19. Chapter 19
nineteen
Hue
My core is tightening in that odd, overwhelming way again.
The buzzing of Sor’en’s cock keeping my center wet and throbbing.
He tastes like the petal and something savory as warm euphoria swarms me, I’m breathless, weightless, thoughtless in his arms. Gasping when I break free from his mouth.
My eyes dip to where we’re joined, my swollen, throbbing lips parting in shock.
His cock is ridged, making my body jerk as he rubs it along my slick opening, the water lapping in soft waves around us where moments ago it was as still as stone.
Impervious to our existence within it. The skin of his cock is every bit as dark as the rest of him, tapering off into the same pure white shade as his hair when it reaches the pointed soft tip.
A tip that already weeps something I am suddenly desperate to taste.
My entire body shudders as he drags me along it again, his deft fingers reaching between us to join him in driving me insane.
I nearly scream as he slips two inside me, my core tightening and gripping them in powerful pulsing waves that make my eyelids flutter shut.
“You are wet for me, my little human,” he growls.
The color of my already flushed face deepens with horror and embarrassment. “I-I know, I’m sorry. I—"
His lips find mine, kissing away my apologies. “It is a good thing. It means you are ready for your mate.”
I whimper with equal parts fear and ripe, wanting anticipation. “Will it hurt?”
My eyes widen as his hand suddenly finds my jaw, gripping it softly. “Never.”
I nod, panting as he lines up his vibrating tip with my entrance. My entire body is primed, ready for something I never knew I wanted, but I know now. I know I would do anything, promise him anything, to feel him press deep inside me. “Please, please, please,” I beg.
“Yes, my sweet mate. Anything you need,” he groans, domtics before he splits me apart.
I cry out, my hands fisting in his hair as I feel my body resist him, straining against the sudden intrusion.
Until the vibration registers past the moment of discomfort, but what was a domtic of pain bursts into pleasure.
My head falls forward, the water lapping at my lips as they rest on his shoulder.
Sor’en is still, so still, only the feeling of his cock vibrating, driving me insane as I shift, pressing my pulsing bundle of nerves against it harder.
Torturously, he lets that moment drag on for what could’ve been a single breath of an instant or a lifetime.
I can’t be sure, only that I’m searching for something more, urging him on with a wiggle.
“I need… I need…” I beg, unable to put words to what I need, only that I want more. I have to have it more than the air in my lungs. His hand knots softly in my red hair, forcing my eyes to his as he finally moves, pulling out only to slide back in.
My eyes roll to the back of my head. My tender nipples scratching at the fabric of my dress.
I want so badly to be rid of it. To feel every inch of his slick skin on mine.
I know it is more than water that is making him so slippery, and I am greedy for it.
I tug helplessly at the garment, rubbing my bundle of pulsing nerves against his base as he stills again.
A cry of despair leaves my throat as I can’t help leaning forward, rubbing my lips along his building toxins.
He answers my unspoken plea. The garment jerking painfully, gratingly against my skin as he rips it free.
My eyes slam open, watching him do the same with his.
Whatever thick tech they use to make their clothing not able to stand a domtic of his strength.
I shudder as I plaster myself to his front, moaning as the slickness of his dark skin slicks against mine.
It’s everything, and already I’m moving, squirming on his length.
A deep groan leaves him as he relents. “Greedy little mate, you need my toxins so badly, don’t you?”
“Yes, I need all of it.”
He coos softly as he moves, fucking me with a mind-numbing kind of glacial pace. But I can feel it in every grip of his hands on mine, our intertwined arms the restraint it's taking him to do just that. “Yes, because you’re mine, my horrible little human.”
“I need to…” I whimper, letting my words trail off with a groan as he sinks to the hilt again, grinding me against his base.
“You need to come on my cock, Hue.”
I hadn’t known the word for it, but if he says so that seems right. “Yes, I need to come.”
“Where Draya’la? Tell me where your tight human cunt needs to come.”
“Here, right here, please,” I beg, squirming, rubbing my breasts against his chest, oil slicking my skin, making my nipples tingle maddingly.
“On your mate's cock. Say it for me,” he begs. His tongue slipping out, squeezing between us, making me groan as he tastes my breasts.
My mind is swimming, the words he wants everything he wants on the tip of my tongue, but something pricks my chest, a sharpness I’d know anywhere, the rough edge of a tooth. I shake my head. “I want your cock. Only yours.”
“Your mate's cock,” he growls.
I shake my head, tears suddenly spilling over my cheeks again, my sobs breathless. “I can’t, I can’t stay.”
“You cannot go,” he vows, his voice dark as he forces my eyes to his as his thrusts get harder, rougher, stroking me so deep I nearly stop breathing.
“You will not. You cannot leave me. No, I think I shall keep you mindless and sated. I shall breed your soft womb again and again, keeping you swelled and needing.”
I moan as he starts to piston in and out of me again. His milky, operate eyes watching me intently as I cry on his thick cock. But he's not done. Goddess help me, he's not done, each of his words sending bolts of sensation through my chest into my core.
“Perhaps I shall addict you to me,” he threatens.
And I want it, I want that so badly. I want Sor’en.
I want to stay with Sor’en. He falters for a moment because he sees it.
I’m nodding madly, a wanton mess, my breasts heaving on his chest as he fucks up into me.
He knows. He knows I want him too. “Shall I do that, my greedy, hurtful little mate?”
“Yes, yes, please do that. Take my choice, please,” I sob.
He roars as he shoves up into me, our bodies slick as mine falls apart. My very being bursting behind my eyes as pieces of myself re-knit within his arms. Only in his arms, only because I am safe and swirling, mindless and all sensation. All hope and fear and bitter misery. All desire and longing.
Because I am his.
I’m Sor’en’s mate. And my heart is already breaking.
He does what I asked, and I am lost to it.
The mindless cycle of adoration and brutal, desperate claiming so world-shattering that by the time he pulls me out of the water, daylight is crawling up the sky.
My body is lost to me. Only the smell of him finding me through my sleep-hazed mind.
The moment consciousness finds me, it is taken again.
Exhaustion is weighing me down. This time, I know it is not his toxin; it is simply him.
The comfort of being in his arms. So I rest, for the first time in my entire life, I truly rest as he carries me home.