Brir (Wanderers Between Worlds #2)

Chapter 17

The bunker

Artemis

I woke from the nightmare, a scream trapped in my chest. I tried to breathe through the panic. I didn’t bother opening my eyes. I knew the bunker would be dark, making the panic worse.

I struggled to catch my breath, but the past few days' events were still fresh in my mind. Brir’s voice brought me back to the present, his concern evident in his tone.

“Artemis, it’s okay. You’re safe.” Brir’s arms pulled me tighter into his body.

I could still feel that barrel pressed to my head, the cold steel biting my skin. My heart pounded.

“You’re in the bunker. I have you,” he continued, his hand on my arm, calm and gentle as he ran it up and down my skin.

I swallowed hard and tried to calm my racing thoughts. Brir’s soothing presence helped to ground me.

Carefully, I opened my eyes and shifted my gaze to where Brir lay. The candles had gone out, but I could see his red eyes looking back at me in the darkness. With a deep breath, I forced myself to focus on the present, reminding myself we were safe in the bunker, hidden from the world above.

Brir shifted behind me, pulling me out of my thoughts. He drew me closer to the heat of his body. I could feel the tension slowly easing. His arms were a cage around me—protection and confinement rolled into one. The heat that radiated off him seeped into my bones, a comforting warmth that eased away the remnants of my nightmare.

But I could still hear their laughter and feel their touch on my arm. It was like I was back there in that crate, unable to get free or call out for help, the gag in my mouth keeping me silent and the weakness from lack of food and water making me compliant.

Brir’s scent filled my senses. It was earthy and wild, like the forest after a fresh rainfall, tinged with a faint hint of something metallic. It was intoxicatingly unique, distinctly Brir.

“Artemis, look at me.” Brir’s voice was almost a whisper, much softer than one would expect from his towering figure. “You’re not there anymore. You’re with me.”

A small whimper escaped my lips as I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the lingering images of my ordeal. Brir tightened his hold on me, his arms unyielding and powerful, yet not restricting. He had been taking me through the nightmares for days, always patiently waiting for me to come back to him. Tonight’s was the worst.

His hand was heavy against my chest, his fingers gently rubbing against the skin, drawing lazy circles. This soothing gesture made me want to sleep.

He nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck, sending goosebumps all over my skin. His frame was warm and comforting against mine. I shifted to face him, opening my eyes to look at Brir.

His scent was more pungent now, as if it, too, was working to keep my panic at bay. I leaned further into him, displacing any space between us. It was a desperate attempt to draw strength from him and reassure myself of his realness and presence.

His face was inches away from mine, the warm puff of his breath mingling with mine. I studied his face, the intricate markings that adorned him. Fine lines ran down his neck and got thicker as they went down his chest.

If I touched them, they would chase the darkness away, allowing me to see around myself to ensure the soldiers weren’t standing in the shadows. I closed my eyes tight. I knew there wasn’t anyone there. I knew my mind was lying to me, but letting go of the fear was hard.

“Artemis.” Brir’s voice was a bare whisper, his breath warming my skin. “Focus on me. Feel my touch, my heartbeat. I am real, and so are you. You’re here, safe with me.”

I reached up hesitantly and traced one of his arms with my finger, feeling the rough texture of scar tissue under my fingertips. My soft touch brought them to life and made them glow in the dark room.

His fingers continued to trace comforting patterns on my skin, his presence enveloping me like a protective cocoon. With each breath I took, his scent seemed to drown out the fear that clawed at my sanity bit by bit.

“See,” Brir murmured, his voice vibrating against my ear before he took it between his teeth, sending shivers down my spine. “There’s no one else here but you and me.”

“I was just…” I faltered, trying to come up with an excuse but failing miserably.

Unexpectedly, a soft chuckle rumbled from his chest, echoing in the dim bunker and washing over me like a comforting wave. “I know what you were doing, and it’s completely okay. I’m right here,” he comforted me, his voice a gravelly whisper that thrummed with warmth. He didn’t make fun of me or make me feel less for the panic of being in the dark.

I wanted to lie to him to tell him something that wouldn’t make me look like a toddler chasing away the darkness with a night light. “They’re… they’re beautiful, unlike my scales,” I told him honestly because they were. They brought me peace. I loved that they lit up under my touch. I looked at the blue ethereal glow around us before my gaze moved to the room’s corners, searching for what I knew wasn’t there. “I-I don’t know if I ever told you that. How much I love them. That they light up for me.”

I moved my fingers to another line of markings, watching with fascination as they came to life under my touch and bathed the room in a soft, comforting light. The chill of fear gnawing at my insides seemed to fade a little more each time I touched him, replaced by a warmth that spread from my stomach.

He looked at me, his red eyes glowing softly in the dim light. He seemed surprised by my words.

“No, I can’t say you ever did,” he murmured. His gaze pierced me like he was looking inside of me, mapping out whether I was being honest with him. It felt like he was scrutinizing my soul through my eyes, as if he knew what I was looking for.

A smile spread across his face—a gentle one that warmed his features and filled me with an odd sort of peace. Then, slowly, he brought his hand up to my face, his thumb tracing lightly over the curve of my cheekbone, eliciting a shiver that ran down my spine.

His hands migrated from my back to my hair, fingers tangling in the loose strands as he pulled me closer.

