Chapter 18
Alina
Ilay under him, dazed and pliant, vaguely aware there were some important things I was supposed to think about, like the possible life-changing consequences to our fucking, but my brain had shut off. I didn’t know whether Voss was an exceptional lover or if it was some hormonal magic, but having sex with him was so much better than I ever imagined it would be.
My stomach and tits were sticky with cum that shot out of his other cock, and yet, I didn’t mind at all. I drifted in the happy daze, looking into Voss’s golden eyes as he traced my cheek with his scaly knuckle. My thighs were wide open on either side of his hips, and he still moved with small, barely-there thrusts, as if trying to get even deeper inside me.
“How do you feel?” he asked hoarsely, stroking my eyebrow with a gentle, reverent touch.
“Loopy. My brain won’t turn on,” I said with a slow smile.
Voss returned it, then pulled slightly back, looking at the length of my body. He hissed and ran his finger down my stomach, gathering his shimmery release.
“I had no idea cum was so pretty,” I blurted out with a low laugh.
“You like it? Maybe it’s not completely wasted, then. But I’d rather it was all inside you. I want you to be filled with it every day.”
My smile vanished, replaced by a breathy sigh. Voss brought his finger up and hovered it over my lips, his eyes glittering with a question. I opened my mouth, and he coated the inside of my lower lip with his cum.
Before he could take his finger away, I sucked it into my mouth, and we both groaned when his cock bucked inside me.
“Gods, ssalamiya. Such a naughty mouth you have. I think it’s time for the next round.”
He pulled out of me with a wet sound and knelt between my legs, looking down with clear adoration. It made me want to cover myself, it was so intense. No one had ever looked at me like that.
I watched curiously as he produced a beautiful crystal bottle of oil. Anticipation and worry fluttered in my belly, but I shoved them mercilessly aside. I was going to do this. Because if I was going to stay, I had to commit fully. No more trust issues. No more waiting for hurt and betrayal.
And it started here, with me saying yes.
When Voss looked up, his eyes swallowed by the gold, his face tight with lust, I was ready. I nodded and lay back, breathing deeply to relax even as my belly squirmed with excitement and worry.
I expected him to get right to work preparing me, so when he pressed his lips to my clit, I gasped in surprise. He sucked gently while his tongue ran slow circles around me, and soon my breathing grew ragged, heat pooling in my stomach.
He brought me higher and higher, the pleasure tightening inside me until I forgot what was supposed to happen and let myself drown in the sensations. That was when he did it. When I grew louder, moaning out my appreciation for his skillful tongue, he licked lower, and lower, his finger replacing his mouth on my clit as his tongue met my hole.
I jerked with a broken moan, because the area exploded with pleasure, and gods, but I wanted him to keep going. The last tingles of worry disappeared and there was only the promise of ecstasy, growing more real and potent with every swipe of his willing tongue.
He kissed me there like he loved that part of me—like he loved all parts of me. That sensation, of being accepted and wanted everywhere, overshadowed even the physical. Tremors ran through me, one after another. As he brought me to a slow, rolling orgasm with his fingers while his mouth kissed me to perfection, my chest grew light and full with gratitude.
I was silent when ecstasy hit, body tense and arched into him. He slipped his tongue inside me right before I peaked and then rumbled deep in his chest as I slowly came down from the high, panting and gripping the sheets.
My body was spent and weak, and it felt like I was one with the mattress. Voss pulled back and looked up, mouth twisting in satisfaction when he saw me.
“You’re beautiful when you let me undo you,” he said softly, opening the bottle. “Stay just like this. So soft and luminous. My breathtaking queen with stars in her eyes.”
He called me breathtaking, and yet it was my breath that hitched from his words. When he bent my knee and pulled my leg higher, baring me completely, I let him. When he coated his fingers in the oil and stroked me gently, I let him, too, and when his finger slipped inside me, I rewarded him with a moan.
His eyes flicked between my ass and face like he couldn’t decide which sight was better. When I relaxed enough for his finger to go all the way in, to the last knuckle, his eyes flared with heat and he watched, transfixed, working it in and out of me.
When he looked up, the intensity on his face took me aback.
“This is it, ssalamiya,” he whispered hoarsely, leaning in to drop a soft kiss on my lips. “This is the moment that makes it all worth it. Everything, the pain and grief, and all. Because my mate is here, and soon, we’ll both be joined into one.”
I thought it was just sex, and the naughty kind, too. But he made it sound otherworldly, almost. Maybe even sacred. Now, I couldn’t help but feel glad I agreed. I really wanted to experience this with him.
When he added a second finger, I did my best to breathe through the sting, worried he would call it off if I said something. Voss noticed my discomfort and leaned in to take my clit in his mouth. Between the gentle, fluid movements of his slickened fingers and the skillful caresses of his tongue, the pain soon faded, and I canted my hips, breathlessly asking for more.
Instead of getting me off again, he gave my thrumming, swollen clit a gentle kiss and pulled back, watching his fingers as they disappeared inside me and emerged. I felt warm and relaxed, so when he pulled out and coated his lower cock in the oil, I felt no fear. Only anticipation and lust.
I propped myself up on my elbows to watch, admiring my monster. The candle light slid over his scales, bathing them in a warm, golden gleam. His tail flicked in anticipation, his body strong, movements purposeful.
Every time our eyes met, dark, furry moths took flight in my stomach. I couldn’t name this feeling, but it was warm, thrilling, and heady. It was intimacy and being hidden together in the dark, basking in the golden glow of the candles, whispering sweet words meant for nobody else. Just us.
The air smelled like the oil, sweet and woodsy with delicate perfume, and like him—clean and male. My pussy tightened with need, even though I came already.
I wanted more.
His cocks jutted out between his legs, one stacked on top of the other, dark green skin clashing with the raw redness of the heads. Voss stroked his lower cock a few times, and I swallowed thickly, unable to look away as he slickened the swollen, smooth glans with his thumb. It glistened with the oil.
“Will you look at me all through it, my love?” he asked.
I nodded before I fully understood the question, because he called me my love, and it felt like he really meant it. Like I was his, and he loved me.
“Lie back then.”
I did, obeying him with a sigh. That, too, helped me relax and welcome him. He knew what he wanted and he asked for it, and that was enough for me to give it.
He pushed my legs far, far apart, his breathing fast and shaky as he stole long, admiring looks at all my holes, bared and available to him. When he nestled himself between my legs, he dropped his forehead to mine and just stayed there for a long moment, shaking with every exhale.
I stroked his arms and shoulders, then cupped his cheek, trying to pull him in for a kiss. He didn’t come, though. Instead, he pushed his face into my hand like a cat begging for a caress.
“Gods, ssalamiya,” he murmured into my palm, the scales on his outer thighs pressing into the soft skin of my inner ones. “I waited so long for this. And now I am afraid.”
I blinked up at him in confusion. His face twisted in pain, and he nuzzled into my palm.
“Afraid of what?” I whispered, the candle-lit darkness making me reluctant to speak up.
“That I don’t deserve you,” he answered, his golden eyes flashing open and staring into mine with anguish and hope. “I don’t, I know I don’t. But I’ll have you anyway, because you’re here and you’re mine, and I could never let you go. I’ll spend all my life making it up to you.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. The moths took off in a flurry of delighted wings. My insides tightened with longing, pleasure, and everything I felt for him, and it was at once too much and too little to give it a name. I stroked his cheek.
“Come inside, husband,” I whispered finally, when he released a shaky breath and closed his eyes, unmoving. “Come home.”