Chapter 16 Dancing in the Dark #2
His fingers push slightly inside me, and I hitch from the penetration, bringing my thighs together tightly against the sides of his tail. With one hand, I reach back and press down on the middle of his bulge where I can feel the scaled edges of his seam.
“Do not move while I explore,” he warns, pushing his fingers deeper into me, clasping me by my front at the same time. “I do not want thissss to end before it has begun. If you bring forth my prick right now, I do not know what I will do.”
“I have to move,” I whine, solely focused on the sensation of his body against me and the orgasm that I’m beginning to need more than air. An orgasm I’m going to need to think clearly again. “I need to move. I want to explore you too.”
I’ve barely touched him, haven’t even held his hand, and his fingers are already partway inside me.
His tail slides over the flowers and moss to coil around in a thick ring, looping from between my legs in a wide circle to then end with his tailtip curled again around my breast. As I partially turn in his embrace and run my hand over his slit, both of his come up at the same time to cup my breasts over my bra.
Sliding the rest of my leg over his tail as he lowers us to the ground, I face him.
“There’s a clasp at the back,” I suggest. At this slower pace, I can process my thoughts better, even if I’m continually breathing in his scent. He’s taking cues.
Krellix pauses at my words, clearly considering them. He reaches up with one hand to tug at the back of my bra and fumble with the clasp.
“Like this.” I reach back and help him along, finding the normalcy of such a ritual comforting. My bra pops loose and tangles with his tail. In a rough, flicking movement to free it, his scales swipe past my nipples. Taut and sensitive, they bead, making me suck in my stomach.
My head tilts forward as another whimper leaves me. Lowering my palms down on him, I grind my sex over his bulge. “Release your cock. Now.” Suddenly I’m the one that’s moving things along.
I slide back and squint down at his slit, eager for it to emerge, softening my touch to caress the taut line. With the darkness growing, if it doesn’t emerge soon, I might not be able to see it at all.
Suddenly stiff all around me, Krellix is frozen as his slit opens before my eyes, and almost at my command.
Clenching his tail between my legs, a scent reaches my nose that is entirely unfamiliar to me.
It floods me, rushing at me like heat over my face.
I thought I was smelling his pheromones before but I was wrong…
A moment of worry has me hesitating, afraid of how easily I could get addicted, but it vanishes when his large appendage appears. Stretching his scales in either direction, it pushes from his body until the slit is no longer visible around his wide girth.
Long and thick, and radiating with heat, I grasp his cock gently with my hands and lean it away from me, taking in the knot in the middle of his shaft.
It’s big but not as big as I thought it would be.
With that in mind, some of my nervousness at our size difference dissolves.
But with the discovery of his knot, a different type of nervousness takes over.
I wish I was more versed about the nuances of naga mating rituals but I thought a knot meant a true mating…
Breathing in more of his scent, the idea makes my chest tighten and my breaths shorten.
I peer at his face to see if he’s worried or stressed but all I find is intense focus and a deep heat in his eyes.
I don’t want this to stop and he doesn’t seem to want it to stop either. But I also don’t want to hurt him.
“You’re creating a knot…” I murmur, feeling its bulginess with my fingers and palms. “Is that… okay?”
“It will be fine.” Straining, he grunts as I slowly run my hands over it, him, and around his base, genuinely curious to know everything about him.
“I thought the knot didn’t form until the process of choosing and taking a mate had already begun.”
A knot doesn’t form until a mate is specifically chosen. Right?
Shelby told me that.
Once the knot forms, the male’s body makes a specially potent seed for his chosen female as his specific scent invades her body and readies her for it, and the male craves sex until the knot is milked of its seed and the female is bred. If the female is not bred, the knot never fully subsides.
“Julia, I fear I may never have another chance with… you.”
“You won’t be able to breed me. I have an IUD inserted from the Yulen.”
He groans. “Let me worry about my knot, female. If you cannot be bred, you have nothing to be concerned about. Others have not been bred, and their males have survived.”
I look at him, parting my lips before pursing them and sighing. “Fine.”
Breathing in Krellix’s scent, feeling it pool inside of me with every shuddering breath, I break out in a cold sweat. Cupping his knot with both hands, my emotions battle my instincts. A question forms in my head before I can stop it... Who else would he be mated to if not… me?
And for how long? The other mated males often had bulges… but not those who haven’t mated, if they had one, they were smaller than their mated counterparts. Krellix’s bulge hadn’t seemed overly huge.
His hands move from where they gently cup my breasts to slide down to my hips.
“Mine has just begun to form. When your fingers were slipping through my hair… I felt my seed truly begin to quicken. Now, female,” he grunts, his voice barely audible between his rough hissing.
“I need… I need to be inside you.” He clasps my hips and lifts them up, moving me further over him.
“I promise, I will take you no other way except like this.”
Licking my lips, I believe him. I have no reason not to.
I lean back to find his tail has walled me in, eliminating any escape route entirely.
Not worried about needing one, I tentatively rest against it and meet his dark gaze.
With his eyes downcast upon my body, his fingers tighten, digging into my flesh.
Gripping me harshly, he starts to lower me down over him, clearly seeking to seat me on his cock.