“It’s been a long time since someone looked at me and saw something beautiful,” Brir murmured, bringing my attention back to him. His voice was rough from sleep, and the sound made me want to press my lips to his. Would he welcome a kiss? He had yesterday.

The hand tracing my cheek drifted down over my arm, fingertips teasing my skin until he reached my hand. His fingers grasped my wrist and pulled it out from between us, bringing it to his mouth and kissing my scaled fingers individually.

His lips were soft against the harsher texture of my scales—a stark, sweet contrast. His red eyes never left mine as he pressed another kiss to the center of my palm, the faint chill whisked away by his warmth.

“Sometimes it takes a little darkness to appreciate the light. But remember,” he added softly, “that darkness is not you. It’s only something you’ve been through.”

A shiver ran through me, not from fear but from an emotion I couldn’t quite place, a melting pot of feelings: comfort, acceptance, understanding. His words echoed through the silence that engulfed us, and in them, I found truth.

There wasn’t any deception in his red, soul-searing eyes. Only a depth of understanding that left me breathless. Their sincerity stirred something within me—an emotion I couldn’t quite place, but one that made my heart flutter erratically.

I leaned in, wanting him to kiss me. Needing his lips on mine. Needing to forget the nightmare. Needing to be back in my present.

My lips parted slightly, anticipation and longing building within me, but my nerves got the better of me, and I pulled back. Feeling like a fool, I went to turn to get out of the nest of blankets.

Faster than I could see him move, Brir’s hand squeezed gently around my throat. He yanked me back to him. Pinning me under him. Eyes looking down hard at me.

With a low growl, Brir’s hand tightened around my throat. His red eyes bore into mine, a stern command in their fiery depths. “Don’t you dare,” he murmured thickly, “you’re not running away from me, Artemis. Not now.”

“I wasn’t,” I lied to him, my hands coming up to skim his sides. I needed to feel his flesh under my fingers.

“Do not lie to me,” Brir said through his teeth as his eyes narrowed at me. “I told you I could smell when you’re lying.” His voice vibrated through our bodies. I shuddered in response, my heart pounding in my chest.

His scent filled my nostrils, calming and familiar, grounding me in the moment. His hand loosened around my throat to cup my face while his thumb traced over my cheekbone.

“I wasn’t running away,” I repeated more firmly, the words tasting like bitter truth on my tongue. “I was… scared.”

“Scared?” he murmured, his eyes softening at the edges. “Scared of what, Artemis? Of me?”

“No. Not of you.” The words slipped out before I could censor them. “Of this… of how much I want you. How much I want this.”

It was a simple confession, yet one heavy with meaning. There was silence as he looked at me with something akin to wonder. “Is that bad?” Brir finally asked after a long silence had stretched between us. “To want someone this much?”

“I don’t want to get hurt,” I admitted to myself more than to him.

“I won’t hurt you,” and there was an unspoken “ever” at the end of it. His grip loosened a fraction, just enough for me to breathe easily again. He held onto me gently this time, his thumb caressing my neck. “At least not in a way that you don’t enjoy.”

His words, though teasing, held a solemnity that was comforting. A promise wrapped in the gentle whisper of his voice. His thumb traced the length of my neck up and down, sending shivers cascading down my spine.

“I don’t want to ruin this,” I confessed softly, closing my eyes as if shutting out the world would make all the fear and uncertainty disappear.

“Then where do you think you’re going, Butterfly?” he murmured, a slight hint of amusement tinging his voice. The hand around my throat didn’t feel threatening. It was a mere statement of his strength and control. “Because I will never be done with you.”

“I…” I stuttered, lost in his gaze, caught like a deer in headlights. “I thought…”

His fingers traced the line of my jaw, the chill of fear fading away as warmth bloomed where he touched. “You were about to kiss me, weren’t you?” he asked, his voice a soft purr, though his eyes held a passion that made my heart race.

The closeness of his face, the intimate proximity unbroken by my feeble attempt at escape, made me aware of how desperately I wanted him. His scent filled my senses, heady and intoxicating. At that moment, all I could think about were his lips on mine.

Brir’s eyes narrowed before his fingers around my throat squeezed again, making me moan. “Fucking answer me, Artemis.” That first word drew me out of my thoughts.

“Yes…” I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper. I could feel the heat of his hand searing into my skin.

“Good boy.” Those two words calmed me more than the light from his threads filling the room. A victorious smirk graced his lips as he leaned in. The warmth of his breath ghosting over my lips had me rock hard. I wanted him so badly. Needed him. “That’s what I thought,” he murmured, the teasing tone back in his voice, yet his eyes held something more. “Because you fucking need me,” he told me with a feral smile.

His other hand moved from my hair, trailing over my shoulder and down to my waist. His fingers dug into my flesh through the thin fabric of my clothing, pulling me flush against him. The closeness was intoxicating; it was all-consuming. My heart pounded in sync with his, beating a wild rhythm that filled the quiet space around us.

His thumb traced absent patterns on my collarbone while the hand at my throat loosened its hold just enough for me to take a shaky breath. The tension in the air was palpable, and for one heart-stopping moment, time seemed to still. Then, as if some invisible force had spurred him on, he leaned forward and captured my lips with his in a barely there kiss that made me lean forward when he pulled away. It wasn’t enough.

Brir pushed my arms to pull his shirt from my body, and I instantly missed his mouth on mine. The whine that escaped me was needy as he tossed the material aside.

