Chapter 18
CHAPTER 18
Ahmya’s eyes flew open, and all that pleasure was washed away by a wave of mortification.
Reflexively, she braced her hands on his shoulders and pushed.
Rekosh hissed. His claws stung her ass with his tightening grip, and his head snapped up. Glistening liquid—her cum —trickled from his mouth and down his chin, and his eyes blazed, wild and hungry. In that instant, he looked like a beast whose meal had just been interrupted.
Their gazes met, and Ahmya slapped a hand over her mouth in shock.
He stared up at her silently, tension radiating from his rigid body. A sharp huff escaped his nostrils before his mouth parted slightly. That long tongue slipped out and slid along the seam of his mouth, licking her cum from his hide.
Ahmya pressed her thighs together. Her arousal coated them and dripped down the insides of her legs.
Oh God… I can’t believe I…I…
I just squirted in his face!
“I’m so sorry,” she said quickly, body aflame.
A low growl rumbled in his chest. Moving stiffly but with obvious care, he lifted his hands from her ass, relieving the pressure that had been on those claws, and stood.
Ahmya’s brows pinched as her stomach twisted with anxiety. Had she done something wrong?
You mean besides giving his face a power wash?
Oh, God, Oh God, Oh God!
That had never happened to her when she’d pleasured herself. She’d never felt anything so intense, so uncontrollable. How could something feel so good while being so humiliating?
Ahmya curled her fingers and lowered her fists to her chest, dropping her gaze to the ground. “Rekosh, I…I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that would?—”
He caught her jaw and tipped her face up, forcing her eyes to meet his. “No.”
Her brow furrowed. “No?”
But he only released her and turned away, offering no explanation. His hind legs moved, drawing thick silk from his spinnerets, which he passed to his hands and wound into a growing coil of rope.
“Rekosh? Are you…okay?”
“Need you,” he rasped. “All of you.”
A thrill coursed through her in response to his words. “Oh…”
He wasn’t…disgusted?
Severing the first strand with his claws, he immediately began drawing out another, his movements becoming a little faster, a little less disciplined, with each moment.
“Rekosh, what are you doing?”
“Bindings.”
Ahmya’s heart leapt. Bindings. For her.
Male vrix bound their females when they were ready to conquer, to…mate.
She wiggled her toes in the soft grass, anticipation mingling with her anxiousness. Her core thrummed with the aftermath of her orgasm, and more than ever, she was aware of the emptiness within her. She’d felt his finger, had felt his tongue, and now…
Now she wanted his cock. Wanted to seal their bond in every way.
Her gaze dipped to his extruded shaft. It shone with its natural oils, which dripped from the tip.
How the heck was that supposed to fit?
Ivy and Ketahn made it work, so it was possible.
I survived a ship crash, wild beasts, a carnivorous plant, a flood, a deadly swamp, a raging river, and a tumble from a waterfall. I will survive spider-alien dick.
And I will enjoy it.
After bundling a fourth length of rope, Rekosh strode to the base of a nearby tree. He knelt there, and with practiced speed, tried an end of each rope to the thick, raised roots. Ahmya approached him, wincing at the cool slickness between her thighs.
Rekosh turned to face her. Though his eyes, fervent as ever, met hers, he didn’t reach for her. Instead, he lay down on the ground. Rolling onto his back, he grasped one of the ropes, wrapped it around the wrist of his upper arm, and tied it tight and close to the root.
“Rekosh?” Ahmya stepped closer, tilting her head as she watched him take hold of the next strand to repeat the process with the wrist of his lower arm. “I…I don’t understand.”
“Feel the mating frenzy,” he said, his voice low and harsh, tugging the silk tight around his wrist. “Do not want to harm you.”
With his left arms bound, he set about securing his upper right arm. With only one hand, he was slower to do so, though not by much. He caught the final rope and held it up. “Need you, vi’keishi . ”
Ahmya ran her gaze over him, bound and laid out before her, his cock erect in the air. Vulnerable.
He was doing this for her.
She met his gaze again. “You wouldn’t hurt me, Rekosh.”
“Please, Ahmya.” He held the rope toward her. “My need is too big. I will not risk you.”
Her heart squeezed at the desperate plea in his eyes and in his words. He truly was terrified of harming her while mating.
She walked to his side, crouched, and took hold of the rope.
“As I taught,” he grated.
Ahmya caught his wrist before he could lower it and brought his palm to her cheek. “I’m only doing this because you’re asking me to. But in my heart, I know you would never hurt me.”
“Ah, my heartsthread…” He gently stroked her cheekbone with his thumb. Then, with equal gentleness but irresistible strength, he pulled his hand away and lay his arm on the root. “Fast.”
Ahmya looped the silk rope around his wrist and tied a knot that she had practiced under his instruction many times. She tugged on the restraint, making sure it was secure, and looked at him. “It’s done.”
