Chapter 17 A Change of Plans
SEVENTEEN
A CHANGE OF PLANS
Krellix
I did not need to ask her for anything she did not give to me of her own free will.
Trembling beneath me, pressed securely between my body and the grassy, flowered ground, I take in every emotion that flits across her softly strained features.
It takes every fiber of my focus not to rear up and thrust into her with the full force of my strength, obsessed with the way her body smacks mine, and the way it feels being inside of her.
It is like fighting, but better, more satisfying, more delicious, and far less painful.
Yet instead of pain, there’s torment. So much torment.
I hold firm on my own restraint, though she tries to break it each time her sheath ripples around my throbbing appendage.
Finally being inside of her, I now understand why the other males never want to leave their human mates.
I have envied every one of them, aching for my own to warm me at night. Aching for her.
Like all the other nagas at Zaku’s hoping to elicit her attention, I wanted her—more so than they ever could, knowing how it feels having her in my arms, and how warm she is to hold, and how perfectly she fits against me.
The moment we met, the idea of having a female, any female, became having one female, her.
Fate has favored the other nagas, why would fate not favor me as well?
My knot, swelling more and more with each second, aches for release.
Nuzzling her cheek with my nose, I press my lips to her flesh and groan, grateful to suffer the excruciating experience of being buried inside her.
I hate how much I want her, and how much she consumes my thoughts.
It is a dangerous amount. She makes me vulnerable.
I do not like the quiet, confused look in her eyes when she sometimes peers at me when she thinks I do not notice. I do not like seeing her sadness, or seeing her lose her home. These emotions I have seen from her these past few days…
I could give her a new home…
Worried where my thoughts will lead me, I push them out before I do something I will regret. Just because she gave me this night does not mean she is mine. I have made a promise, and I will not lose my honor by betraying her. I will not ask her to stay.
Thrusting slowly in and out of her, I lick the sweat off her cheek, nuzzling it afterwards. “Are you okay?”
She moans with my next thrust but briefly winces. “You’re heavy.”
I look down between our bodies. I am pressed up and partially over her, at an angle where I can keep my prick lodged deep and comfortable inside of her.
Wanting to thrust harder and release all my seed at once, I do the opposite and keep my movements steady.
My instincts will fail me in keeping her safe if I blindly obey them.
“I did not mean for thissss to happen. To assssk you to mate with me.”
“It’s hard processing what you’re saying right now. I can barely breathe, and when I do… it’s too much.” She huffs, seemingly winded. “Please. Fuck. Fuck! She warned me.” Julia’s head drops back, and her hair fans out around her amongst the grass and flowers.
Pressing my face into the hair gathered at her neck, I nuzzle her some more, preening over her acceptance of me. But not knowing who she is talking about… “Warned you? Who?”
“Daisy! Daisy warned me.” Julia wiggles aggressively beneath me, grabbing my hips with her hands and shuffling her own from side-to-side. Pinned with her legs splayed out on either side, she is the most delectable prey I have ever caught beneath me.
My gaze narrows on hers. “What did Daisy warn you of?” Thrusting slowly but hard against her, I watch as she closes her eyes and bites her lower lip with another moan. Julia raises her head and drops it back again, huffing out an exasperated breath.
She pauses her very-hindered wiggling to peer at me. “How good it smells. How heavy and large your knots become. I thought… since you already had one and I managed it, that was it.” She arches in response, her inner muscles clenching around me. “I didn’t expect it to get bigger afterward.”
“It has only begun to form.”
“Damn,” she huffs again, but it’s mumbled by a moan. “It’s getting larger inside me.”
I slowly smile, oddly charmed by her breathy frustration. “So, it issss not only the males that talk but the females as well.”
She gives me a look of pure rage in response. Leaning down, I press my nose back into her hair and inhale her lovely scent. “Breathe, female,” I hum. “Breathe me in and relax. The more you thrash, the more I want to subdue you. If you are relaxed, it is easier for me to be.”
Quieting beneath me, the pounding of her heart fills my ears.
As her body softens, submitting ever so slightly, her sheath testingly constricts around me once more.
