26. Fallon
26
FALLON
“ Y ou could do it now,” Darcy told me. Instantly, my cock spewed against the strained leather of my trousers. I’d already been on the tremulous verge of ejaculation from the glorious taste of her on my tongue. But her words tipped me over, sending excitement racing down my spine and into my cock.
I tensed, clenching my fangs together, trying to slow the spill of pleasure and mostly succeeding. I was still hard, though. Still needing her badly.
“I can… I can mate you?” I hissed through my tense teeth. I wanted to make sure I’d heard correctly. That my greed for her hadn’t warped my perception of her words.
“Yes,” she whispered. I dared a glance up at her and nearly came again. She was holding up her skirt for me so prettily. Her expression, often hard to read, was open and lusty, hot colour staining her cheeks.
I did not need to be told again. I surged unsteadily to my feet. I had planned to walk with her inside and to the bed. All the diagrams in my book showed humans mating in a bed. But Darcy’s hands were already at my belt, tugging impatiently.
I’d thought my wedding was the best day of my life.
This was also the best day of my life.
I had so many more best days to come with my wife that I nearly tipped over with the force of that joy.
My life is so beautiful now , I thought, watching with near-wretched adoration as she finally tugged open my belt and trousers with a smirk of triumph. I helped her to shove the trousers down, fully freeing my wet and aching shaft. Her slender fingers gripped me, and I moaned. My cock tail spasmed, looking for something to latch on to.
“Bend your knees a little. Or lift me up,” Darcy instructed, her eyes bright as she watched her fingers encircle my cock. I scooped her up, my hands firm beneath her bottom. Immediately, her thighs spread wide, wrapping around me, her back arching.
“Now just put yourself… Ooh. Just like that. You’ve got it,” she murmured encouragingly as the leaking tip of my organ met her silken wetness. Her flesh enveloped me as I twitched forwards, a tight, slick sheath of mind-bending perfection.
Merciful Empire. Was I dead? Had I reached another plane of existence?
Nothing real could ever be so good.
But it was. She was. For every moment that I feared I’d awaken and find this all a dream, my wife simply drew me deeper into her sweet body. She locked her arms around my neck, her thighs trembling at my waist as I experimentally drew back and thrust back in. My cock tail, still flickering in need, found her clit and, lasso-like, wrapped around that tender nub until Darcy spasmed and cried out.
“Too hard?” I grunted, ceasing.
“No!” she gasped. “Don’t stop now!”
My steadiness faltered, then died. With a frantic twitch, my cock tail squeezed her as my hips drew back and snapped powerfully forwards. When I reached her deepest point, my tip encountering the end of her pulsing channel, I groaned and ground myself desperately inside. Everything was hot suction and silk, Darcy’s high moans mingled with my feral grunts, limbs and skin and need.
“Fallon… I… I’m going to… Ah!” Darcy fluttered and then clenched around me with searing force. Dizzily, I realized she was climaxing.
I’d read about it in the book. I’d been surprised that females could experience such sexual pleasure without a cock. But there was no denying the pulsing squeeze of Darcy tight around me now, the high, broken cry of her voice. My body answered in kind, my shaft swelling to its final engorgement and then unleashing its lust inside her as I pinned her hard against the wall. For a long moment, I didn’t move, couldn’t move. Could only stand there, shaking and loving her, my cock spewing inside her. My breath came fast, every muscle locked in trembling place as I filled my wife over and over, giving her everything I had.
Darcy slumped, her arms going limp around my neck. Her eyes were unfocused as I linked them with my own.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk after that,” she said, and I would have worried that I’d hurt her, only she gave me a flicker of a smile.
“Don’t need to walk,” I heaved out as my cock gave a weak pulse. “I’ll carry you.”
She laughed softly, which made her whole body shake, vibrating down upon my sensitive cock until I grunted and sent out another round of hot seed.
“Don’t be so sure,” she said, trailing cool fingertips along my jaw. “You might be a little wobbly yourself after that.”
As much as I loathed the idea of disconnecting from her, I wanted to test the strength of my legs without half-crushing her against the wall. Slowly, with aching agony, I pulled myself out of her and let her down to the ground.
Despite Darcy’s warnings, neither one of us collapsed.
The sun had moved since we’d started. We were no longer in shadow but in full light. The sunshine illuminated my wife’s glowing face, the tangled pink glory of her hair, the quick rise and fall of her chest.
“I should go clean up,” she murmured, shifting back and forth on her feet in such a way that I wondered how much of my seed was seeping out of her now. Was it coating the tops of her lush thighs? I was about to drag up her skirt, hungry for the sight, when my gaze snagged on her scalp.
“What’s this?” I demanded, my fingers carefully going to the top of her head and tipping it down so I could get a better look. There was new growth, visible along the part of her hair, but it was not pink. It was much paler, almost similar in colour to my own.
My stomach plunged. Nutritional deficiency? Already?
“What?” Darcy asked, yanking her head from my grip and looking up at me suspiciously.
“Your hair! It is growing in a different colour. Do you need more protein? Or sunlight? Or less sunlight? Why aren’t you wearing a hat?!”
Her brows, a colour very similar to the new hair growth I’d just noticed on her head, shot upwards.
“Oh, no. That’s just my natural hair colour coming in. The pink is artificial. I colour it. But it’s been more than a month since I last dyed it pink.”
“The pink… That is not your real hair colour?” I asked, astonished by this fact. It had never occurred to me that a person might want to adjust their hair colour.
“No. Human hair doesn’t come in that shade naturally. I guess that’s surprising for you, considering how varied and colourful Zabrians seem to be.” She touched the top of her head and sighed. “Back to blonde for me, I guess. It’s not like there’s a salon around here.”
“A saloon? I believe there is one in Warden Hallum’s province.”
“Not a saloon. A place where you go get your hair coloured,” she clarified. “It’s alright. I knew my hair would grow back in eventually. I’ll just miss it.” She lifted her shoulders and let them drop.
My wife was already missing Magnolia and whatever else she’d left behind. I did not want her to miss this, too. I mulled over the conundrum of her changing hair colour as she left me to go clean up in the house.