One More Arrow #4
All muscles and sinews, lithe, long legs with thighs that were as big as her waist, and a long, thick purple-red cock that tapered to a flattened arrow and ended in a ball of swollen flesh. A knot.
When they made it to the bed, naked and clinging to each other, she was the one who maneuvered her body around, pushing her pussy down over his eager mouth while she placed her head over his erection.
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” Her hand gripped him and slid easily, coated with a thin covering of pre-cum that made his cock slippery and almost shiny in the dimness. A few pumps had him bucking off the bed, into her hand. “Has it been a long time? Since Alana?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“And I’ve never. Until you.”
“That makes this pretty special, huh?”
“Most special.” His digit dipped inside of her and pushed, fighting a narrow spot that stung until he was in the right position again, finding all the places that made her moan.
Meanwhile, she was playing with her new toy, tip under her tongue while her fist worked over it, listening to the low, desperate sounds Jax made each time she touched him. With a surge forward, she captured his cock head in her mouth and lapped like he had lapped her, her tongue a flickering lash.
“Kaylie,” he snarled. “You’re going to get a throat full of cum in seconds.”
“That’s supposed to go in my pussy, Jax.”
“Fuck, don’t tempt me.”
“Don’t tempt you? Don’t you want to put your cock in me?” she teased between licks. They turned to sucks as his snarl died to a whimper.
“Maybe you’re not ready yet?”
“Maybe you’re making me ready.” Her walls clamped down around his digit as it started a steady thrusting inside of her.
“You’re so slippery, sweetheart.”
“I could say the same thing about you,” she whispered, eyes closed as he found his stride, and a second digit joined the first.
Stings of stretching turned into a deep, building pleasure, a pressure that made her feel like she had to pop—or be filled.
Kaylie forced more of his cock into her mouth, learning the shape of him, thin, then wider, then narrower again, working down to the turgid knot that looked like it might split her in half.
“If we’re going to try, let me get something out of the bathroom.” Jaxson reluctantly withdrew from her and kissed her pussy as he rose, leaving with one long lick that made her shudder.
“What?” Kaylie asked as she rubbed her aching jaw.
“There’s body oil in the bathroom dispensers. High grade. Works to make everything very slippery. I think it could easily double as lubricant.”
“Don’t think I need that.” She was obscenely wet. The sounds his hand made against her reminded her of lapping waves.
“Too much is better than not enough. Besides, it’s fun to put on,” Jax promised.
He was right. Kaylie gasped when the warm, slick oil in his palm anointed her pussy, soaking her, coating every outer inch, and leaving wet wings on her inner thigh. Then, looking into her eyes as he guided her onto his lap, his lubed digits went inside. One. Two. Three...
Kaylie gripped his bare shoulders and locked her shaking thighs around his wrist, silently sending the message for him to stay put. He did, just moving his head to kiss her, to share the curious taste of her arousal still on his tongue.
She rode him, hips slow and steady, building as she chased what was beyond the stretching sensation. The pleasure. The peak that he wanted to share with her. Kaylie’s arm tangled and fumbled over his, gripping his cock as she used his willing hand.
“This is... I never thought I would feel this way again,” Jaxson whispered between kisses. “It’s not just.. I’m not just horny. Or lonely. You do know that, don’t you?”
“I know,” she panted, one hand still buried in the fur of his shoulder.
“Love you. Is that... Is that—”
“That’s what I feel, too. Same thing. So different, but we’re the same where it counts. Oh, Jax...” Words stopped coming. Staring into his eyes was too much, too intense, and she had to concentrate, had to let herself feel with all the parts that she’d closed off and never let anyone touch.
“Try me?” he whispered.
She nodded.
JAX SLIPPED HIS FINGERS from her and didn’t care if he looked like some predatory beast, shoving them immediately into his mouth, sucking her sweetness off, tasting only her and none of the slippery oil he’d used.
Her warm, wet pussy was able to take three of his digits. She could start to take his cock.
He maneuvered Kaylie forward, sliding home with surprising ease. Gravity helped, letting her slide down his throbbing length at her own pace.
He moved his hand to massage her clit as their bodies pressed together. Kaylie wasn’t moving slowly or gently. Her body was clinging to his, and her actions were fearless. Reckless.
Because she doesn’t fear me. She knows she’s safe.
And it felt amazing to wrap her in his arms and bury her in his chest, head shielding hers. Wrapping her away from the world that tried to hurt her, keeping her safe.
I couldn’t keep Alana safe. Not from the virus. For so long, I was afraid I’d never keep anyone safe again, never love anyone again...
“Easy, easy,” Jaxson cautioned when he heard her sharp gasp and felt more of his cock swallowed up inside of her. “You’ll hurt yourself if we don’t go slow.”
“It does hurt, just a little, but I like how it feels right after,” Kaylie confessed, voice murky and seductive.
“If it were really hurting me, you wouldn’t let me continue.
When you fuck me, it feels so good, and I get to push all the limits.
Do all the things I never tried, because I’m safe with you.
” Her eyes opened, and she struggled out of the nest he’d made for her in his burly arms. Her smile was a mix of sweet and sinful, a look that made his knot ache and his tail twitch.