Burning with the need to do just that, I take a sharp breath.
Bracing, uncaring of waiting any longer, and with the help of his strength, I push down on his thick tip and sink over him, ready to take him. With his cock stretching me, I shut my eyes and focus on remaining in control and keeping a hold of my rationality.
But at the same time, I yearn to just let go.
Inhaling his musky pheromones with abandon, so thick in the evening chill, heat continues to spread across my skin as I work to adjust to his length and girth.
Sinking slowly over him, I grind hard several times against his knot before biting down on my lower lip and bearing down further.
In a fight I feel like I need to win, I constrict around him.
“Krellix,” I whimper. His gaze shifts to mine. Staring at him, panting with the quickening need to reach a crescendo and to forget everything else except him, I sink completely down over him.
So full of him, stretched from every angle, the ache of his pronounced intrusion only adds to my pleasure. Feeling him inside me, having taken his cock and knot easier than I expected, prepared for it by his pheromones, delicious sensation thrums through me.
When I’m completely seated upon him, my chin drops to my chest as a breath of relief rushes out of me.
“It’s done,” I whisper, clenching hard. His knot presses into me from every side, pushing hard against the most sensitive part.
Every breath, every twitch, the hard walls of his cock rub further over the area.
Curling my toes in pleasure, I constrict quickly, fluttering my muscles to the thrumming in my head.
“Female,” he purrs deeply, his voice rumbling over me. There’s an edge to it like he’s holding himself back. “I finally know.” His words caress my ears with its wistful sentiment. “What you feel like.” His hands squeeze me like he’s proud.
Pure instinct takes over.
Straightening, planting my palms hard on his chest, suddenly wild with need, I lift and drop down upon him, crying out when his knot stretches every part of me. My fingers curl and my eyes wrench closed, straining as my muscles simultaneously attempt to fight him off and keep him deep inside of me.
“Yessss,” he hisses and the sound vibrates straight through me, as if coming up from between my legs.
I pick up my pace when the raw ache of his intrusion fades into pure pleasure and my orgasm nears.
With each clash of our bodies, the sharpness of the stretch eases further, allowing me more room to move, to feel.
Holding onto me with a death grip, his fingers dig in, bruising my skin.
I wear his restraint thin as I writhe back and forth on his cock.
All while his claws scratch my skin and his palms knead my flesh.
Empowered by the precipice of danger and the darkness that’s now beginning to hide us in its deeper shadows, I ride him faster, harder, uncaring of setting a rhythm.
Frustration, anger, and even sorrow swells in me to merge with my body’s thrumming nerves and the longer it takes for me to reach the precipice the harder I push forward and against him.
I forget about his pleasure and focus solely on mine, selfishly taking everything I can and giving nothing in return.
Fuck my squad for abandoning me. Fuck being kept at Zaku’s. Fuck this world, and these nagas, and Supreme Commander Minton Volp and the destruction of The Dreadnaut. Fuck losing everything. Fuck it all.
But especially of all—fuck Krellix.
His hand covers my mouth, stealing my cry just before it escapes into the air.
“Quiet, female,” he grits, holding back a groan himself when I constrict around him.
With the sun gone entirely, Krellix is nothing more than a dark shadow beneath me.
Hearing his stifled grunting and the animalistic noises he’s making as I work back and forth over him, never fully popping off, I do what he just did to me and clamp my hand over his mouth—battling him like an enemy to be defeated, blow for blow.
I drag his hand off my mouth with my free one, intent on victory—after all, I’ve already taken all of him.
It catches on my throat, and he shakes my hand off, cups my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. I bite back a moan.
His hips meet me with my next undulation and an orgasm rips through me, shattering me, rendering me silent.
My body shakes erratically as my knees lock to either side of his tail.
My core flutters around him and with a gasping shudder, I jerk up and back down once more, feeling his knot massage my inner, sensitive walls.
His hisses deepen as his hands lock around my hips, jerking me on him some more, dragging my climax out even longer.
I ride out my orgasm in another battle of who’s in control.
Like me, he’s otherwise silent, our bodies and his low hissing the only noises we’re making.
As my orgasm fades, his lulling hiss mesmerizes me as I continue rocking back and forth but at a slower pace. “Krellix,” I purr his name, panting and sweating but feeling cool and invigorated. I inhale his heady, musky scent, uncaring if they’re his pheromones, and moan, licking my lips.
He’s taut and tense beneath me. Wondering why he hasn’t said a word, I blink down at him to study what I can see of his face. “Krellix?” I search his features in the darkness. “Is something wrong?”
Did I do something? Inside me, he’s as hard as ever, and seems to be even bigger. “Krellix?” I say his name once more, worry seeping in.
His right hand slides up my body to clasp my neck, squeezing it slightly.
My hands grip his wrist as he sits higher and further over me.
I slide backward to pull off of him and put space between us but as I do, he snaps forward and drives my body backward to the ground, pinning me with his cock and tail.
I push at his chest. “Krellix?!”
He leans heavily over me, his elbows trapping me on either side. “I have you now, Julia.” His tongue flicks my ear and my stomach flutters. “I am not done with you, I will never be done with you.”
His fangs graze down my neck and my heart skips.