Chapter 22
CHAPTER 22
Ahmya’s dream faded as her eyes opened. Though the details were already lost, she knew she’d been dreaming of Earth.
Except she wasn’t on Earth. She wasn’t in a bed with a pillow and a mattress, wasn’t curled up in a comfy blanket. She was lying on her side upon a nest of the softest fluffed silk, wrapped in the strong, warm arms of a vrix.
The arms of her vrix.
Rekosh held her to his chest with her head tucked beneath his chin and all four of his arms—along with both claspers—banded around her. She smiled, closed her eyes, and breathed in her mate’s spicy teak and amber scent. It languidly spread through her, stirring desire in her core.
Ahmya idly brushed her fingers over Rekosh’s chest. Even her pallet in her little home in Kaldarak wasn’t as cozy as this. The fluffed silk cushioned their bodies, cradling them in the gentlest embrace. It was like lying on a cloud. There’d been no need for a blanket; her mate provided all the warmth she could ever have wanted. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept so well. Maybe she never had.
She snuggled closer against her vrix.
Something hard dug into her belly.
Ahmya stilled, and her eyes snapped open. Was that… Could it be?
She pressed her body even closer.
Yep, that was definitely a bulge in his pelvis.
Ahmya grinned. She still had so much to learn about her mate, but his cock was the most intriguing mystery to her. She’d seen it, had stroked it from base to tip, had taken it fully inside her, yet she couldn’t explain what she’d felt when Rekosh had orgasmed. Something had fluttered within her.
You could find out what it was.
Ahmya chewed on her lower lip as temptation flowed through her, causing heat to pool low in her belly. Her finger twitched upon his hide.
He’s aroused. You could relieve him, pleasure him.
She recalled the feel of his cock in her hand, the way he’d quivered beneath her touch, the way he’d responded to her. Most of all, she recalled that delicious taste of him.
This time, she wanted more than a taste.
Slowly, Ahmya slid her hand down between their bodies, along the ridges of Rekosh’s chest and abdomen, loving the way his hide felt against her palm. Her fingers trailed over the mound at his pelvis, stopping when she reached the top of his slit. It was slightly parted, allowing some of his secretions to seep out and granting her access to the barest amount of inner flesh.
Her breath stuttered. Though she was the one touching Rekosh, the heat in her core flared, filling her with desire, with need.
Ahmya dipped her finger into his slit.
It was hot and wet.
A low, appreciative purr rumbled in Rekosh’s chest, and his claspers curled more possessively around her hips. “I have never had so pleasant an awakening, kir’ani vi’keishi . ”
Warmth suffused her cheeks as she pressed her face against Rekosh’s chest and quickly withdrew her hand from his slit.
“Good morning,” she squeaked.
One of his hands smoothed along her back. The tips of his claws grazed her skin, sending delightful shivers along her spine. “My mate is bold while I sleep. Should I close my eyes so you may again find your boldness?”
Ahmya chuckled and shook her head. “No.”
Chittering softly, Rekosh rubbed his chin atop her head. “I have been awake for some time.”
Oh. Well, then…
She teasingly brushed her fingers back and forth across his lower abdomen. “Can I touch you some more?”
A tremor ran through him. His hand continued down, gliding over her ass. “You need never ask.”
Ahmya’s pussy clenched from his touch and the gravelly tone of his voice. As much as she yearned to guide his hand between her thighs again, to have him stroke her clit and alleviate that ever-growing ache, she wanted to discover what pleasure she could provide him more.
She pulled back, and Rekosh loosened his hold on her enough to allow her to meet his gaze. “Can you lie on your back for me?”
Rekosh’s mandibles rose, and a wicked gleam shone in his crimson eyes. “Will I need to draw silk bindings again?”
Excitement washed through her. “Hmm… No, not this time. Hold off as long as you can for me, and then, well…” She pressed a kiss to his mouth. “You can have me any way you want me.”
