hot well of her essence between her thighs.
He lapped at her folds, stroking his tongue deep into her slit as her every sigh and gasp sang to him.
He feasted on her and exulted in it, filling himself with her sweetness, and coating his mouth and hands with it as her orgasm rushed through her.
It marked him, branded him with her pheromone signature until he was filled with the scent and taste of her.
And he loved it.
He wanted to draw more of it into him so that he would never get her scent out of his skin.
He growled against her slick cunt, enjoying the way she gasped and jerked against his mouth as the vibrations shot through her.
Catching a flicker of movement from the corner of his eye, he stilled, his mouth still clamped against her cunt as his gaze lifted and shifted warily.
A red fox peered at him, its eyes flashing with the light of another peering back at him through them.
Lifting his mouth, he bared his teeth at the fox, conveying his message to the reynard, loud and clear.
Even his pack did not dare to intrude when they scented his desire rising.
The fox’s tail stiffened and wavered in the air behind him at the threat, but the creature had greater sense than its master.
With a startled yip, it bounded away and disappeared within the thick growth of blackberry bushes.
His brows slanted in a heavy scowl, Barbasa gave one last growl in the direction of the bushes before turning the fervor of his attention back onto his mate.
Although the reynard hadn’t truly been present and his fox likely had crept close more as a matter of curiosity, it didn’t change the fact that it fueled his need to possess his mate and claim her completely so that the damned vulpine male didn’t attempt to so much as send one of his spies to sniff around her.
Rising from between her legs, he noted that she too stared curiously off in the direction the fox disappeared.
Without preamble, he gave a sharp nip to her hip that made her draw in a sharp gasp.
He immediately laved it with his tongue to take away the sting and lifted his gaze to meet her shocked eyes.
“Have you seen many foxes when you’ve ventured outside, my love?”
he rumbled.
He needed to know otherwise it would twist within him, tormenting him as it fed the voracious appetite of the taint.
To his relief, she gave a quick shake of her head.
“No.
That would be the first.
I’ve seen a couple from the cabin, and always at a distance, but never when walking and never so close.”
He nodded thoughtfully and gave her a fierce look.
“Things are not always what they seem in these woods.
Some creatures, like the foxes, can be the eyes and ears of other beings that cross our territorial boundaries without difficulty or challenge.
They won’t hurt you, and in fact add extra protection that benefits our territory, keeping it safe from humans, but do not follow them either,”
he cautioned.
“Stay within the confines of our walking route and close to the cabin you will be fine.
It is not likely that the fae will dare to intrude on the territory of another.”
“Okay,”
she replied in a shaky voice.
“I won’t.”
“Good,”
he rumbled as he bent his head to lap at her hip again causing his little mate to twitch against him.
“I need you,”
he rasped against her skin in a strained voice.
His nostrils flared as he breathed in her skin, drawing the tangy sweetness of her scent deeper within him.
“I need to know that you are mine.”
“I am yours,”
she replied, stifling a gasp he dropped his head to nip very gently at her swollen bud.
He lifted his head and met her eyes again, holding her gaze.
“Do you claim me, then, my little would-be mate? Would you mark me with your essence and allow mine to mark yours until our pheromones are so imprinted on each other that they’ll never be separated?”
Her eyes widened with full realization of what he wanted but she gave a quick nod of her head.
“Yes,”
she whispered.
He glanced down at himself and the thick length of his twitching, heavily beaded cock.
With the swirls and knots of beaded flesh along his shaft and the much thicker head of his cock, he knew it only superficially looked like one belonging to a human male—and only at a distance if one squinted and didn’t take proportion into account.
Although she had seen him extruded numerous times, he felt that he was still obligated to point it out.
Though he burned with desire, he would still give her one last chance to change her mind if that was what she truly wanted.
He knew well enough that humans struggled with the concept of being pierced by the cock of a male from another species.
“I am not like your men.
I do not have the ability to make it seem as though this part of me is as some species do.
Do you truly wish to welcome me into your body?”
“Fuck, yes.”
Her hips lifted and strained toward him, her glistening cunt opened wide for him.
Begging to be filled.
“This is what I’ve wanted.”
That specific wording caught his attention.
“You have desired to be claimed by a monstrous male’s cock?”
That seemed so improbable to him that he couldn’t quite make sense of it.
His last mate had come to terms and eventually enjoyed their matings, but he hadn’t imagined a woman lusting for it before she took one into herself.
A pink hue flooded his mate’s cheeks, but she rolled her eyes.
“I want your cock, Barbasa.
It doesn’t matter to me if it is attached to what some might call a monster or not.
It is attached to you and that is all that matters.
Because you are the one I want.”
