Chapter 13.3
My other hand trailed up his bare chest, gently caressing the soft skin before finding one of his nipples. I pinched it lightly, and he let out a cry, his hips bucking into my hand while his tail tightened around my thigh. The surprise that flickered in his eyes told me he wasn’t aware of how sensitive he was.
My mouth curled into a vicious grin. “That’s my good boy,” I purred. “Tell me what you want,” I growled lowly by his ear, nipping at the lobe lightly. I let my hand trail down his side. I felt the sharp contrast between his heated skin and the cold scales. My fingers lingered at the base of his tail where the first spike emerged, careful not to apply any pressure, knowing it was a sensitive area. “I’m going to need more hands to keep touching you everywhere. I want to drive you mad.”
He gasped sharply, his spine arching into my touch. His tail looped tighter around my thigh, a silent plea. The sight sent pulses of desire coursing through me.
“Oh god!” He shuddered.
I chuckled into his neck. His hands gripped my thighs, sharp claws nipping my flesh, but I didn’t say anything. I loved the feel of his body against me. “Please,” he begged when my fingers put pressure on the sensitive underside of his tail near his hole.
“Your body is beautiful. Your cock is leaking for me. Do you know how hot that is?” I moved my hands to his stomach, looking down at his body over his shoulder. “I wish I could taste it.”
His eyes widened in surprise. “You… you mean that?” he asked, his voice hoarse. His erection was so hard in my hand that I could feel it throbbing.
“Yes,’’ I dragged out the word before moaning at the thought of tasting his dick. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” I shifted my hands to his waist, anchoring him against me subtly. His claws tightened instinctively on my thigh.
A soft whimper escaped him as I sped up my strokes. Not fast enough to get him off, but fast enough to make him crave more.
“I want you,” I confessed in a low grumble, my fingers tracing the outline of his abs. My eyes followed my hands, taking in the sight of him—vulnerable yet beautiful under the bright light that filtered through the trees from the sun. His black and green scales glittered. “You’re fucking beautiful…” I drew out the last word as I nuzzled my face against him. “And you’re all fucking mine.”
His sharp intake of breath was the only sound that broke the silence. His tail coiled tighter around my leg.
“I want you too,” he admitted, his voice shaking as he surrendered to his desire. His hands reached back, claws scraping against my skin to grip at my thighs. “But…” he began to protest again, eyes wide with paralyzing fear and undeniable lust. His body squirmed against me, hips rolling unconsciously into the touch of my hand. His tail twitched erratically, hitting against my thighs as if it had a mind of its own.
“I’m hideous.” He bowed his head to look down at his body. The tail between my legs slowed its movements and then fell still.
“No,” I rebuffed him sternly, my grip on his hips tightening as if to hold him together. “You’re exquisite, Artemis. Even your name is elegant. Look at the amazing color of your scales. Do you know how rare it is to have black scales for my people?” My fingers ran over his forearm. “How fucking sexy the pattern is. I’m going to have to kill people to fucking keep you.”
“Brir.” He called my name like it was a plea, making my cock pulse. Its segments expanded in a rush as his ass pushed against me.
“If you were mine, I would spank this tight ass until you understood just how perfect you fucking are.” I nipped the side of his neck, making him hiss, then grabbed one of his ass cheeks roughly. I squeezed it hard, letting my fingers emphasize my point. I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, a testament to the intensity of his desires.
“But I don’t have the right to discipline you,” I continued, my voice low and tinged with a hint of disappointment. “Unless you want to be mine, Artemis.” I bit down again on his neck, keeping my nose pressed against him as I growled my next question. “Do you want to be mine, Artemis?”
“Sp…Spank?” Artemis stuttered, but he didn’t answer my question. His voice was barely audible over his heavy breaths. His bottom clenched reflexively in my grip. I could practically see the thoughts swirling around in his head, painting many emotions across his face.
“Yes,” I affirmed, my hand giving a light squeeze as I watched him closely. Looking for any hesitation as I spoke next. “I would correct you when you put yourself down like that.”
His moan made me smile. He liked that. Fuck he didn’t just like it. His scent told me he wanted it. Craved it.
His eyes fluttered shut, and he sucked in a shaky breath as a flush of desire washed over him. My voice was firm but gentle, like the calming rumble of thunder before rain. “Now answer me, Butterfly. Do you want to be mine?”
“And if you were mine?” he countered, his voice barely a whisper.
