Chapter 31 #4
His hands move to my breasts, his touch growing bolder, more possessive.
When I'm naked under his hungry gaze, he takes my hips and pulls me closer, his touch still careful but now edged with hunger. As soon as his lips engulf my pussy, heat spreads through me like wildfire, burning away every thought except him. All I can do is hold onto his hair, gripping it like the pommel of a saddle on a bucking horse. My pulse races, thundering in my ears, every nerve ending crackling under his touch as his tongue lavishes my clit. My stomach flips, a nervous, weightless flutter that feels like I’m galloping.
My fingers tingle where they clutch at his scales, the edges rough against my palms. Pressure builds behind my ribs, a deep ache that feels like it might break me open, and I realize it’s not just desire—it’s relief. Relief that he’s here, that I’m here, that he’s him.
“Arture,” I cry. Then louder, “Arture!”
He chuckles against my pussy, the sound filling me with light.
The strokes of his tongue turn merciless, and a faint, dizzying lightheadedness washes over me.
The world narrows down to just this moment—his lips, his hands, the way he’s holding me like I’m something precious.
My cheeks feel warm, my throat tight, and tears prick at the corners of my eyes, though I don’t even know why.
It’s just… too much, too intense, and I don’t want it to end.
And through it all, warmth blooms deep in my chest, spreading outward like sunlight breaking through a storm. “I… I'm gonna—”
He hums, deep and low, a noise of intense satisfaction, and it tips me over the edge. I come in an explosion of feeling, every nerve alight, my muscles pulsing as fire spreads over my limbs.
I definitely scream.
Once the stars fade and my nerves reawaken, I tip my head up to look between my legs. Arture’s immensely satisfied grin as he licks his lips of my juices makes my stomach flip. His beard glistens with my essence, and the sight sends a shock straight to my core.
“I want you. Inside me,” I say. My voice is hoarse already.
“Then you shall have me.” He gets to his feet and pulls out the CNULG box from his pocket.
“That survived all our shenanigans?” I ask in wonder.
“Of course. CNULG is very important to lonely, heartsick clones dreaming of their very own mates.”
My chest aches. “Aw.”
He winces as he massages the CNULG into a paste. “I should have realized you’d feel for them. Don’t pay attention to them, pay attention to your very own lonely, heartsick clone.”
Mine. I raise an eyebrow at him. “I wouldn’t dare to claim you, Arture. You’d slide right out of my fingers.”
He drops his trousers, his golden cock straining toward me as if to say, ‘That one.’ As he sheathes it with the CNULG rubber, he says, “I’d happily stay in your hands, Nic-coal, because you’ll take care of me. So, please…” He takes a shuffling step closer to me, favoring his bad leg. “Claim me.”
There’s a smoldering intensity to his face that goes beyond mere banter. He’s laying his hearts bare to me tonight, putting it all out for me, the good and the bad.
This is more than making love. It’s a promise. It’s redemption. “I claim you, Arture Samarastock.”
His face lights up at my words, as joyous as I’ve ever seen him. It lifts all the shadows from his scales, leaving him pure molten gold.
“You’re hurting.” I point to his left leg.
He crawls over the top of me, pressing his burnished chest scales to my bare breasts. My phoenix, burned and reborn, rising from the ashes.
“I’ll be fine,” he asserts. “I want to be inside you more.”
“I don’t doubt your toughness, but it’ll distract me to think of you in pain.” Using the upper body strength of a large animal vet, I grab his shoulders and twist, placing him gently onto his back next to me.
His mouth drops open at being handled so effectively, and then his eyes widen to match when I throw my leg over his hips, cowgirl style. He’s so big I can’t lay my shins either side of the sofa, I have to plant the soles of my feet on either side of him instead.
I lean down, brushing my breasts against his chest to mirror our positions from a few seconds ago, and whisper, “I want to go for a ride.”
Fire burns in his eyes. His large hands cup my ass, one hot and one cold as he lifts me, supporting my weight to hover over his cock. It flutters against my entrance, the feathers flickering wildly over my clit and sending ripples of warmth over my nerves.
And his cock splits.
The main part of his cock engorges, the head flaring into a blunt spear, weeping precum.