The color in her cheeks heightened.
“And from time to time I may have been curious what it would be like with someone not human.”
That surprised him.
“Then why wait so long to enjoy the pleasure I offered?”
Her gaze snapped to him in bewilderment.
“Hey, a fantasy is one thing, but I wasn’t going to just jump the first male that came along just because he waved his impressive and inhuman cock around on a daily basis.”
Barbasa choked back a laugh and crawled over his mate to settle more comfortably between her thighs.
Pressing kisses against each of her eyelids, he purred down at her happily as he adjusted his hips so that his cock slid along her seam until the head notched at her entrance.
“Fair enough, my love.
I will try to be gentle so that it is as good as you have dreamed of, but for this first time it will be a tight fit.”
Tiffany exhaled slowly and nodded.
“I know.
I’m ready.”
Another laugh rumbled in his chest.
“Not yet, but you will be.”
Slowly he shifted his hips, moving the head and shaft of his cock so that it slid against her, teasing the sensitive flesh.
Her body quivering beneath his, Barbasa attentively lowered his head to drag his tongue along one breast and then the other, at times sucking her nipples into his mouth with gentle, drawn-out tugs, and at other times, grazing them with his sharp teeth.
Just hard enough for her to feel it without drawing blood.
His cock swelled further with her heightened arousal, and he ground against her, stroking his cock harder against her cleft.
Each pass opened her further as her desire flamed higher in response, her heat bathing the entire length of his phallus.
Her swollen little nub at the tip of her slit, abraded against his cock, increasing their mutual pleasure until they both dripped with their combined arousal.
Her thighs slid up around his furred hips as she moaned, her pelvis lifting in a silent plea, her slick heat bathed his cock as he nudged his hips forward, her cunt slowly swallowing the length.
And it was slow.
His girth stretched her so that she was wrapped tightly around him but his precum pumped into her in response to her most intimate place squeezing tightly around him.
It flooded her and dripped around his cock as it slowly worked its way in with his every thrust, the veins along the length of his shaft bulging with his incredible, building need to spend within her.
He resisted the urge and flexed his hips, gradually pushing deeper as her cunt spasmed and clenched around him with the fresh orgasm that tore through her.
She cried out with his slow invasion, her hips twitching all the time as if she couldn’t decide whether to pull away or drive him deeper.
Her fingers dug into his hair, however, and kept him clutched tightly to her as she panted and her body gave bit by bit to his invasion until he was buried deep within her, his whole cock swallowed up to its very root.
He stared down between them in awe and his eyes rolled back as the walls of her channel spasmed once again around him.
Unable to hold back, he withdrew and snapped his hips, sending him driving back into his mate so that they both moaned together.
Shuddering with the intense pleasure rushing over him and the love welling up just as quickly that desperately needed to be expressed, Barbasa caught her mouth with his and drowned within the ecstasy of her kiss.
Their mouths mated and tongues tangled as he rocked against her, setting a slow pace as he relished the tight squeeze of her milking his length from root to tip with every pump.
His passion burned through him, pulling at him, demanding more as the taint twisted through him.
Adding a roll to his hips, his thrusts became quicker, his rising rut driving his cock into his female as her legs wrapped hungrily around him as if to keep him anchored to her as she met his every pump.
Their kisses grew more desperate as their bodies came together harder and faster.
Her teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of his lip until he groaned against her mouth.
And he couldn’t have pulled away even if he wanted to because somehow she had worked a hand free and had an iron grip on his left central horn spike, holding her more firmly to her.
As much as he was claiming her, she was claiming him in turn as her body met his with answering aggression.
Excitement rumbled through him as his true rut descended up on him and he began to pound in earnest into his mate’s soft body, pulling loud cries of ecstasy from her as her cunt rippled and squeezed around him, and draggled on him tightly as her orgasms flowed into each other.
Still, he rutted as the fog of his desire thickened and descended over him until there was nothing more than the hunger and the need.
His cock thickened and swelled within her until she screamed, her channel spasming tightly, locking him completely within her as his cock jerked violently, giving up its thick streams of seed.
Over and over again he emptied himself until his thighs shook with exhaustion and Tiffany’s cries of pleasure began to grow hoarse.
When he finally collapsed against her, his cock still tightly clutched within her sheath, his mate peppered his face with soft, butterfly kisses bringing a lightness to his soul as the taint once again retreated, leaving in its wake satisfaction rather than the endless hunger that had always plagued him.
He felt...
complete.
And love eclipsed all reason as he held his mate tenderly in his arms.
She did not realize what she signed up for, but he would tell her when the moment was right.
She was his mate...
his....
and gods help anyone who attempted to steal her away now.