At her quick compliance, a heavy rush of seed enters my knot, forcing it to expand further, stretching and hardening the sensitive skin of my shaft around it.
Her forehead wrinkles, then she sucks in a wispy breath as her body tenses.
“My knot is still growing,” I admit again, trying to comfort her, at first frustrated by the prospect that my knot had begun to form at all.
No other naga that I know of had their knot form inside their female.
They had formed outside, prior. But it seems mine had only partially formed outside.
I did not know there was more to it after the initial bulge was there.
“So, how big do you think it’s going to get?” She lightly clenches again.
“I do not know.” I press her hips harder into the ground, relishing in the deep pleasure in how tight she is around me, hugging my prick from all sides with her slick sheath. In reaction, she squeezes my tail with her legs, her muscular body fighting off some of my invasion.
She grabs onto me as I leverage my prick more firmly down into her in response. A hitch releases from her lips as she shudders in response and I feel those shudders go up my shaft, pulsate around my knot, and shiver down my spine. Her nails dig and scratch my skin.
“Krellix,” she moans.
I drop my elbows to either side of her again.
I have to keep her protected and safe for as long as it takes, though I am keenly aware that I am already distracted and should be more watchful.
Still, my tail coils over my back and on either side, ensuring no one will see her if they suddenly come upon us. She is mine until she is with her kind.
Tonight will be enough.
She leans up and buries her face into the crook of my neck.
“Are you all right?” I ask.
“Yes, I think so?” she whispers.
Dropping her head back on the ground, she looks up at me.
With her dark skin hidden in even darker shadows, I can no longer see all of her features clearly, nor her lovely body.
But what I cannot see, I can still feel.
I lean my weight on my elbow and run my palm down her front, and between her large, soft breasts.
“I wish I could relax like you want me to,” she continues, tilting her head slightly to the side. “It’s hard when I just want to move.”
I caress her cheekbone with my lips. “Are you scared I will hurt you?”
Her gaze meets mine, shrouded in darkness but plain in their regret before sliding to the left. “I’m not scared. I just wish we were somewhere safe, alone—somewhere else. I wish our circumstances were different.” She smiles but it does not reach her eyes. “At least some of them.”
I coil tighter around her, pressing my tail against her sides.
“You are ssssafe, Julia. I will not let anything happen to you.” I cup her face with my hands to keep her thoughts on me when she continues to keep her eyes averted.
“Even here, at my most vulnerable. I will never let harm befall you, not when I can prevent it. Focus on me, and only me. I am a strong male. One that has survived many years.”
Her worry about safety and wanting to be somewhere else is the very reason why I cannot keep her. I have nowhere to take her to.
Petting her face, cheeks, and hair with my fingers, I brush my lips to hers. “Trust me,” I purr against her lips.
“I do… trust you.”
I drag my gaze from her face to the shadows where our bodies are joined, knowing what precious treasure there is to behold.
A thrumming warmth surges through me, making the scales along my back rise.
My prick throbs harder, begging to burst. With her legs open, and her knees bent, I slide my hands over her curvy, firm form, over her breasts and their tight peaks to her stomach and waist, delighting in the way her warm skin feels under the palm of my hand and how soft she is.
Unlike me, she is smooth everywhere, unprotected by scales, unmarred by scars.
I wear her scales. I wear her armor. She does not have them because they were given to me to use to protect her.
I slide my hand up to clasp her neck, her shoulder, then back down between her splayed breasts and further still to her sweet female heat where she cushions my aching appendage, caressing the slick skin stretched around it with the gentle pads of my fingers.
She twitches in response and makes a quiet sound, her hips pressing into mine.
Smooth everywhere except for a tuft of black, curly hair between her legs at her front, her loveliness draws seed into my knot, widening and firming it further.
Checking her face for discomfort, I find her eyes closed and her lips parted.
Like a dream I never want to wake from, I give myself into this moment; the way she lies so perfectly before me, the way I have her all to myself.
“Julia,” I rumble her name, giving into an emotion I am unfamiliar with. Touching, petting her everywhere worshipfully, unable to stop, the ache inside me slowly fades away. And with it, a different sort of urgency arises.