“More.” The word slipped from my lips before I could contain it, a soft plea that echoed in the silence of the bedroom. His smirk widened, his red eyes darkening with an emotion I couldn’t quite decipher. But there was no chance for me to ponder it because, in the next moment, he was pulling me back into another kiss—deeper, stronger than before.

His hands left their places on my body, cradling my face as he deepened the kiss. His lips were soft and warm, his tongue exploring mine.

This was not a gentle kiss. It was hard, with teeth and lips nipping at my mouth. It was a kiss that translated his desire for me, the passion that burned within him. The kiss was forceful, almost like he was trying to claim me as his own, to show me that I belonged to him.

He deepened the kiss, and I found my body responding to him in ways that I had never felt before. He pressed me back into the blankets, the hand on my throat holding me down and the hand in my hair holding me still, right where he wanted me. I moaned when his tongue licked across my lower lip, asking for entrance even though his hands and mouth were demanding it.

The world fell away as I lost myself in him. The taste of him, the scent of him. He took over my senses until there was nothing else. His groan vibrated through me as I let out a moan of pleasure.

I submitted to him, opening my mouth so that his tongue snaked past my lips, and mine came to meet his. I twined my black tongue against his blue, which was smooth like silk against mine. It was a kiss filled with raw need, an unleashed hunger that left me breathless and shaken.

As his lips ravaged mine, I tried to lurch up, but his hand tightened around my throat, restraining me.

His kisses were intoxicating and dizzying, and I melted into him. Each kiss was an exploration, a soft promise whispered against my lips, a plea for more. His hold on my throat lessened, allowing me to breathe as he continued to consume me. His fingers trailed through my hair, their rough pads tugging lightly at the strands—a stark contrast to the gentleness of his lips.

Despite the intensity of our connection, there was a sweetness underlying it all—a tender care that brought tears to my eyes. Brir wasn’t just kissing me; he showed me I mattered to him through touch, taste, and scent.

When our lips finally parted, I gasped for breath, my mind still reeling from the intensity of our kiss. His dark gaze held mine captive, and in his eyes, I saw an echo of the same desire coursing through my veins.

“I…” I began but found myself unable to continue, overwhelmed by my emotions.

He smiled at me like a predator tracking its prey, then turned his mouth back on me. He turned my head with that hand in my hair and kissed down my jaw.

His hand left my throat, traveling down my chest, his fingers gently grazing my skin. The sensation was electrifying. I arched into his touch. An unconscious want flared into my existence.

His essence was intoxicating—a potent mixture of raw strength and unexpected tenderness that had me reeling.

Brir’s lips wrapped around one of my nipples, and he sucked hard before biting gently. My spine curved involuntarily. I was rock hard now in my boxers as he played with my body. My tail thrashed. The bite of pain made me shiver.

“Brir!” I called out, trying to sit up to get his lips back on me, but his hand on my chest pushed me back down. He pinned me to the bed. Then he sat up on his knees and tore the blanket away from my body, exposing me to his gaze. His red eyes flared with lust.

His hand came back to my throat. He didn’t squeeze; he just held me there, looking down at me. His eyes demanded my attention.

“You want me to devour you, don’t you, Butterfly?” he demanded. His voice was rough with need.

“Yes. I need you,” I moaned. “Want you to fuck me.”

“Good boy.” He swept me off the blankets and carried me to his bedroom. He must have brought the mattress in while I was asleep because he tossed me on its soft blanket. “I will devour you tonight, Butterfly. When you’re healed, I will fuck you.”

Brir didn’t follow me down onto the mattress right away. Instead, he stood at the foot of the bed, his gaze devouring me just as much as his hands and mouth had earlier. His eyes swept over my body, lingering on my chest before trailing to my boxer-clad hips. The lust in his gaze was palpable, but there was something else, too, a kind of reverence that made my heart thump loudly against my ribcage.

His eyes met mine again, red clashing with blue in a silent promise of what would come. He then reached out for the hem of his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it aside, revealing the expanse of his bare chest. My breath hitched at the sight. Muscles rippled under taut skin as he moved, each line and curve highlighted.

There was an air of command around him, an unspoken dominance that my body responded to in an almost primal way. I watched in awe as he crawled over me on the bed, his expression predatory.

One hand curled around my throat again, not to choke, but to claim, as his other hand began to ghost over my body. His touch was like fire on my skin, every nerve ending sparking with desire. I let out a moan when his hand brushed against the bulge straining against my boxers. His smirk was sinful as he palmed me through the fabric.

“God, you’re so hard for me,” he muttered, his voice husky with lust.

I gasped at the contact, wanting nothing more than to feel him—all of him—against me.

“I’m going to make you scream,” he promised me as he leaned down over my body, kissing me. His mouth traveled down my body, little nips making me moan.

His mouth blazed a trail of hot kisses down my neck and chest, his fingers kneading my flesh with a tantalizing blend of tenderness and raw urgency. His lips brushed over my nipple, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. A soft moan escaped my lips as I arched up into him, desperate for more.

Brir responded with a low growl, sinking his teeth lightly into the sensitive flesh before soothing the bite with his tongue. My chest heaved as I gasped for air, my mind foggy with desire and need. His mouth left a wet path down my abdomen as he moved lower.

His hand slipped under the waistband of my boxers, lightly tracing the line of hair leading to my throbbing erection. My breath hitched at the contact, anticipation spiraling within me as I waited for him to touch me where I needed him most.