The new secondary cock attached also grows, wrapping around the thicker cock like a vine.
It pushes along the side of the shaft and up toward my spread legs, the smaller head peeling open like a bud blooming.
Each time it’s ruffles stroke across my skin, Arture writhes with pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of his head.
The cocks are stunning. “Wow.”
Eye hazy with ecstasy, Arture pants, “It's never done that before.”
“Can you control it, or is it involuntary?”
He shakes his head. “It has a mind of its own—ah!”
The bud leaps up and latches onto my clit. Pleasure pumps across me in waves, driving heat over my skin and deep inside my core.
I come almost instantly, shaking and screaming on top of Arture, clinging on to his forearms. He holds me perfectly in place, but I need more.
“I need… to be… inside,” he gasps out.
I nod. I can't think, can't string words together.
He pulls my ass down, sliding me onto his thick blunt cock, the smaller bud still latched onto my clit. Groans rip from his throat and he bucks, gripping my hips so hard I'll have bruises later.
Heat rushes through me, and not just from arousal.
From healing.
For the first time in my life, I’m not being endured. I’m being cherished. My body, the one I’d hidden, hated, apologized for, is the source of his unraveling.
Not because it’s perfect, but because it’s me.
He moves me up and down, each stroke lighting me up inside, stretching me, filling me. His cock swells, pushing against my walls, the blunt head bumping my G-spot with each gentle thrust.
“Nic-coal.” Sweat trickles down Arture’s scales, muscles tensing. As if he’s struggling to hold on.
I put my hand over his and ease my hips closer to him, deeper this time, testing the stretch, the fullness. My breath catches, and Arture freezes instantly.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I say quickly, squeezing his hand before he can pull away. “Don’t stop.”
He swallows hard, nodding. “Good. You’re… so good, Nic-coal.” His voice breaks, and it undoes me. This strong guy, broken multiple times and reforged, shattering again, but this time for me.
He resumes, slower, watching like he’s savoring every one of my reactions. Slowly, we work toward a peak together, but instead of eyeing the edge like I might fall off, Arture’s firm hold fills me with the reassurance to let go.
His composure begins to fray at the edges, breaths losing rhythm, forehead raising to mine as he pushes deeper. I open my legs wider, and he glides in so our hips press together.
A memory surfaced unbidden. Logan’s voice, years ago: You should be grateful anyone wants you.
The shame that memory used to bring… doesn’t land the same now. Because Arture’s trembling, like touching me is the greatest gift he’s ever been given.
The tiny fibers of his bud flicker along my clit as if to polish every cell of it. Warm pulses synchronize between his cocks.
“I… I…” It’s his turn to be incoherent.
“Yes,” I say, and his strokes gather speed, stroking my g-spot, firing up every nerve.
As pleasure builds, I don’t muffle my sounds or turn my face away. I move above him, letting him see me wanting.
Every one of my reactions seems to pull him further apart, breaths breaking, movements losing their careful rhythm.
Watching him unravel like that rewrites something inside me. I cling to him as the sensation rolls through me, not hiding, not apologizing.
Arture gasps, “Nic-coal.” The sound of my name on his lips pushes me over the edge. I can't handle it, I'm exploding, I'm coming, and he's coming too, pumping cum into the CNULG so it bloats inside me.
Holy fuck.
He pulls me down and buries his face against my shoulder with a broken sound, half-pleasure, half-disbelief. Like he can’t believe he’s been allowed this. Allowed me.
“Nic-coal.” My name rumbles through the blackened expanse of his chest. I run my palm over the dark scales, soft as suede against me.
Arture’s lips are warm against my forehead.
A tightness ratchets in my chest, a strange ache, like my heart is expanding and shattering at the same time.
My breath catches as his hand presses against the small of my back, pulling me closer, and a soft shiver runs down my spine, spreading warmth to the pit of my belly.
It’s overwhelming. Too much and not enough all at once.
“I love you,” I say.
His arms tighten. “I've always loved you. From the moment you smashed me over the head with the sedative, I knew you were my match. Thank you for… taming me.”
“You domesticated yourself,” I say with a smile against his scales, which click as he settles.
And a gentle warmth radiates from his chest, as if his own joy glows from inside him.