“Ah, my nyleea …” The warmth radiating from his body seemed to intensify before he withdrew his arms and rolled onto his back. He spread his arms out to the sides upon the fluffed silk. “I am yours, Ahmya. Touch me as you desire.”
Smiling, Ahmya pushed herself up onto her knees and looked down at Rekosh. Daylight lit up their little haven, granting her full view of her mate. Him being sprawled out like this, with his six legs slightly bent on either side, only showcased how big he truly was. He stared at her, those wicked eyes aglow, mandibles raised in a smile, and his long braid lying on the silk beside him.
She trailed her gaze down his body to his groin. The bulge at his pelvis had grown, and his slit had parted further, revealing the glistening red flesh within. His claspers relaxed against his hide.
Ahmya lightly placed the tip of her middle finger on the edge of his slit and slowly traced it. She felt the flesh quiver, watched as it opened wider, heard the catch in Rekosh’s breathing. And then, he groaned low and deep as his long, thick cock extruded, its deep crimson beckoning her.
Settling one hand on the raised curve of his underbelly for support, she leaned closer.
Red should’ve been a warning. Red should’ve meant danger. But when it came to Rekosh, all she wanted to do was get closer. All she wanted was to touch.
She curled her fingers around his cock and stroked.
He shuddered and tipped his head back as he clenched fluffed silk in his fists. “Shaper, unmake me… Ah, female, do not stop.”
His plea sent a bolt of lust straight to her core.
Keeping a firm grip on his length, Ahmya pumped her hand up and down in a steady rhythm from the bulges at the base to the wide tip. His cock was hot and slippery with his oils, gliding against her palm, and it reminded her of how good it had felt as he’d thrust in and out of her pussy, of how the ridge of his thick head had massaged her inner walls in all the perfect places.
Rekosh tensed and arched his back. His cock twitched and pulsed, keeping its own rapid pace to match that of his thumping hearts. His spicy scent permeated her senses, growing stronger with each passing moment, intensifying the hollow ache in her core.
Ahmya watched him. Watched the way his body moved, the way he fought to restrain himself, watched the way he tried to keep his eyes upon her but was helpless as they drifted closed with pleasure.
He was beautiful, sensual, a creature as deadly as he was seductive.
And he was hers.
My monster. My mate.
She tightened her grip. His oils coated her palm and dripped over her hand. Her clit thrummed, and her core clenched with need. She squeezed her thighs together, but the pressure did nothing to help her discomfort. Even her soft silk dress was unbearable against her sensitive skin—it was restrictive and abrasive, almost painful as it rubbed against her hard nipples.
“I smell…your want, vi’keishi ,” he rasped, opening his eyes to look at her.
Ahmya’s lips parted as she stared into his eyes.
God, did she want him. She’d never understood how desire could hurt, how it could make someone burn from within, but it was consuming her now.
Rekosh placed a clawed hand on her thigh and squeezed, letting her feel the pricks of his claws. “Is your pussy wet for me?”
“Yes,” Ahmya said breathlessly.
He growled and tugged on her dress. “Let me see you. Let me see my pretty mate.”
Ahmya didn’t hesitate. Releasing his cock, she raised her ass, gripped the hem of her dress, and tugged it up her body and over her head, eager to be rid of it. The drag of the fabric across her nipples sent a shiver through her.
Trilling, Rekosh brushed the backs of his fingers up her belly, making her skin quiver. “There you are. So soft, so beautiful…”
Just before his hand could reach her breast, Ahmya caught his wrist and halted its progress. As heavily as she longed for his touch, she knew letting him go further would make it impossible to curtail her desire for him to touch her elsewhere. More than anything right now, she wanted his pleasure. She wanted to see him come apart, wanted to unveil the mystery of what she’d felt so deep inside her.
“Not yet,” she said.
“Not yet?”
Placing his hand back upon her thigh, Ahmya braced herself over him, once more closing her fingers around the base of his cock.