Each touch was purposeful, each caress filled with raw desire. The anticipation was maddening, and I found myself writhing underneath him, but he only chuckled darkly. “Patience,” he murmured against the sensitive skin of my abdomen.

“Do you want me to eat you, my butterfly?” he asked.

I licked my dry lips and grabbed his back, trying to pull him close. My claws nicked his skin, making him moan against me.

Later, I would be embarrassed about how needy I sounded, but right now, all I could think about was this man and the pleasure he brought me.

“More than anything,” I gasped, my voice shaky with need. His grin widened, his eyes twinkling with wicked delight as he resumed his exploration, slipping my boxers down my legs and off with a swift tug.

Exposed and vulnerable beneath him, I felt a shiver run through my body. Brir savored every moment of my reaction, his gaze drinking in the sight of me. The heat from his stare was almost as potent as his touch, setting my skin ablaze.

Guiding my hands above my head, he whispered against my skin, “Keep them here.” His command was punctuated by a quick nip to the sensitive skin on my inner thigh that made me jump and moan. His tongue soothed the spot before continuing its descent.

“When I’m done, you won’t remember your name.” He smiled down at me like a predator, all sharp teeth exposed. He stooped down and bit my nipple hard, then soothed it with his tongue. I cried out.

“Are you going to be my good boy?” he asked. The praise went right to my dick, making it jump. “Let me do what I want with this perfect body.”

“Yes!” I cried out, and then his mouth was on mine again. I moaned into his mouth, my long tongue tangling with his as he kissed me deeply.

Slowly, achingly, his hand slid over my bare skin, tracing the indents of my muscles. The anticipation was unbearable, the room filled with tension so thick it was palpable. His fingers paused on my hip, just a breath away from where I wanted him most.

His hand eventually moved lower still, and I thought I might explode right there under his touch. But his movements were slow and deliberate as if to mark each second that passed with a memory of its own. Every nerve in my body screamed for release, but at this point, I was more than willing to let him take control. I’d lost all sense of time within a sea of want and need.

“Brir,” I breathed out, the word half plea and half prayer. His name was a sacred thing on my tongue.

“It’s sexy as fuck that I can make you this needy,” he told me. “Let go of that Butterfly. I need you down here.” Brir said against my skin. I uncurled my fingers from the headboard as he grabbed my ankles, yanking me down the bed so that my legs hung off the edge of the mattress.

My heart pounded in my chest, the room’s cool air prickling my skin. I was left exposed and aching for his touch. The bed shifted under his weight as he moved, and then I felt the warmth of his body between my legs, his fingers trailing up my thighs in a torturous tease.

“Just relax,” he murmured, his voice smooth and intoxicating, “Let me take care of you.”

I could feel the wetness seeping from my hole, a testament to the arousal that coursed through my veins. “I can fucking smell your slick,” Brir teeth sunk into the fleshy part of my ass before he kissed the sting better. His eyes met mine as I looked at him over my shoulder. His fingers grazed my thighs, sending shivers up my spine. He leaned in close, his breath hot against my skin as he whispered, “I’m going to fucking eat you, Butterfly.”

I gasped, my body trembling as his words washed over me. I nodded, unable to find my voice. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

With a predatory grin, he dragged his hand down my body, fingers lighting up pleasure as they trailed lower and lower until he was grasping under my knees, spreading me wide so his big body could fit between my legs. He placed my heels on the edge of the mattress.

Brir grabbed a pillow from the floor that had fallen. “Raise those beautiful hips for me, Butterfly,” His eyes didn’t leave mine as he made his command. My body obeyed him without thought. He pushed that pillow under my ass, tilting my hips up.

He gave a low growl of satisfaction, his hands moving to push my thighs further apart, creating an indecent spread. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, “All laid out for me, ready for my tongue.”

“Please,” I begged. My fingers gripped the sheet, needing something to hold onto.

Brir’s knees hit the ground between my legs. “I plan to show you how much pleasure this new body can give you. I will take my time.”

Then he was leaning down, and his dark blue tongue was licking a stripe up the underside of my tail and towards my hole. The feeling lifted my hips jerkily as I moaned; it was so erotic. No one had ever done this to me.

The sensation was nothing like I’d ever experienced. It was like fire licking up my spine. His tongue continued its torture, flicking and teasing the base of my tail. It was as if my tail was directly linked to the throbbing dick between my legs. My hands moved of their own accord, reaching down to grip his horns—the only place on him I could reach—in an attempt to ground myself against the chaotic storm of pleasure.

He growled low in his throat. I felt the vibrations as he bit down on the soft scales of the underside of my tail, making me cry out.

He continued to tease me with light, fleeting strokes of his tongue, the anticipation building up inside me until I thought I would explode. His hand came to rest on my hip, keeping me still as I squirmed under his touch. He looked up at me with those beautiful, devilish eyes, a silent promise hanging between us.

Then he returned to where I wanted him most, and my thoughts scattered, all rationality lost in an ocean of pleasure. His blue tongue brushed over my hole again and again, each pass driving me closer to the edge.

“Oh god…” I gasped out, my body trembling under the onslaught of sensations. I was lost to pleasure, each touch sending waves of ecstasy through my body. My grip on the sheets tightened, knuckles white as I tried to anchor myself during the storm of pleasure that was overwhelming my senses.

