Chapter 15 Thaleo #2
In that blinding moment of passion, I wondered if she’d reject me.
Push me away and run to Gahn Errok’s mountain.
But she threw her arms around me, opening her mouth eagerly to the questing onslaught of my tongues.
Without taking my mouth from hers, I lifted her and deposited her on her back on my bed, moving with her, as if attached to her by some unseen cord.
She clutched at me as if in fever, her legs spreading as I ground my aching hardness against her cunt.
“Take them off,” she panted against my mouth. “We don’t have much time.”
My hands trembled so badly I could not even attempt to undo the human fastener of her leg-coverings.
She did it herself, shoving her garments down until they tangled about her ankles.
She made a sound of frustrated despair, then.
A sound that would have driven me to take on an entire army, simply so that I’d never have to hear it again.
I took over for her then, ripping her foot coverings from her tiny feet, allowing her to kick off her things.
She whipped her tunic off, and the smaller covering beneath, until she was entirely bared to me.
The throb of my cock felt nearly ominous.
I could spill without even touching her like this.
But she did touch me then, grasping my shaft with one hand and leading it towards her core.
“Here,” she breathed, rubbing herself against me, spreading delirious wetness.
We’d never done this before. Mated this way.
I did not ask her if she was certain. Curse me, I did not even try to stop. With a broken groan, I shunted forwards into her hot depths.
She gave a strangled gasp. “Oh, God. Slow, Thaleo. Slow.”
There was no possibility of anything but slow for now.
She was so tight around me I did not even know if I could get any further in her.
I regretted not feasting on her first. Drawing even more wetness from her with my tongues.
But she was right. There was not much time.
And even now, she was rocking helplessly against me, trying to draw me deeper, her eyes scrunched tight with focus.
I planted my palms on either side of her head on the mattress, driving myself forwards with torturously incremental strokes.
She was like the finest spinner silk around me, slick and clasping, even hotter here than her mouth had been.
The feel of her stretching for my cock killed all thought in my head, killed my past, my future, killed everything until there was nothing left but the agonizing paradise of existing here, in this moment, inside her body.
“Thaleo!” She moaned, her blunt little claws dragging down my back until they reached my buttocks.
She squeezed me there, still trying to pull me closer, deeper, sending my tail thrashing with pleasure and my sac tightening beneath my shaft.
I let my arms collapse, propping myself up on my elbows so that I could seal as much of my front to hers as I could.
Her breasts shook against me. Her wetness coated me, welcomed me, and then I was really in her, so much further than before.
I ground myself deeper, again and again, as if I could somehow permanently bury a piece of myself inside her.
My seed, I realized with a stab of savagery. She’d have my seed in her. Something no one would be able to pry from her.
Not even her.
When she began to quake around me, her spine curving like the finest bow, my own body answered hers. She shouted her release, squeezing me with her hands, her cunt, her thighs. Like she didn’t want to let go of me, either.
That was what did it. What sent me spiralling into the abyss of climax. The way she clung to me. The way she held me.
I remained on her and in her for so long afterwards that she finally had to weakly push at my shoulders and say, “Thaleo. I have to go.”
No.
“I know.”
It took every bit of the will I’d built up over my entire lifetime to pull out of her and let her slip from beneath by body. She disappeared around the corner for a moment, and I heard the sound of water splashing.
She was washing this encounter from her body before she returned to the lands of another Gahn. I was frozen with bitterness, unable even to make myself tie my loincloth yet.
Nazreen returned a moment later and dressed quickly.
“I have to go,” she repeated.
“Yes.” Finally, I found the strength to move again, stepping to her and smoothing the waves of her hair that had become mussed from my bed. My bed. Skies help me, I’d had her in my bed. “I will be here waiting for you on your return.”
She ducked out of contact with my fingers.
“Well, you might not be,” she said woodenly. She retrieved her foot shells, busying herself with those instead of looking at me. “The Vrika could come for you too, you know. Bind you to somebody else.”
“Impossible.”
The reply was out of me before I had time to examine it.
“Why?” she asked. Perfectly reasonable a question. No man knew the Vrika’s will until it was done. I’d already shamefully tried to sway the Vrika’s will by begging it for Nazreen in the night. And it had not answered.
“There are no more unmated women in my tribe,” I said, grasping at words, at anything to repel the possibility she’d just laid bare before me.
“But there’s us,” she reminded me. “You could get a vision of any one of us. Even one of the girls left at the Sea Sand settlement.”
Impossible. I kept it inside this time.
“Even if I choose you,” Nazreen said slowly, straightening up now that her foot shells were fastened, “you can’t choose me. Or even if the Vrika does come, and show me your face, you wouldn’t really be choosing me then, either. The Vrika would be.”
I wanted to take her by the shoulders, shake her, and ask her if it was not obvious that my heart had already chosen her. But I could not even say that much. Because my heart’s will had no purpose where survival was concerned. It was a folly I should have been strong enough to endure. But wasn’t.
“We’ll talk more when I get back,” she said. I did not sense anger in her, but a sort of resignation. “Goodbye, Thaleo.”