32. Fulfillment
THIRTY-TWO
FULFILLMENT
Elena
He reaches down and curls his tail around my hips, grasps the waistline of my pants with his hands and pulls them down my legs.
They catch in his winding limbs but he shimmies them off me and away, shifting his tail at the same time.
I don’t fight it as he turns for my underwear next and, spreading the elastic fabric with his fingers, rips them off.
“I—” I begin to argue but it comes out as a gasp.
With the cool air suddenly against my skin, and feeling emotionally raw at not getting answers about Jenna, I know he’s right. I have been aroused for days.
He pulls my legs apart and I let him. Breathing him in deeply, his musky, comforting scent floods me. It calms my heart, and with his tail sliding everywhere, it gives me the confidence to… accept him.
“You will not deny me? I would do anything you asked for another taste of you,” he whispers, his voice low. “Anything.”
Anything? I arch to the side and grab his knife from the side of my pack, quickly brandishing it and placing it against him. My legs may be spread open, and his cock might be on the verge of releasing, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have some of my wits about me.
“I won’t submit to you.” I press the dagger’s tip into his chest. “I… I can’t. I need to find my—”
“I know.” He pushes his tail against me, cocooning me on the sides. “Did you not find her this evening?”
I shake my head, blinking through my aroused headiness.
“The full registry is only accessible inside the encampment.” Some of the soldiers I spoke with had heard of my sister, but none of them knew whether or not she was a refugee here.
The full logs were held by the registrar due to the confidentiality of…
certain parties. That, and not everyone living around the encampment’s barriers have registered.
They could have also registered under a false name.
Only checking the full logs and searching for her will tell me if she’s here or not.
There are hundreds, if not thousands, of people in the camp’s entirety, and that’s just a weak estimate in the dark.
“They offered me a cot to sleep on for the night. Greg and Levy chose to stay and I…”
“Came back to me,” he says when I hesitate.
His gray eyes flicker with firelight as his hand wraps around mine with the blade. Just then the fire crackles and spits.
“Came back to you,” I repeat his words, my voice breathy as I draw the blade from his chest and pull his hand away with mine.
He’s over me, his body mostly on top of mine.
I feel him on every side, his heat warming my flesh against the cool night air.
I shuffle against his tail, taking in more of his warmth.
Inhaling, I’m consumed by him. His nostrils flare as he puts his hand on my shoulder and pushes me backward.
“I wanted to come back to you…” I admit, shifting my arm and dropping the blade on the other side of his tail. I ease against the thicker part of it. He slides it farther under me while he leans away to peer between my splayed legs.
My thighs strain under his attention and I dig my knees into his sides, suddenly nervous.
I wanted to come back to him. I wanted to be next to him, where I feel safest, and not on a cot surrounded by strangers, listening to the snores, coughs, and conversations of others all night long, wondering about him and Jenna.
I needed the peace I’ve only just begun to feel.
He splays his hands over my thighs, gently rubbing them with his palms. “You wanted to come back to me, or you knew I would come get you if you did not do so willingly?” He peers at me sharply.
His chest rises and falls as he pushes my undershirt, sweater, and bra above my breasts.
A long, low hiss releases from him as they’re freed.
Straining, my body tenses from my exposure.
Licking my lips, I hold in a moan as his body’s heat envelops me. I cover the back of his large hands with mine as he gently touches the tips of my nipples with his fingers.
“Soft…” he mumbles, testing and rolling them. “Delicate and small. Jusssst like the rest of you.”
His cock slides out and lands heavily on my stomach. My body jerks against his heated shaft and the feel of his round knot pushing into my skin. “I knew you would come find me, but I came back willingly.”
Lukys moves down and his cock slides across my stomach and thighs, spreading his heat. At the same time, his tail coils and pushes harder into my sides, propping my body off the ground.
“You knew I would not be able to resist you, and you came willingly?” He hisses, snapping his forked tongue.
“I know you’ll stop if I tell you to.” I reach between us and grasp his cock. It’s velvet and hard, and not slick like I expected. “You’ve done nothing to me I… haven’t wanted… lately…” I admit, “but you would stop if you were going to hurt me, wouldn’t you?”
His eyes narrow as I slowly explore him and his heaviness.
“I would never hurt you. I will always try and keep you safe.”
I’m not afraid of Lukys.
Instead, my body shimmies with increasing need. Catching his gaze, I shift into a sitting position and release his cock. As he leans back to give me space, I place my hands on his stomach and push him farther away as I grab his tip again and bring it to my lips.
He freezes.
Tentatively, I kiss his cock’s head, opening and pursing my lips. When I taste his cum and find it tastes how he smells, I moan.
“No,” Lukys groans, the sound thick and raw.
He pushes me onto his tail as he tears my hands off of him and pulls away.
“I need to claim you.” He grabs my thighs and spreads my legs, bending my knees toward my chest. His fingers slide down my sex to probe my opening and caress my labia at the same time.
I jerk, trying to get resituated, and my hands grasp his shoulders.
He pushes two fingers into me, and with a shudder and another moan, he stops. “You are wet, more than ready, but I do not want you to get hurt.”
“I’ve never done this before.” I gasp as his fingers press against my inner walls. “Sex, that is.”
“Sex? Mating? Breeding? I have not done so either, but I have never wanted to do it with anyone other than you. I am glad I am your first, and I vow I will be your last.”
Hearing a sharp snap, I glance at the fire just as Lukys’s tailtip adds a branch. My head falls back as the tip of his heated cock replaces his probing fingers.
Nervous, I slide my hands down his shoulders and grip his arms tightly, looking down at the shadowy outline of his knot.
I cover my mouth with my hands when he removes his fingers and his tip presses into me.
He lifts and leans his hips higher, weighing his lower half down.
I maneuver my legs as far as they will go, afraid there will be pain but willing to bear it to finally have the emptiness inside of me filled.
My pussy constricts and grasps for something that it needs.
I receive him eagerly, prepared for him. It’s not what I imagined my first time would be like but…
“Yes,” I moan when he pushes his knot to my opening, the first half of his cock inside me, sliding across my g-spot. “More.” Digging my nails into his flesh, I push my feet into his sides and rock my hips.
“Elena.” He says roughly, rocking his pelvis into me, making me accept him.
I scream as his knot pushes into me, stretching me wider than ever. Once fully inside me, it presses against my most sensitive spot, granting me the satisfaction I crave. I gasp through the momentary unpleasantness as I accept his weight.
“Elena, Elena, Elena…” He hisses between roughened breaths. He plants his hands on the ground on either side, his tail coiling, partially sliding up and over my body.
Tears of relief dampen my lashes. I push my legs into his sides, rocking my hips lightly, gratefully. It hurts, but it’s a good hurt, a fulfilling discomfort. Like learning something new, there’s always a moment’s hesitation.
“More,” I whimper. “I need more.”