Rekosh curled all four hands into fists and tested the bindings himself, drawing them taut. Muscles subtly played beneath his dark hide. Then he nodded, settling the fullness of his heated gaze upon Ahmya.
“Claim me, nyleea .”
Ahmya blinked. He wanted her to claim him ?
Well, what did you expect to happen when he restrained himself?
I didn’t think that far ahead!
Biting her lower lip, she ran her gaze down Rekosh’s body, over the ridges of his chest and abdomen to the extended claspers twitching at his pelvis, until finally settling it on his straining cock .
He was hers. Hers to take.
Make him yours.
His legs were bent and propped at his sides, the tips digging into the ground. She stepped between them and rested her hand on the rounded underbelly of his hindquarters. It quivered beneath her palm. It was one of the many parts that made him so different from her, one of the many parts that made him so spiderlike. But none of that mattered. Because every part of him, even the most alien, made up who Rekosh was. And all of it was beautiful to her.
She trailed her fingers slowly along his underbelly, down, down, down the slope leading toward his slit.
His legs tensed, forcing their tips deeper into the ground, and he released a ragged breath. “Claim me, female.”
That desperate command brought her eyes back to his.
Rekosh was large, strong, and quick, but in this moment…he was at her mercy.
I’m in control .
That realization, that shift in their dynamic, sent a flare of desire to her core and awoke something new within her. It emboldened her.
Ahmya flashed him a coy smile. “Someone seems to be…in a bit of a bind. And I”—her finger traced his slit around his cock—“am now taking my time to learn my mate.”
Rekosh trembled with a chitter, the sound rougher than usual, but the brightness in his eyes didn’t diminish. His mandibles rose in a vrix smile as he squeezed his fists. “My wicked little mate…”
Her brows rose. “Wicked? When did you learn?—”
Cole.
“Never mind,” Ahmya laughed and shook her head. “But if you want wicked…”
Ahmya knelt at his side and dipped her fingers into his slit, sliding them through his slick secretions, before wrapping them around the base of his cock. It was hard and hot in her grasp, and she could feel the throbbing of his heart beats through it.
He hissed, and his pelvis twitched upward.
“Climb atop me, Ahmya. Claim me ,” he growled, one of his claspers curling around her arm.
“In a small time,” she replied with a chuckle. She lay her free hand atop his clasper, guided it off her arm, and pressed it flat against his abdomen. Then she stroked her fist up over his bulges and along his shaft.
A full shudder wracked his body.
When she reached the flaring head, she caressed the ridge with her thumb and traced the slit at the tip. Rekosh snarled and jerked his arms against the bindings, drawing her attention to him. His eyes blazed crimson, feral and hungry. His reactions stirred her desire anew, making her core clench.
She’d never done anything like this before, had never realized how empowering it could be to have someone’s pleasure at her mercy. To have this big, strong, virile male’s pleasure at her mercy.
Ahmya watched, attention divided between his face and his cock, as she pumped her fist along his length. Her hard nipples grazed his hide, sending a thrill through her with each movement of her arm, increasing her own need, which was also heightened by his heady aroma.
Rekosh’s chest heaved with his harsh breaths, and he bared his clenched fangs as he tilted his head back. “Ahmya…”
His pelvis jerked up, and seed seeped from the tip of his cock. Ahmya paused. The pearlescent white liquid beads stood out starkly against the dark red of his shaft. She swiped a finger over the head, gathering his seed. She stared at it, riveted, until impulse drove her to slip her finger between her lips.
The taste of cinnamon and cloves and something wholly Rekosh flooded her mouth. It was warm, rich, spicy, and sweet. Whatever she might’ve expected, it certainly hadn’t been this .
But oh , was he delicious.
“Shaper, unmake me!” Rekosh snarled and pulled on the ropes again.
She snapped her eyes up to his.
“Ahmya,” he coaxed, breath ragged, his brilliant eyes locked on her. “Take my stem, kir’ani vi’keishi . Let me inside you.”
Yes. She wanted him inside her too. She was done teasing him, done prolonging this mutual torment.
Releasing his trapped clasper, she braced her hands on his chest and threw a leg over his waist, straddling his abdomen. His claspers curled possessively around her thighs, urging her closer to his cock at her back.
“ Yessss . Good female,” Rekosh said, voice rough, his English nearly too distorted for her to understand. His eyes roamed over her, staring first at her breasts then shifting down to fix upon her sex, which was spread over him. “Claim your mate. Take my cock into your pussy.”
Hearing him say such crude yet delicious words sent a rush of lust through her. Rekosh had always spoken to her so sweetly, but this… This was a side of him she’d never witnessed. And she loved it.
Her hair fell forward as she leaned over him, lifted her backside, and scooted back. She peered between their bodies. The sight was erotic. Her pubic hair was wet with her slick, his claspers were gripping her thighs hard enough that they indented her skin, and most tantalizing of all, Rekosh’s glistening cock was poised beneath her spread pussy. Heat flared in her belly, and the empty ache in her core urged her to do what she so desperately wanted to do. What she so desperately needed to do.
