Chapter 17 A Change of Plans #2
I push into her gently, desperate to release the pressure that has gathered within my knot, so I know it will be inside of her when I no longer am. There is only so much time…
She runs her hands over my chest, arms, and neck, caressing me everywhere her fingers can reach much in the way I am touching her. Delighting in the feel of her fingers, my skin prickles and the scales along my tail rise. And with it, my desperation grows.
Looking down at her, adoration fills me.
I do not want to lose this Julia while I have her.
This soft, supple female, who’s breathy and mesmerizing.
Adjusting my hips forward, her butt lifts higher in reaction and her knees bend back as her bare feet slide up my tail.
Cupping her thighs with my hands, I widen them until they can go no further.
A moan escapes but her eyes do not reopen.
“Krellix,” she murmurs my name.
I shift the pressure of my palms, pushing the ball of them into her as I continue my exploring, shifting from caresses to massages. From the curve of her shoulders to her tight nipples, the more she unwinds with my attention, the easier it seems for her to adjust to my knot.
“It will not be much longer now,” I murmur, trying to comfort her.
Moonlight forms when several wispy clouds part, beaming in soft shafts down from the canopy over us.
The last of the fireflies flit through the forest, adding to the sense of peace I am trying to make her feel, and the same peace that’s quickly overcoming me.
All the while, my hands run up and down her arms, warming her gooseflesh away.
As I take her smaller hands in mine, pressing my thumbs to the center of her palms and pushing them in in small circles, I appreciate what they are capable of.
How, despite being so small and delicate, they can also be so dangerous.
“Krellix,” she whispers my name again and it sounds like bliss in my ears. “You are putting me to sleep...”
“Then sleep,” I purr, soothing her with my hiss, letting it vibrate through me and into her.
She chuckles under her breath. “That’s considered insulting.”
My eyes flick to hers. “Sleep, female. I will not be upset if you slumber. It is night, after all.”
I want her to sleep. If she falls asleep, she really has chosen to trust me. And who knows when my knot will be finished forming? If she dozes, she will keep up her strength.
“Are you sure? That’s so… kind of you.”
Kind? “I have not been called that before.”
“I know.”
Leaning down on my elbows over her, I gather her hands and bring her wrists to my mouth, rubbing my lips over them. Slowly, she eases back into my coil and closes her eyes. “Sometimes you can be too nice, naga.”
I nuzzle her cheek, and my hair falls forward to partially veil us. “Nice? I will take nice.”
She chuckles again once more but the sound is softer than before. Lifting up slightly to watch her, mere minutes is all it takes for her to succumb to oblivion. Mere minutes is all it takes for her body to go limp in my embrace.
I have exhausted her. This journey has exhausted her.
Softening my touches, I lean up and run my hands back over her, exacting everything to memory.
Gently, I touch her everywhere until my mouth grows jealous and I lean down to replace my hands with my lips.
I lick, kiss, and suckle her nipples like they are deliciously sweet berries, and groan when my knot thrums. The ache in it expands to tighten the muscles in my lower back and tail.
She moans faintly.
Sliding my hands back to where we are connected, I begin to massage her tightly stretched opening, focusing on the source of both our aches.
Hissing harder in hunger at the way her body has so deliciously trapped me within, my chest rumbles.
My venom releases from my fangs and I swallow it down, groaning again when her body shudders as mine shifts.
Seed shoots out from my knot, and my eyes roll back in pleasure. Swaying my hips slightly, I watch her for signs of discomfort. When there are none, I sway back and forth once more, testing how much she has been able to adjust to me.
This is the worst part of mating the others have warned me about—the hardest part—being patient while your female’s body accepts your claim. But it gets easier… The pheromones are supposed to help. The more she breathes them in, the better.
Still rocking gently, I reach between us and delve my fingers into my slit on either side, gathering what musk I can, only to be surprised by how pleasurable it feels to do so.
Soft like the skin of Julia’s sex, my inner slit feels the same.
Running my fingers everywhere, finishing by gliding them around the base of my stem and gathering the moisture there, I raise them to Julia’s nose.
After a moment, she unconsciously clasps my hand in both of hers and turns her face into mine with a moan, her sheath constricting tightly around me.
Growling out in hunger, I thrust into her once. More of my seed releases and I grind forward again. Awakening, she gasps out my name, rubbing her face into my fingers. Her lips glide over my knuckles.
Urged on, I tear my hand away to grasp her hips, digging my claws in. She gasps louder and I tighten my hold.
She braces her feet on either side of my tail and pushes back against me until I have filled her completely. My face wrenches in pleasure and agony, desperate to empty inside of her and give her everything I have. My appendage throbs, pushing back against her walls.
“More,” she urges breathlessly and I swallow another round of venom. “Please, more,” she begs. “Your knot… it’s pressing against my g-spot… It’s incredible… I need more.” She throws her face to the side, digging her nails into my shoulders.
I fall on her and ram my hips forward.
She flattens on the ground and cries out as I press my face to her cheek, thrusting short and erratically.
Shifting higher, I lick her skin, tasting her flesh everywhere.
Squirming, she pushes her legs against my sides.
Encouraged by the angle, I pull back and thrust again, harder than the last time and with less frenzy.
Her moans heighten each time I move. The pleasure of her body usurps my thoughts.
She grabs my hair, my shoulders, scraping her nails over my skin as each thrust forward brings me closer to the brink.
At once, I forget all pretense of gentle adoration.
Blistering, vicious lust takes over, and I am starved for more.
No longer offering her peace, I unleash the full strength of my body instead and give into my greed.
“Krellix!” she cries out but I hear no hint of pain in her voice.
Rutting harder, faster, her body moves with mine, trapped around my knot.
I slam my hips into hers, driven on by the sounds leaving her mouth, picking up speed.
She hitches when I pull back fast, stretching her opening even more when my knot threatens to tear out.
Driving forward, the tip of my prick spears deeply back into her, gushing seed.
I drag my fangs over her neck, moaning against her skin. She grazes her nails over my arms, scratching at my scales.
Hazy with pleasure, forgetting all else except the way she feels, seed drains from me as quickly as it refills my knot, turning the few thoughts I have blurry.
“Julia,” I bite out her name when my knot throbs with her sheath’s continual clamping.
I grind my hips against hers on her next clench. Pressure drops to my middle, curling into a ball, and when she squeezes this next time…
My knot drains completely into her.
She gasps, pulls my hair, thrashing and thrumming beneath me.
Looser than I have been since I first penetrated her, the taut ache in my loins eases with each subsequent thrust, emptying everything my body has created to breed her with my young.
My seed spills out to pool between us, slicking our bodies where they are joined.
Rocked by the sensation, I thrust anew when her eyes wrench tighter and her body goes rigid.
She cries out, her inner muscles suddenly pulsating riotously around my knot and stem. My eyes close in pleasure as the final burst of my spill floods her.
I collapse atop of her, feeling her body with the entirety of mine.
No longer able to form a coherent thought, I kiss her face, her ears, her lips, even her neck and shoulders, needing to convey something I do not yet acknowledge or understand, only knowing nothing will ever be the same again.