I let go of his dick again and tilted his face up to meet my eyes so he was looking at me. The smile that I gave him brought his eyes to my mouth. Grasping his hip with my other hand to hold him still, I rocked my cock against him. Letting him feel just how hard I was, the segments engorged. I rubbed it against his ass, making him whine. His blue eyes were begging me to take him apart. His naked desire bared his soul to me.
“I’d cherish you,” I responded simply, my gaze never leaving his. “I’d protect you, make love to you, fuck you so hard that you forgot your very name, worship every inch of this body you think is hideous. Prove to you that it is not. That you are fucking perfect. And. All. Fucking. Mine.” I punctuated each word with a thrust of my hips, slamming my cock against him.
His body tensed at my words as he studied my face, looking for any hint of dishonesty. Artemis pulled his lip between his teeth, an unassuming yet seductive gesture that drew a low growl from deep within my chest. I leaned down to kiss that perfect mouth, and my thumb rescued his lip from his teeth.
“I… I want that,” he breathed, claws digging into my thigh unconsciously. His fingers flexed against my flesh as he finally voiced what he wanted.
I couldn’t help but smile at his confession. My fingers kissed his skin as I stroked the side of his jaw, my touch feather-light. I was so proud of him.
“Good boy,” I whispered against his lips before kissing him like he was air and I was suffocating. The scent of his lust rolling off his skin was driving me wild. I wanted to be between his legs. To fuck into him until he came all over me. I wrapped my hand around his dick again, no longer trying to make him last. I pumped him fast. I wanted him to cum for me now.
Artemis moaned loudly into my mouth. Breathless little pleases escaped him as I pulled my mouth from his. I wanted to watch him cum. To watch him fall apart in my arms. I rutted against him, my cock rubbing against his back with delicious friction. It forced his hips forward into my hand, so he fucked my fist.
“Oh gods, yes,” he surrendered, his husky voice sending shivers down my spine. His body trembled beneath me, the soft echo of surrender making my own body respond in an almost primal way. “Please…”
My other hand explored his body with increasing boldness. My fingers danced along his sides and down his lean, taut stomach. I traced the line where human skin met the black scales of his new form.
His hips jolted up at the touch, and a gasp escaped from between those perfect lips. I savored the taste of his desperation as it mingled with our tension. “I’ve got you,” I murmured into his ear as I ran my hand up and down his length teasingly. He let out a whimper that was half sigh, half plea. I smiled into his skin.
“I’m going to make you cum.” I kissed and licked the side of his neck up to his ear.
“Please, Brir.” My name on his lips and the way he begged made me moan. I nipped his shoulder with my teeth as I pushed my hips harder into his back, rubbing my cock against his slippery skin. I slid his stiff cock into the slippery mess of my hand. “I need more.”
I didn’t plan to stop. I didn’t want to stop. His submission was endearing, his trust intoxicating, and I was drunk on it. “What do you need, Butterfly?” I asked him. I stopped pumping his dick and tightened my hand around its base to keep him from coming, making him hiss between his teeth and whimpering. “What do you need me to do to you?” I asked again. I watched as embarrassment filled his face. Fear trapped the words inside of his head. When he didn’t answer, I slapped his ass. The sound rang out around us even as he moaned from the pain. “Answer me, Artemis,” I growled against him.
Heat flooded his neck, but his eyes cleared, and the words tumbled from his mouth. “My hole,” he begged. “Play with my hole.”
It was then that I realized just how much I needed him, too—needed his submission, needed to see him degraded and begging for more under my touch.
I couldn’t help but chuckle at his request. The husky tone of his voice sent shivers down my spine. I was more than happy to oblige.
“Damn, Artemis. You’re so gorgeous when you beg.” I growled into his neck and brought my other hand up to his chest to tweak his nipple before I trailed the hand down his body. I curled my fingers under his tail, pressing against his hole. There was a natural slick fluid leaking from his body that made me moan as I circled my finger around his entrance. It coated the tips of my fingers before I slid one inside. His cries told me just how much he wanted me inside him.
“Your hole is wet, Artemis,” I whispered against his ear. “This delightful new body wants me to fuck it. Fuck you.” I loosened my hold at the base of his dick and started stroking him again. He needed release. His dick pulsed with need in my hand.
I pumped his dick quickly. The raw power of getting him close made my teeth ache to mark him. Right before he came, I let him go. He cried out in frustration. “You fucking asshole!” he screamed, making me laugh. His hand went to finish himself off, but I grabbed his wrists with one hand, pinning them to his chest.
I looked down at his body, moaning as I watched his dick bob with need. I hadn’t stopped fucking his hole with my other hand. The sensation made his dick leak cum into the water at our knees.
