26. Wandering #2
“Lukys—” My voice gets lost when his mouth descends and he tears my underwear up my waist after shredding the middle band with his claws.
With the scrap loosely circling me, he drops and drags his tongue over me from my backside to my clit, stopping briefly to coil at the entrance of my sex.
“Lukys,” I gasp, being somewhere between shocked and aroused, closing my legs and then opening them wider. “Oh God, yes!” Yes!
His tailtip unwraps from around my leg to hook under my knees, pushing them to my chest.
“You will let me claim thissss, you will submit,” he purrs at my entrance.
My thoughts waver then readily agree. “Yes.” Anything. I’ll say anything for more.
He pushes his mouth against me then licks me with the blunt side of his tongue, lashing at my opening. Moving his hands downward, he spreads my labia with his fingers and leans back to look at it. I shudder when his thumb fondles my pussy.
“Your claws,” I gasp.
He pauses, pulls his hand from me and bites off the tips of his nails.
“There,” he says before pushing his thumb inside of me.
I immediately constrict around him. Catching my wide gaze, I stare at him breathlessly and nod—letting him know without words that it’s the right spot.
His thumb nudges deeper and I clench harder.
“You are wet and warm.” Awe edges his voice as he pushes at the walls of my sex. “But I will fit. I will help you open for me.” Twisting his wrist, he explores me with his thumb.
I choke back my need as his thumb probes me further. “Please, yes.”
“My prick has been engorged with seed since I first scented you.” He plants his mouth on me and licks me thoroughly.
I cry out in delight, sucking in my stomach and arching my feet. My stifled breath expels when he drops his head and plunges his tongue inside me. My hips jut as I flail with pleasure.
“You like thissss?” he asks, moving his tongue in circles.
“Yes!”
“I could lick you here forever,” he groans, pulling his tongue out. “Your source… It is everything and more… You are everything I have ever wanted, and now you are so sweetly laying in my nest. I can barely fathom it.”
Moaning, I grab his shoulders, digging my nails into the soft, thin scales there. His tongue digs back inside me and runs over my g-spot. Shoving my hips upward, I whimper. When he does it again, I jab my nails harder into him.
“I can’t… I can’t…” I’m so close—so close… “That spot feels amazing.”
He swirls his tongue then pulls it out to suckle my opening. “You can’t?” he repeats, his voice low.
I shove my hand between us to rub my clit, overwhelmed and on the precipice.
His tongue plunges inside at the same time and with a moment’s hesitation on his part, he starts rubbing my g-spot rhythmically.
I lift my head when delicious, sky-shattering sensations burst my nerve-endings, leaving me falling.
I drop back, my mouth opening in a loud cry that morphs into a scream.
My orgasm rips through me, tearing me apart with pleasure.
My sex quivers rapidly around his tongue, and I thrash and fight against his tail still hooked under my knees.
He drives his tongue in and out and all over me before freeing my lower body.
Dropping my legs over his shoulders in delectable defeat, my sex pulsates frenetically.
He pushes his tongue inside after licking up the wetness I’ve released everywhere.
“Delicious.” He glides his hands over my inner thighs and kneads them. “You released so much… I could drink from you.” He buries his face between my legs.
All of my neediness, all of my fantasies come tumbling back, reminding me that this isn’t a fantasy, but reality. I gasp again, still in a state of shock, clutching him tightly as the waves of my orgasm ebb and flow.
With a grunt, Lukys rips his mouth off me and rises. “Are you okay?”
I clutch him harder.
Am I?
I suck my lip into my mouth and chew on it, trying to figure out the answer.
“Elena!” My name rings out in the distance. “Elena! We’re coming!”
Lukys and I freeze, and as I bring my hand to my mouth, he rises and faces the passageway. Noises of movement, of things being rammed into, emanate from within.
I sit upright and grip the hide under me. “It’s Levy and Greg.”
“Yessss,” Lukys growls, “They seem to have come searching for you.”
I scramble out of Lukys’s nest, my orgasm now just a memory, and search for my pants and shoes. Embarrassment and anxiety hit me. What have I done? “They must have heard me scream. They must’ve noticed I wasn’t at the ship. I just left and didn’t say anything.”
“You are not theirs to protect.” Lukys continues to growl, coiling his tail tautly under him as he waits for me.
“I shouldn’t have come here. I was worried—” I shake my head and close my eyes after ripping off my ruined panties and tugging on my pants. “Fuck.”
“I will get rid of them. Stay here and clothe yourself.” Lukys faces the passageway. “We have barely begun. I would have asked you if you were all right when you screamed if you had not been grasping me so tightly.”
“Wait! No! I’ll go with you.” I yank on my shoes. “This was a mistake, I’m sick. They won’t believe you anyway, they’ll want to see me.” Words tumble from me.
My eyes flick to Lukys’s cock, hanging prone from the middle of his tail just below his hips. The bulge is as big as I remember. My breath hitches and I swallow against the suddenly renewed pulsations of my orgasm, imagining it pushing into me. It almost had. We were almost there.
Forget kisses, hand-holding, and dates.
I watch as he tucks his large appendage into the confines of his tail and presses his hand against it.
He turns to me. “It does not matter what they want. You keep saying that you are sick. I do not smell illness upon you, only a sweetness that makes me hungry.” Behind him, the sounds of Greg and Levy making their way through his cave grow louder.
“But you should not be seeing others, let alone out of your nest—or mine,” he quickly adds.
“If you are sick…” He scrutinizes me, his eyes wicked, heated.
I cross my arms. “It does matter. I don’t want them to worry or get themselves hurt on my account. I’m coming with you.”
He releases a frustrated hiss. “I want you to stay.”
“I don’t think… that’s a good idea.”
“Because you are suddenly ssssick?” He eyes me skeptically.
I’m beginning to realize… that he might not know what his presence—his pheromones—are doing to me.
“Yes…”
Despite Greg and Levy getting closer, their yelling drawing nearer, Lukys leans down and cups my face. I hesitate but don’t pull away.
“I will not claim you if you are sick,” he rasps. “If I had known…”
I lift my hands then drop them. “I’ll explain later. They’re going to get themselves hurt in the dark. I’m okay!” I shout, hopefully loud enough for them to hear me. “I’m…okay,” I tell Lukys quietly.
“Elena!?” Levy calls out.
He’s right outside the cavern.
Dropping his hands from my cheeks, Lukys twists around with an angry hiss. He lurches into the tunnel.
“Lukys, wait!”
I chase after him.