He breathed out a low growl against the skin of my inner thigh, sending pleasant tremors up my spine. His gaze was dark and intense as he looked up at me, the predatory glow simmering there and making me gasp. This was the side of Brir that I needed, his raw power taking control of my body, making me forget everything else but him.

“Such a greedy little thing,” he murmured against my skin, his voice husky and low. His tongue traced patterns that made my head spin, the wet heat of his mouth sending me spiraling into a heady cloud of pleasure.

I could feel his smirk against my skin as he pushed me further and further towards the edge. His fingers teased and stroked, driving me wild with need. My hips rolled in sync with his movements, chasing the intoxicating friction his tongue provided.

“I… Brir…” I managed to gasp out, my voice breaking with the intensity of desire sweeping through me. “I want… I need…”

“I know what you need, and you will get it.” He leaned up to kiss the soft skin of my belly, and my muscles jumped under the caress. My dick rubbed against the side of his neck. “When I have had my fill of you,” then that tongue slid down the head of my dick, licking up the pre-come that had dribbled out onto my skin. His mouth moved down towards my balls. He moaned when he took one in his mouth and sucked it gently, pulling it away from my body.

The sensation was too much. I snapped my hips up involuntarily, a strangled groan escaping me. His mouth was hot against my skin, his tongue swirling around my balls as he suckled, drawing gasps and weak cries from me. I was entirely at his mercy, my body under the spell of his touch.

His free hand moved up to grip my throbbing dick, making me gasp in shock from the sudden touch. He stroked it slowly, in time with his mouth’s movements on my balls. The whole act was driving me insane with pleasure.

The sensation had me writhing, my grip on the sheets tightening as I sucked in a sharp breath. His mouth was hot and wet, wrapping around my balls, tugging gently and releasing. My body arched up off the bed as a low moan escaped my lips. It was like nothing I’d ever felt.

Brir’s laughter resounded in the room, the sound dark and delicious, filled with promises of pleasures yet to come. His sharp fangs grazed against my skin, sending shivers up my spine. He did it again, teasing me, tasting me, his tongue flicking against sensitive skin.

A whimper slipped from my lips as he pulled back. His gaze was intense as he watched me squirm under his touch. “You taste amazing,” His voice was husky. His voice alone was enough to make me throb with need.

A strangled sound echoed around the room when he took me into his mouth. It took me a moment to realize it came from me.

The sensation was a bolt of pleasure so potent it singed the edges of my consciousness. I was breathless, my fingers gripping his horns so hard that my knuckles turned a ghostly white. His relentless exploration kept me teetering on the edge of sanity, giving and receiving in perfect harmony.

He hummed in satisfaction as he pushed his tongue over me, each damp stroke burning into my memory like a wash of fire over a cold stone. Every nerve ending in my body was alight with pleasure, yearning for more of this exquisite torture.

My brain went deliriously blank when I felt his fingers join his tongue.

“Will you look at that?” His fingers gently probed my hole. Then, one slid inside with little resistance.

The sensation was surprisingly gentle, a slow stretch as he pushed deeper, his finger moving in rhythm with his mouth. My head spun, pleasure threatening to consume me. My eyes fluttered shut, and I saw stars, senses overloaded by the feeling of him.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, voice a low rumble against my overly sensitive skin. “Look at what wonderful changes your body has made for you, Butterfly.” My breath hitched when his finger moved deeper, brushing against a spot that had me seeing stars.

His eyes never left what his hand was doing to me.

“I can smell your need,” Brir murmured, sounding amused as he watched my reaction. He leaned in closer, nuzzling against my belly and delivering a kiss to the skin just above my throbbing dick.

“Brir,” I whimpered out his name like a prayer, my voice wavering between desperation and anticipation. The room was filled with the heady scent of our arousal, the taste of him lingering on my tongue as I panted for breath.

“You’re wet here, leaking for me.” He bit his lip and pulled his finger from my body. I whined, wanting them back. His hand raised to show me. I saw the glistening fluid on his fingers before his dark blue tongue wrapped around them and cleaned it off.

His eyes never left mine as he tasted me, the smug and satisfied smirk on his face making me squirm underneath him. There was something so incredibly intoxicating about watching him enjoy what he was doing to me.

“Delicious,” he murmured, taking his time as he sucked his finger clean. His eyes glinted with a hunger that matched mine, filling me with an almost unbearable desire. Shivers ran through me, and my entire focus centered on the pleasure pooling in my lower abdomen.

“Please…” I gasped, anticipating what was coming, making my head spin. His tongue flicked over his fingers one last time in a slow, deliberate move before he leaned in once more.

“You know my species does not have this beautiful adaptation,” he told me as his fingers dove back into my hole, stretching me. “Several species from my world do, but none look as stunning as you or taste so delicious.”

“Brir, please… I need…” My words trailed off into a desperate whine as his fingers twisted deep inside me, drawing sharp gasps and a low moan from my lips.

“I know,” he cooed gently. “I’ll give you what you need.” His teeth grazed against the sensitive skin of my thigh.

The pleasure was so intense that I couldn’t help but cry out, “Oh, fuck—Brir!”

A gasp escaped my lips and an errant curse. His mouth was everywhere, claiming me as his own, staking claim on what he seemed to consider rightfully his. It was maddening and intoxicating, a potent cocktail of raw desire and need. I found my muscles coiling tight under his ministrations.