He drew in a shaky breath, eyes never leaving hers.
She lowered her head until her mouth hovered above the tip of his cock. “I want to taste you first.”
Ahmya closed her lips around the head of his cock and sucked.
His legs tensed and dug into the fluffed silk, and his arms went rigid, pushing his torso up as he growled her name. She moaned as his cinnamon and cloves flavor flooded her mouth. The small taste she’d had before couldn’t compare to this. He was delicious; he was divine . She twirled her tongue around the ridged head of his cock and dipped it into his slit for more.
Rekosh hissed and gripped her thigh tighter, curling his claws into her skin. Their sting only added to her need. She lifted her head off him and panted as she caught her breath. A shudder wracked his body, and his cock twitched in her grasp. She watched avidly as seed seeped from the tip and slid down the shaft.
“Ahmya…” Rekosh rasped in a broken plea.
Dipping her head, she flattened her tongue against his shaft and ran it up. She flicked it over the tip, catching the seed and his oils upon it, gathering as much of his taste as she could before taking the head into her mouth once more.
“ Fuck! ” Rekosh snarled.
That word—that vulgar, wicked, human word—coming from her mate in reaction to what she was doing was the most arousing thing Ahmya had ever heard. He’d instilled it with such passion, with such unbridled need. Gaze flicking to his face, Ahmya sucked and licked his cock, thirsty and eager for more as she stroked his shaft with her hand to make up for what she couldn’t take into her mouth.
“Ah, kir’ani nyleea , kir’ani vi’keishi .” The reverence in his voice belied the struggle apparent in his body. His muscles strained, flexing and stretching beneath his hide as his legs dug deeper and deeper, tearing into the fluffed silk while his claws pulled up clumps of it. The possessive hand he had upon her thigh twitched and shifted erratically, moving to her hip, then her back, up toward her hair and back down again after hesitating. Like he didn’t know where to place it, didn’t know where he wanted to place it.
Finally, he settled his lower hands on her head, his fingers threading through her hair, claws pricking her scalp. He growled as her head bobbed upon him. Her jaw burned from his girth, but Rekosh tasted too good for her to stop.
Cool air whispered over her hot sex, and Ahmya parted her thighs with a groan. Her core clenched, empty and achy, and her pussy wept with arousal.
She needed relief. She needed…
Ahmya slipped her free hand between her thighs and stroked her clit. A whimpering moan escaped her, vibrating into his cock as pleasure sparked in her belly.
“No.” Rekosh’s voice rumbled like thunder, a sound Ahmya felt more than heard, as he grasped her arm and forced her hand away from her pussy. “ Mine .”
Before she could even vocalize her protest at the sudden halt of her self-pleasure, Rekosh had grabbed hold of her and plucked her up. Ahmya gasped as his big, strong hands clutched her hips, and she clamped hers atop them as he lifted her over his body.
He brought her down so she was straddling his head, facing away from him—looking down his long, powerful, sensual vrix body at the glistening cock she’d had in her mouth only a moment ago.
“Rekosh, what?—”
“Need you, nyleea ,” he growled, words clipped and harsh, before he thrust his tongue into her pussy.
Ahmya cried out. His tongue plunged into her again and again, rubbing along her inner walls and another secret place that set her every nerve alight, stoking her pleasure higher and higher. It made her burn with need. And God, she needed Rekosh as much as he needed her. Needed his words, his touch, needed his long, flexible tongue to keep fucking her like this.
She writhed, but he held her firm, allowing no escape, so she clutched him with her hands and thighs. He groaned, and she felt it vibrate into her, amplifying the ecstasy.
One of his lower hands took hold of her calf, further ensuring she could not move away even if she’d wanted to. The other slid down his torso slowly, teasingly, trailing over the armorlike ridges of his chest and abdomen with a nonchalance at odds with the ravenous, frenzied motions of his tongue.