“Do you like it when I fuck your hole with my fingers, Butterfly?” I asked.
“Yes,” he whined. I pressed in another finger, stretching the rim of his slick hole. His body stretched around me to make room. I let go of his hands and started stroking his dick again. I smiled down at him. Fuck, he was beautiful when he let go. He would cum any second now, and I had a great view. His head was tossed back against my shoulder, moaning to the sky. I rocked my hips faster into him, encouraging him to hump into my hand as I thrust my fingers into his body.
I slid another finger in, stretching him further. He cried out, eyes flashing open. “Yes!” he yelled.
His body clenched down on my hand as I forced him to take my fingers, fucking him harder. His slick hole eased the way open for my hand. He would feel so fucking tight around my cock. I could almost imagine how hard he would pulse with his orgasm. “Hold on,” I whispered into his ear. “Not yet, Artemis.”
“No… Brir, I…” he stuttered between heavy breaths. His tone told me he was angry that I wouldn’t let him cum yet. I stopped jerking his dick but kept my hand pumping into him. “No!” he cried out. “I need to cum!” His hips tried to get me to move. His hands scrabbled over my arm to let go of his dick, to let him cum.
“I want you to cum, but not yet,” I insisted, my grip on him tightening just enough to edge him back from the brink again. His body shuddered beneath mine, half in frustration and half in anticipation. The raw need in his voice twanged a primal chord deep within me. He was fucking fire to play with, and I was going to get so burned. “I want you stretched wide around my fingers when you do.”
The anticipation was a sweet torture for us both. His breath hitched in his throat. His heart pounded in his chest—I could feel it echoing against my ribcage. He was so close now, ready for release, and each second of denial only intensified the pleasure that I knew would follow.
“I… I can’t…” he gasped out. A delicious pleading note in his voice sent a jolt of heat straight to my core.
“Yes, you can,” I countered. My hand fucking his hole continued its torture when I added a fourth finger. His dick pulsed. My hand locked around the base, keeping him from release. I sped up my fingers, fucking his hole, every stroke designed to keep him teetering on the edge of ecstasy without pushing him over. His back arched against me as he sought relief from the agonizing tension I was building inside his body.
“Brir,” he moaned out my name again, but this time, it was a plea with such raw desperation that it took every ounce of my self-control not to give in yet and cum all over his back.
“Let go, Butterfly,” I commanded in a low growl beside his ear. My grip around his dick relented to jerk him hard and fast. The dual sensation caused him to lose it with a cry that echoed off the desolate ruins around us. “Cum for me.”
“Oh god,” he panted against my neck. His release was a hot pulse against my hand, the sight enthralling. His deep, guttural sounds of pleasure echoed around us. It was music to my ears. “Brir… Brir…” he murmured my name like a mantra, an echo that faded into the silence as his body started to lock up.
Artemis’s dick erupted in my hand, cum shooting out onto his chest and all over my hand. I slowed my hand but didn’t stop till his release was finished, milking every drop from him. His body went slack in my arms, exhaustion overtaking him.
“Mmm. If I didn’t have soap all over my hand, I would taste your cum,” I held up his shaking body as he went limp from pleasure. I smiled cockily down at him, swept him up into my arms, and made my way to the sand at the bank. “You came so hard for me,” I laid him down gently on the blanket I had laid out earlier. “You're fucking perfect, Butterfly.”
I grasped my now aching cock and stroked quickly. Watching him cum got me so close. Just a few strokes of my hand, and I was emptying all over his body. I painted him with long ropes of my cum. I opened my eyes lazily, smiling down at the man, looking back up with his blue eyes that entranced me.
I leaned over him, our bodies mere inches apart, the smell of our mingled release heady in the air. He looked up at me, his blue eyes glazed with spent desire and a touch of wonder as if he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. “You beautiful creature,” I purred in his ear, taking one last sweep across his chest with my hand to wipe the cum away. “I’m never letting you go.”
His body shivered beneath mine as he grinned lazily up at me, the corners of his mouth twitching in that mischievous way that made my heart stutter every time. He was blissfully sated, worn, and languidly stretched out on the sand. I felt a fierce satisfaction unfurl in my chest at the sight of him, marked by both me and the pleasure I’d given him.
Slowly, I bent to lick the wound on his thigh, tasting the salty tang of blood and sweat mixed with the earthy undertone that was uniquely him. His sharp intake of breath echoed in the quietness surrounding us as I gently cleaned away the bleeding trail.
“Brir,” he murmured, his voice weak but laced with a charm that seemed to pull at my very soul. “That’s hot.”