His chuckle vibrated against my skin, sending shivers ricocheting through my body. His tongue swirled around my opening before plunging in. My moans echoed off the walls, the intrusion both unexpected and mind-blowingly pleasurable as his tongue joined his fingers.

I could feel white-hot pleasure unspooling inside me, coiling tighter with each flick of his tongue, each teasing bite. Time seemed to suspend itself, stretching into infinity as he continued his relentless onslaught. The world narrowed down to just him and me—the feeling of his mouth on me, his hands caressing my skin, the sound of our labored breaths filling the room.

“Brir,” I gasped, my voice hitching as he pressed deeper. His name sounded like a sin on my lips.

The world tilted on its axis when his sharp teeth nipped my tender hole. He parted me further with his hands. His fingers were unyielding against the softness of my skin, tracing an intimate path that left me writhing beneath him.

“Make me cum,” I begged, rolling my hips back against his face.

“Patience,” Brir’s voice rumbled from between my legs, impossibly deep and dark. It was a command, an order that seemed to vibrate through every fiber of my being. I nearly choked on a whimper, the raw need in my voice matching the heaviness of anticipation thrumming in the air between us. “I want more of this, and if you’re good boy Butterfly, I will give you everything you want,” he repeated, and damn it all, the promise in his voice had me writhing anew. The deep timbre of his voice sent a shudder rippling through me. It was a spell I was entirely willing to fall under because the pleasure was so exquisite.

Brir’s words were a promise laced with an edge of dominance. My heart thumped wildly against my ribcage. He pulled back, his eyes raking over my body, studying me in a way that made me feel seen. Truly seen and wholly desired. It left me stripped bare in more ways than one, vulnerability and raw anticipation warring within me.

His mouth left my skin for just a moment, and I whimpered at the loss, craving the feel of him again. He pressed a lingering kiss to the inside of my thigh before his mouth returned to where I needed him. The breath rushed out of me in a desperate gasp.

My legs trembled, knowing how easily I was at his mercy. Seeing him kneeling between them, those dark red eyes intensely focused on his task, was almost as arousing as the sensations he gave me.

“Please… Brir,” I gasped, reaching out to grip the sheets beneath me tighter as he continued his unhurried exploration. His fingers delved deeper, and it was all I could do to keep from bucking against his hand. I wanted more, needed more.

He drew back slightly with a low chuckle that sent vibrations along my skin. “You’re such a needy thing,” he murmured, his voice filled with amusement and affection. His lips finally wrapped around my straining dick. His wet mouth took me to the root before sucking his way back up my dick. My eyes rolled at the duel sensation of his fingers fucking into me and his mouth trying to rip my soul from my dick.

My fingers wrapped around his horns, holding on for dear life as he continued his exploration, his tongue flicking teasingly at my sensitive tip. Every thought, every concern, the torrent of pleasure drowned out every worry he sent through my body.

His fingers continued to move in rhythm with his mouth, each motion eliciting a low groan from me. My mind was a haze of pleasure, my body on fire under his touch. His tongue teased and tantalized, setting off fireworks behind my closed eyelids.

My voice was barely recognizable as I panted out, “Oh, fuck. Brir, please… I… I can’t…”

With a lewd popping sound, he released my dick from his mouth. “Cum for me, Butterfly,” His mouth sucked me back down. His eyes locked on mine, a promise shimmering in their depths right before he took my dick down his throat.

The head of my dick hit the back of his throat. He sucked hard, and a cry tore out of me as I came so hard I couldn’t take in a breath.

A tidal wave of pleasure crashed over me, consuming me.

I unraveled, my body writhing and thrashing as I lost myself in the ecstasy of my climax.

My cum filled his mouth as he worked my dick, pulling it almost out before he slammed his mouth back down.

His mouth never waivered, only moved in rhythm with the convulsions. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, that my body became nothing more than a vessel for the explosive ecstasy that rippled through me.

“G-god… Brir…” My voice was a ragged breath, barely audible above the sound of my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

He hummed around me, making me gasp and twitch in his mouth. The vibrations from the deep sound sent another wave of sensitivity through my already overstimulated dick. My grip on his horns tightened, a white-knuckle hold as I slowly descended from my high.

Brir pulled back slowly, allowing me to slip from his mouth before licking me clean. It was enough to send a soft whimper from my lips at the sensitive touch. He seemed to relish in it, taking his time as he savored the taste of me to clean every drop of my cum from my skin.

I was still panting for breath, my body locked up when he pulled off, hand wrapping around my throat as he held me up so I was sitting on the edge of the bed. His mouth slammed a hard kiss to my lips. My cum poured into my mouth as he kissed me deeply. His hands held me still and made me swallow what he pushed into my mouth.

After a moment that felt like an eternity, he released my lips, leaving me gasping. My body still trembled from the aftershocks, the taste of myself on my tongue sending shivers down my spine. A moan slipped past my lips as his teeth grazed against my exposed throat.

“Brir,” I panted again, clawing at his back, wanting him closer. He looked down at me then, his eyes shining in the dim light—so bright, so full of hunger and raw need. He was beautiful in a primal and wild way that took my breath away.

A wicked grin spread across his face at the sound of his name on my lips. His rough hands traced over the contours of my body with an intimate familiarity that made my skin flush hot under his touch.

“Come here. Let me feed more into that mouth,” I looked down to see his cock rock hard and ready for me. A dozen ridges lined his length, making him look ribbed.