Her eyes widened when his hand curled around the base of his shaft. Ahmya’s tongue slipped out without conscious thought, trailing over her lips to lick up his lingering taste. His long fingers encircled his cock fully, stroking up and down, and Ahmya watched, gaze fixated on those motions as Rekosh’s tongue delved in and out of her.
Pleasure seared her, spreading through her like wildfire. She panted, gripping his hands, feeling every thrust, twist, and swirl of his tongue. The flames of passion took hold of her, and she yielded to her need. Yielded to him. Her body moved of its own accord, bouncing upon his tongue, craving for it to go deeper, seeking all the pleasure it could give her.
But she did not look away from his cock. Did not look away from that hand stroking it, quickening with his every hot, ragged breath against her wet pussy.
“Rekosh,” Ahmya moaned, her hands leaving his to cup her breasts. She pinched her nipples hard. The sharp pain shot through her, straight to her clit, and she gasped, grinding her cleft against his hard mouth. “Don’t stop. Please, please don’t stop. Please. This feels so good.”
Fingers and claws digging into the flesh of her thighs, Rekosh snarled. The vibrations against her clit were all she needed. Ecstasy crashed through her, suffusing her entire being. She writhed atop him, her inner walls contracting as liquid heat flooded her.
Rekosh only tightened his hold, like he never intended to let go. He lapped at her, lavished her, drank from her, his grunts and growls only prolonging the pleasure assailing her. He licked her like a creature dying of a thirst that could not be quenched.
Ahmya’s thighs quivered. She fell forward, catching herself with her hands on his chest, but he did not relent as he ravaged her pussy, his tongue flicking her clit. Another wave of heat burst from her.
“Rekosh!” she cried out as she undulated against his mouth, lost in the exquisite torment. “Yes, yes, yes! Mmmph! Oh God, don’t stop, my luveen , my love.”
With a growl, Rekosh tensed, and his back arched, thrusting his pelvis up. Despite the overwhelming, unrelenting pleasure he was giving her, Ahmya didn’t let her eyelids shut. She watched as his cock twitched, as it swelled in his fist, as his claspers stretched as though reaching for something, someone, to take hold of .
Then Rekosh groaned low and deep as a great shudder wracked his body. Streams of white cum spurted from his cock, landing on his abdomen, and three tendrils unfurled from its slit, fluttering in the air.
Her eyes widened. Those were what she’d felt inside her, what had brought her so much pleasure. They were long and thin, with featherlike ends that resembled moth antennae. Her core clenched at the memory of them within her and how good they’d felt.
Rekosh’s legs scraped at the fluffed silk, and his fingers bit into her flesh. He clutched at his cock as those tendrils continued to rapidly flutter.
“Ahmya,” he rasped, his body easing down onto the silk. “ Kir elad rayathi’zak .”
I am unwoven.
He exhaled, his breath hot against her sex, before giving her pussy another long, leisurely lick. “You are so wet for me.”
Ahmya’s breath hitched, yet she couldn’t help but smile. The tenderness of his tongue after such intensity was welcome, providing a different sort of pleasure. It filled her with delight that he’d wanted to eat her out far more than he’d wanted her mouth on his cock.
“You wanted me that badly?” she asked with a soft chuckle.
“Yes. Nothing in all the Tangle is as sweet as you,” he purred, lapping at her again, swirling his tongue over her clit. “My beautiful little flower.”
She arched back against his mouth with a moan as her fingers curled against his hide.
His body shuddered and tensed once more, and his pelvis gyrated. Those tendrils quickened their motions, drawing her attention back to his cock as more seed jetted from it, running down his shaft and over the hand still clamped around it.
Rekosh’s groan pulsed into her .
“Your taste alone could keep me spilling my seed all day, Ahmya. All for you.”
Curiously, she reached out and lightly brushed her fingertips over those tendrils. They were firm, but soft, almost like touching the bristles of a feather.
He bucked beneath her, tightening his grip on her hips. “Ahmya!”