His words caught me off guard, but I responded with another sweep of my tongue over his wound before laying my head against the cool scales of his thigh. Our labored breaths were the only sound I could hear as my heart rate returned to normal.
I squeezed him more tightly. “Rest,” I commanded him, warmth spreading through my chest at his words. It wasn’t just physical pleasure I had given him; it was acceptance, care, and… love? The word hung in front of me, unspoken yet undeniable. My reaction to his body showed me what he could be to me. I had never lost control that badly with another person. I could still taste him on my tongue. My feelings felt like a tether in my chest, pulling me towards him. My threads hadn’t stopped glowing the whole time we were in the river, but now that his hands were no longer on my skin, the light started to fade.
His body shuddered, goosebumps rippling across his skin as the breeze cooled his wet flesh. “Brir,” Artemis mumbled, tired but content, “That’s… mmh…” His sentence trailed into an unintelligible murmur as I kissed the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.
“I know,” my voice rumbled low against the pulse point throbbing in his leg. There was something deeply intimate about this act, something that made my heart skip in my chest.
Artemis’s eyes fluttered open as he gazed at me drowsily under his thick, dark lashes. The sight of him looking so vulnerable and trusting made warmth burn in my chest. Strands of his damp hair stuck to his forehead, and I reached for a hand to brush them away gently. His eyes held mine for a moment longer before he let them fall closed again with a sigh of contentment.
A small smile played on Artemis’s lips as his breathing slowed, indicating that he was drifting off to sleep, the day’s weariness catching up with him. “Rest now,” I murmured again, pressing one final kiss to his heated skin before drawing back.
“I don’t think I can walk back to the bunker,” he muttered, making me laugh. His body was still twitching. “My legs feel like Jell-O.”
“I will carry you back.” I kissed his cheek as he yawned and snuggled into the blanket.
As he slept soundly in the soft glow of the setting sun, my gaze slipped over his peaceful features. Artemis dozed—his body limp, eyes closed, and lips turned up in a small smile. I had to get water and wash our clothes before we left so he could rest there in the waning sun and dry as much as possible.
As I occupied myself with the tasks, I kept stealing glances his way. There was something ethereal about how he lay there, half in slumber under the sun’s rays, water droplets clinging onto the soft tufts of hair on his skin. In the sunlight, I noticed that Artemis’s hair had a green tint, a much lighter color than his scales. That made him even more beautiful. Each rise and fall of his chest seemed to sync with the rhythm of my heartbeat; it was a song only we knew, a melody shared between two souls bound by an inexplicable connection.
Thoughts of our intimacy lingered in my mind, replaying like echoes bouncing off canyon walls. His trust was still new, raw around the edges, yet he opened up to me in ways no one ever had. It was as if layers of insecurities were peeled away to reveal the core of who he truly was—a resilient spirit wrapped up in a fragile shell.
The sound of his soft breaths made it harder for me to focus on getting our clothes cleaned. I turned away from him, immersing myself fully in our dirty garb that needed washing. My hands worked deftly in the water, beating and rubbing the fabric clean.
I washed my clothes, wrung them out, and placed them in the basket. I would hang them to dry next to the fire tonight. I whistled for Dune, who had wandered pretty far down the river. He was still looking for whatever he could dig up under the water. When he returned to me, the two water drums sat full on the bank. He had a rock tucked safely between his jaws, and he walked over and dropped it near Artemis, where he was sleeping.
“Did you get that for him?” Dune’s tail wagged back and forth briefly before he trotted over. The tan scales of his body were shiny with water. I connected the water drums to his harness before I patted his side. I tethered the basket with my clothes on top of one of the drums to carry Artemis back home.
Home. What a weird feeling. Nothing had felt like home since Calea’s death. I pushed the thoughts of my sister out of my mind, not wanting to dredge up the bad memories, and went over to where I had left Artemis sleeping beautifully in the sun. His black-green scales looked breathtaking against his pale human skin where the two met.
Sliding my arms under his body, I scooped him up; his weight was nothing to me. Leaning down, I kissed his forehead as he nuzzled into my chest. I had never liked humans before, but this one was my exception. I smiled down at the sleeping man.
I knew my banishment would mean I could never fully bond with him, not with out my tail but I could have these little moments. That thought was like a bucket of ice water crashing over me. The smile slid off my face. All those good feelings now gone. I squeezed him to my chest a little tighter. I found I wanted all of that with him. I wanted to be more with him. I wanted the mating bond because I would be damned if I was letting him go. He was fucking mine.