His groan was guttural as if wrung from somewhere deep within him as he moved, folding his body over mine. His gaze never left mine as he guided me onto my knees, positioning me just right. A slight hiss tore through me when my thigh twinged.

“Careful, Butterfly.” Brir’s eyes traveled down to the wound still on my leg. “You good, Artemis?” he asked, His hand cradling my chin as he studied my face.

“Yes,” I looked up at him from my knees. He held me still for just a moment, his thumb running along my jaw before he let go. I eagerly leaned forward to lick the bead of liquid off the tip of his cock that bobbed tantalizingly close to my face.

“Then open your fucking mouth for me,” he commanded, his voice thick with arousal. My lips parted obediently, and he guided himself into my mouth slowly, carefully.

His taste flooded my senses as his tip brushed against my tongue. There was a hint of saltiness and the bitter edge of pre-cum that made me moan around him. One hand gripped his thick base while he fed it into my mouth. The other tangled in my hair, guiding my every move.

I looked up his body, his cock cutting off my air supply, his red irises locked on mine, burning with a lust that made my dick try to harden again with interest. He gave me time to adjust to his size but still made me gag on his length. I gripped the backs of his legs tightly, pulling him into me even as it choked me. He groaned above me. Each ridge forced my jaw wider till it ached.

Brir’s head tossed back as he thrust his dick back into my mouth. The moan that tore out of him gave me such pleasure. The sight and sound of him lost in pleasure was a revelation that had heat pooling in the pit of my stomach once again.

“Yes, hold onto me while I fuck your mouth,” His eyes found me again. My eyes watered from the deep pressure in the back of my throat. The floating feeling of my orgasm still kept my mind blissfully blank.

My heart pounded in my chest as he set a rhythm—slow yet relentless.

He pushed in deep and then pulled back, allowing me just a fraction of a second to catch my breath before repeating the movement.

His taste filled my mouth—a heady mixture of salt and musk tinged with something uniquely Brir. My tongue swirled around his length, seeking every ridge and bump, teasing him with slow, deliberate licks that earned me more of those guttural sounds I craved.

His grip on my hair tightened as I took him deeper into my mouth, a silent command that spurred me on. His voice filled the room, a symphony of lust and pleasure that harmonized perfectly with the rhythm of our bodies moving together.

“Good boy.” He grunted as I swallowed around him, his hips bucking in response to the sensation. The compliment sent a thrill down my spine, igniting a spark of pride that fueled my efforts. I was determined to please him, to make him lose himself like he had done for me.

I gagged around him when he hit the back of my throat with a particularly hard thrust. But it did nothing to deter him; instead, Brir looked down at me with darkened eyes that screamed of his desire.

“Like that?” Brir asked with a smile. “Yeah, you like when I choke you on my cock?” His voice was husky, thick with need.

I could only moan around him in response, a desperate sound that he seemed to relish. His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling my head back slightly as he directed his cock deeper into my throat.

Each thrust nudged his cock deeper, the tip brushing my throat, threatening to choke me with its enormity. I tasted him on my tongue, musky and raw, a potent reminder of his monstrous nature.

He continued to thrust into my mouth, each movement of his hips causing the ridges of his cock to scrape against the inside of my throat. The friction was intoxicating, a brutal reminder of our raw, animalistic desire.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh at the back of my scalp, his grip like iron bands. His breath hissed between clenched teeth; each guttural moan that slipped from his lips tasted like a sweet victory on my tongue.

“Fuck, yes,” Brir growled above me. The primal word echoed through me. “Your mouth feels too fucking good, Butterfly. I’m going to cum.”

His head fell back on his shoulders, exposing the long column of his neck adorned with glowing scars now pulsing faintly. I wanted to reach out, trace those lines with my fingers, and commit them to memory. Then he looked down at me, his red eyes captivating me as I looked up at him.

My fingers found purchase on the rippling muscles of his thighs, feeling the tension coiling in them as he neared his climax. His voice was strangled and rough as he emitted a low growl that stirred my insides in a delicious, terrifying way.

His sheer power—the raw, untamed energy—was intoxicating. I could feel it radiating off him like a tangible thing, a primal force that had my body reacting on a visceral level. The taste of him in my mouth, the feeling of his body against mine, all of it combined to drive me beyond any rational thought.

“Take it,” he rasped, voice thick with the promise of his impending orgasm. His thrusts increased in intensity, each push deeper and rougher than the last.

His grip on my hair tightened, and I could feel the tension coiling tighter in his body as his cock was forced into my throat. His grip tightened in my hair as he stiffened above me, his body arching back with a deep-throated roar. His cock throbbed in my mouth, and then I tasted him—the bitter, salty essence of him. My throat worked around him as he flooded my mouth with his release.

With one final thrust, he tunneled that cock into my throat and held my head there, not allowing me to pull back. Brir let out a low growl and demanded, “Swallow.”

My throat worked his cock as I gagged and fought for air. His cum flooded my mouth, forcing me to swallow or choke on the onslaught.

Gulping down, I did as he commanded, swallowing his cum down my parched throat. I felt tears pouring down my face from the force of it, but there was a certain satisfaction in being able to take him, a sense of triumph that sparked deep within me. His release came in spurts, filling my mouth to the brim until I had no choice but to swallow or risk choking on him.