Ahmya grasped his hard length. It twitched, and she felt his pulse throbbing through it. Holding it firm, she lined it up with her entrance and lowered herself just enough that the tip pushed inside her before she returned her hand to his chest .
Rekosh hissed, and his claspers tightened around her thighs, tugging her down a bit more. The head of his cock eased deeper inside her, stretching her, and Ahmya gasped at the stinging sensation, digging her fingers into his chest.
She tensed her thighs, halting her descent, and rose back up only as much as his claspers allowed. They abruptly tugged her down again, forcing his head deeper and stretching her further. A whimper spilled past her lips as her pussy clenched.
“Your slit. It is so hot. So tight.” Rekosh angled his head back as his legs scraped the ground and his arms strained against the ropes, making silk and wood creak. His mandibles gnashed, and his muscles stood out starkly on his hide. “Ah, my nyleea , my heartsthread. Do not stop. Take my stem. Take more.”
Gritting her teeth, Ahmya bore down on his cock. The wide head pushed deeper, and the sting sharpened, becoming an agonizing burn. She froze when the pain became unbearable. Her breath sawed in and out of her as tears of frustration welled in her eyes.
Realization came crashing down on her.
He was too big, too thick.
Ahmya bowed her head. Her body trembled with the emotion she struggled to contain. She wanted this, wanted it so badly. But she…she couldn’t do it.
At least not on her own.
“Rekosh…” she whispered.
“Take me, Ahmya,” he growled, bucking his pelvis and making her breath catch in her lungs as he bounced her upon him. The silk bindings strained, and bark splintered on the roots to which they were anchored. “More of me. All of me!”
“I can’t! I…can’t…” She lifted her head, her watery eyes meeting his. “I need you.”
Rekosh went still beneath her. “ Kir’ani vi’keishi …”
Then he snarled, and his body lurched toward her. The rope caught his arms, and wood and silk alike groaned as he fought the restraints. His chest rumbled with exertion. Ahmya felt the overwhelming tension in him through every point of contact between their bodies, felt the tremors coursing through him, the heat radiating from him, the consuming need.
Wood cracked, the sound as jarring as booming thunder, when the roots securing his lower arms snapped. Bits of bark and dirt sprayed the air. His lower hands were suddenly upon her hips, rough and warm, their claws digging into her skin. His upper arms, still restrained by the bindings, were clenched in tight fists.
Their gazes met an instant before Rekosh slammed Ahmya down upon him while thrusting his pelvis up, sinking his cock deep.
Searing pain tore through Ahmya, stealing her breath and making her vision go white.
When the world came back into focus, she discovered that she had fallen upon Rekosh, and she was now staring down at his chest with her nails curled into his hide. Panting breaths escaped her. There was an immense fullness pulsing between her thighs, accompanied by a burning ache.
Maybe she should have been more frightened of his size, because she’d felt as though she’d been cleaved in half the moment he’d thrust into her. She’d known the first time would be painful, had known that his size would be part of the reason as he breached her untried body, but come on!
Rekosh’s chest rose and fell with his own harsh breaths, each of which was punctuated by a growl. His hands held her hips in a viselike grip, and his body quaked beneath her.
“ Vi’keishi ?” His voice was gravelly and bore an undertone of distress.
“I’m okay,” she said softly. “I just…need a moment.”
“ Ul ahn’vi selyek . Please.”
A very small time.
Ahmya looked up at him and chuckled, unable to ignore the humor in his impatience. But that chuckle was cut short when she settled farther down upon his shaft and the thicker bulge at its base stretched her pussy yet more.
Rekosh stiffened, fingers flexing as his cock twitched inside her. He made a low, ragged sound that might’ve been another growl—but it might also have been her name. The sound traveled through him and into her, vibrating against her clit and making her breath hitch.
She felt the pounding of his hearts beneath her palms and their echo in her core, where his cock was buried deep. The pain that had been so acute was fading into the abyss.
Ahmya wiggled experimentally, and when there was no pain, she braced herself up on her hands and lifted her hips, feeling the slow slide of his cock expanding her from within. A shiver of delight flitted through her, and she lowered herself once more. The pain was now all but gone. All that remained was utter, blissful fullness.
“ Axin vux syth ,” he rasped as his legs shifted, raking the ground as though to find purchase. He angled his pelvis up and stared at his cock as it disappeared into her body. Rekosh bared his fangs. “Hot as fire, smooth and soft as silk. My flower. My nyleea .”
He met her gaze and bit out, “ Mine .”
Ahmya stared into his crimson eyes as she continued to slowly ride him, taking him as deep as she could. Each stroke fed that burning desire in her core, that need for more. This was what she had hoped for. What she’d dreamed of. This was not just the sensation, but the closeness—the intimacy—she’d craved for so long.
And she was sharing it with Rekosh.
“Yours,” she moaned breathlessly. Her lashes fluttered, but she kept her eyes open, unwilling to look away from him.