They’re so sensitive…
The discovery filled her wicked glee.
Leaning forward, Ahmya twirled her tongue around the tendrils.
Rekosh hissed, body going rigid as his cock released another stream of cum, which she eagerly licked up. Snarling, he lifted Ahmya, pulling her away from his cock. Her world spun as he turned her to face him with her legs on either side of his body. Her hands fell on his shoulders, and her wide, shocked eyes met his. There was something feral in his gaze, something predatory. A hint of danger that sent a rush of excitement through her.
Banding an arm around her, Rekosh rolled aside and shoved himself upright, drawing her along with him and keeping their bodies parallel. She felt the jolt as he planted his leg joints on the ground and clamped his lower hands on her ass to hold her up. His claspers hooked around her thighs, and the tip of his cock notched against her entrance, its tendrils stroking her clit.
Ahmya’s breath hitched at the pleasurable sensation.
“I will spill no more seed until I am inside you, kir’ani vi’keishi .” Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he gripped her hips and thrust deep inside her as he brought her down hard.
The stretch was immediate, and Ahmya threw her head back with a silent, breathy cry. The pain was swift, but the sensation that accompanied the fullness and those fluttering tendrils quickly overcame any discomfort. Her pussy clamped around his shaft .
“Rekosh,” she whispered, nails digging into the hide of his shoulders as unadulterated pleasure uncoiled within her, spreading through her limbs.
Grasping her hips, he lifted her slightly, withdrawing his cock nearly to the tip, and slammed her back down upon him, stealing her breath again. Before she could recover, he thrust into her again and again, setting a frenzied pace that had his claws digging into her skin and his exhalations coming in ragged growls.
When her head tilted back and her lashes fluttered shut, he caught her jaw and forced her face back toward his.
“ Losak’ven dun ,” he commanded. “Eyes on mine.”
Panting, Ahmya did as he commanded. As much as her eyes wanted to roll back in her head in pleasure, as much as her eyelids wanted to close, she held his gaze as he rutted her.
It was raw, untamed, bestial, and all Ahmya could do was wrap her legs around him and hold on as he used her body. His hide scraped her inner thighs, his claws pricked her skin, and he held her so tightly she knew she’d end up with more bruises, but she didn’t care. She wanted it all. She wanted Rekosh and everything he had to give her, whether loving or fierce.
She surrendered to him completely.
Ahmya touched her forehead to his headcrest and slid a hand into his braided hair, gripping it. With every pound of his cock inside her body, she uttered his name. His strokes were hard, brutal, and deep, and she only wanted him deeper, deeper, deeper. Wanted to feel the delicious burn and utter fullness from his bulges.
Shivers coursed through her, and those tendrils caressed her from within, a tender contrast to the savagery of his thrusts.
The pleasure coiling in her belly, winding tighter and tighter, sharpened until she felt like she could take no more. Rapture burst through her .
Ahmya wound her arms around Rekosh’s neck as her entire body constricted and a scream of pleasure tore from her throat.
“ Ahmya ,” Rekosh rasped, his body trembling as he slammed into her one final time before his cock swelled.
Clutching her tight against him, he roared, and heat bloomed within her core as he filled her with his seed. The movements of those tendrils intensified, stimulating her cervix, sending Ahmya into another release. She moaned and ground her pussy down on his slit, keeping his bulges lodged deep, unwilling to let this moment end.
It seemed Rekosh was just as unwilling, as he kept his hands locked on her hips, ensuring that his cock remained buried in her, sealing his seed inside, while they both shuddered through one orgasm after another, each less potent than the last but no less pleasurable.
When the fluttering of those tendrils finally stopped, Ahmya sagged against him. Her limbs were trembling and weak, and her body was coated in perspiration.
She pressed a kiss to Rekosh’s neck. “I love you.”
He gently nuzzled the bite mark on her shoulder as he combed his claws through her hair. “You are woven into my spirit, my heartsthread.”