The shudder that tore through him echoed through my own body as my dick jumped, trying to harden again.

“That’s it, good boy. Take it all,” he panted, eyes half-lidded as he looked down at me. His hands tightened in my hair, hips jerking as he spilled himself down my throat. His taste was heady, intoxicating—a fierce reminder of his raw, monstrous nature that set a fire blazing in the pit of my stomach.

He held himself there, pressed deep within me as aftershocks trembled through him. His grip on my hair slackened slightly as my vision turned hazy at the edges. Then, he jerked back, pulling free from my mouth with a wet pop. Air poured back into my lungs as I panted on my knees, my chest heaving.

With the taste of Brir’s release still lingering on my tongue, I found myself gazing up at him in awe. The look in his eyes, the glow of his scars, and the way he held himself were all intoxicating. He wasn’t just a monster but a beautiful, raw, primal force of nature, and I was more than just attracted to him. I was drawn to him in a way that I never thought possible.

I couldn’t help but reach up, tentatively tracing the lines of his scars with my fingers. He growled slowly, his eyes flaring with surprise and desire—a mix of emotions that made my heart race.

“Look at you…” he whispered, his lips brushing against the corner of my mouth. His gaze took over me.

His voice was low and rough, like gravel under the weight of a heavy boot. He crouched down, bringing his face into my line of sight. His eyes were burning embers glowing in the dim light of our secluded enclave.

“You are beautiful,” he said with a tenderness that surprised me. His hand reached out, tracing the curve of my cheek and slipping into my hair. I leaned into his touch, starved for it after the intensity of what had transpired between us.

“So fucking beautiful like this, Butterfly. Ruined by my cock,” he murmured against my lips as he gently kissed me.

His hands moved from my hair to cradle my face gently, his calloused fingers tracing over my wet cheeks and swollen lips with a tender touch that contrasted sharply with the roughness of our coupling moments before. His thumb brushed over my lower lip, smearing his essence that still clung there.

The action made me acutely aware of his lingering taste on my tongue—raw and unhinged, bitter yet strangely sweet.

His words stirred a heated blush that crept up my neck, coloring my cheeks crimson. His eyes, mesmerizing and unblinking, held mine as he slowly withdrew his hand from my hair.

His arms snaked under mine, and then he was lifting me off the ground, cradling my body so lovingly as he climbed onto the bed.

“Brir…” I murmured, his taste still on my tongue. He responded with a low, contented hum that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. When he leaned down to kiss me, it took my breath away. He tenderly, slowly rolled his tongue against mine before pulling back. His hand crossed my cheek. Then, he lifted his shirt off the bed and slowly cleaned up my face. His eyes never left me.

With a hand on my chest, he pushed me back down on the soft mattress. My body resonated in time with his as he slid beside me on the bed, pulling a soft blanket over us. My cool scales slid against his warm flesh as he spooned me, tucking me against him with an arm draped over my waist. His fingers gently traced my abdomen.

As the haze of our shared pleasure receded, I turned my head to look back at him. His eyes were squeezed shut; the white scars that adorned his skin were less luminescent now, glowing only faintly in the dim light.

He was all soft and hard edges rolled into one—the monster that had ravaged me and yet cradled me so tenderly now.

“I wish you could see yourself like I see you,” he murmured sleepily. His voice vibrated against my back, a soothing baritone that seeped into my skin, fanning the still-smoldering embers within me. His fingers gently traced my stomach, eliciting goosebumps every place they touched. “I love your scales. They’re stunning. I have never seen hexagon-shaped scales before.”

I looked down at the scales that covered my arms. I had never noticed their shape before. They were bathed in the light blue color of Brir’s lit-up threads, which made the green shimmer just a bit brighter. I could almost see what attracted him to them.

“You’re incredibly beautiful,” he breathed out, each word punctuated with a soft kiss to the back of my neck. His admissions made me blush, but it was more than that; the pure, unfiltered honesty in his voice made my heart flutter. “I think…” he started and stopped.

He was silent for a while, his fingers still idly tracing patterns on my skin. I lay there, basking in his warm presence and letting the rhythm of his breath lull me into a sense of security and peace.

“I think I’ve known it from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he continued, his voice soft and contemplative. “That you… that we were meant to be. Your strength, your spirit… it matches mine. It calls to me. You’re mine, and I’m never letting you go.”

My breath hitched at his words, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through my chest. A part of me wanted to dismiss them as mere words spoken in the aftermath of passion. Yet another part—a more hopeful, more daring part—clung onto them with everything it had.

There was a vulnerability in him now that I hadn’t seen, something tender and raw that made him seem more human than ever. The monster with the burning eyes and powerful form was still there, taking care of me. Telling me how much he wanted me.

“Brir…” I murmured. The world looked at him as a monster. It looked at me like that, too. This man who had risked his life to save me now cradled me so tenderly.

Brir nuzzled into my neck. “Hush now, I finally got your mind to quiet. Just lay with me. Let me hold you.” He chuckled softly. The sound rumbled through his chest and into mine. The tenderness of his touch and the softness of his breath against my skin starkly contrasted with the raw intensity of the moments that had just passed. Though I yearned to respond, to reciprocate his sentiments. I found myself lost for words and settled for reaching behind me, capturing one of his massive hands in mine and guiding it upward to my throat, encouraging him to wrap himself around me tighter. He complied without question, his arm curling protectively over my torso, tethering me to him.