“I love you. I’ve never had someone to love before. ”
“Ohh, fuck, Kaylie... You have me now. And you’re making me lose my mind, little human temptress.” The last words were ripped out, growled out, a guilty confession.
“I think I’m so close to coming. I want you to make me come. Take me and make me come?” she begged, kissing his neck. Nipping. Biting with her teeth as her hands clamped into his neck and her pussy clutched his cock.
What happened next was a blur for his hungry senses. Pulling her off his lap and spreading her wide to lap at her slippery slit again before folding her in half, legs to her perfect, teardrop breasts with tight little nipples.
What a gorgeous little mess she is, all sloppy and swollen from fucking me. I’m going to make her ten times messier before this night is over.
THERE WAS A MAGICAL breathlessness when he owned her body. Her fierce protector, her good-natured, gentle giant.
Now unleashed. Gentleness lessened, but not gone.
With a low snarl, he shoved his cock deep in her pussy and yanked her hips forward to meet him, working until more inches fit and her body begged for air and space—but her mouth was silent.
The fullness was too much, especially when his hand landed on her pussy with a possessive smack, grabbing it before using the heel of his palm to work her clit while he pounded her.
“One day, you’ll take my knot. I’ll come in you, and all that cream will stay in that tiny pussy of yours.”
“Mmm. Why not now?” she babbled as her orgasm finally began to bubble to the surface and push past the edge of pain.
“Because you can’t take my knot just yet, sweet. I don’t mind. I’m going to flood you. Cover you in me, and then give you a bath with pink bubbles and make you come again. Nice and soft next time. Okay?”
“Wh-what would happen if you knotted me now?”
“You might hate me.”
Wouldn’t. Wouldn’t. Ohhhh, fuck, fuck, Jaxson, more! Give me more, please!” Kaylie shoved herself forward and yanked on the ruff of fur at Jaxson’s throat. The needy whine he gave layered under her long, low groan as she hit her peak.
All the tension in her body evaporated in long, wracking twitches. Then, little spasms. And it was so good. So much fucking better than the noisy screaming she’d heard through walls and in back alleys on Sapien-Three, so different than what she imagined.
Deep. Full-body. Perfect. Peaceful.
“Oooh. Oh—shit.”
Kaylie’s closed eyes slitted open as her pussy sent off another of those delicious twitches.
But the twitch seemed to stop halfway. Her eyes opened more fully as she felt fullness deepening in her, spreading her wider—and her entrance, soaked and slippery, gave a sharp protest as Jax’s knot pressed against it.
“Your muscles relaxed. Just swallowed me up. I’m not in yet.”
“But you could be.” No! That’s probably a bad idea.
“That would be uncomfortable. Although... Not once I’m in. Once I’m in, I’d be knotted to you. My cock would be hard inside of you for twenty or thirty minutes.”
Kaylie’s eyes widened. She knew Felids and Canids were good lovers with unusual abilities based on the whispered gossip and the observations she made with her own eyes (well, ears), but she also knew human lovers typically didn’t last that long.
Even if they did, once they reached completion, they didn’t stay hard and let you keep riding them.
If they did, there wouldn’t be so many sour-faced-looking women on Sapien-Three.
“We can try.”
“If we try, and you don’t like it, you might never—”
She silenced Jax by hooking her ankles around his thighs and pulling him forward, gasping when the tight ball of flesh at the bottom of his cock pressed against her harder, rubbing all of her already overstimulated spots.
“I’ll never stop loving you. I didn’t even mean to start.
I told myself it was dumb. Someone like you could never want someone like me. But here you are.”
“Here we are. Across death and kidnappers and galaxies. Neither of us is from this galaxy. You found your way to me.”
“Found my way home.” Kaylie’s eyes closed as the force of him overwhelmed her soaking, slick walls, and the relief of finally finding that last missing piece of her heart, of her life, slid into place. “I came home to you,” she whispered into his fur.
“And I was waiting. Ohhh, waiting for this,” he panted out, whimpering against her throat, hips dropping to hers as his knot slotted snug inside of her, threatening to burst her.
The hot rush of his cum left her panting and shaking, a twin of his own actions. Her already jam-packed insides threatened a rebellion until his hand slid between them again, rubbing her needy nub hard to relax her further. “My mate. My little Valentine. Home.”
“Home.” She kissed his cheek as her walls gave a hesitant squeeze and found there was nowhere to go.
And that... that was actually really fucking good.
“I shouldn’t be this happy, sappy, and ready to come again. Not all at once. Should I?” she asked as her walls continued their little squeezes, each one sending a jolt of pleasure to her core.
“I don’t see why not. It’s a holiday, after all,” Jax teased, limp against her—but not limp inside of her.
Kaylie tugged on his muzzle, causing Jaxson to lift himself back up and look down on her with a spent smile. “What is it?” he asked.
“This is only how it’s gonna be on holidays?” she pouted playfully, one eyebrow arched.
“No, no. I don’t think so,” Jax chuckled. He gave a dramatic sigh and planted a hand over his heart. “I’m pretty sure Cupid’s arrow is lodged in there, permanently. I think it’s going to be like this every day. Well, almost every day.”
Kaylie let the waves of pleasure have their way, looking up at Jaxson. She put her hand over his heart, lacing her fingers between his digits. “I can live with that.”