23. A Guide Below
TWENTY-THREE
A GUIDE BELOW
Syasku
Her eyes hood as she wets the second blanket and wipes us both down, intent on cleaning our bodies. With her hands grooming me, I rub my knot, enjoying her attention far too much. Pleasure and longing take over my mind as I try to imagine, as I have many times before, how and where I will fit inside her.
Her opening is between her legs, judging from where she had touched her body for pleasure and the enticing scent that permeates from there. I would not expect it to be anywhere else.
I pet her with my tail. “Grab the rest of the blankets and bring them here.”
She hesitates but does what I ask, leaving my reach momentarily to grab them. Using them all, I arrange the blankets on the floor in the back corner, bundling the last ones around the edges to make the nest as comfortable as possible.
All the while Vivian watches me, standing in the ring of my tail.
When the blankets are in place, I grab her hand and guide her onto them until she is in the middle.
She looks around, her body flush and warm, trembling with nervous energy.
“What is this?” she asks.
“Our nest.” My want for her thickens the saliva in my mouth. “Take off your clothessss, female.” I crave to see her naked, to mark my claim on her everywhere.
Her head snaps up as her eyes flick to the view pane. “I—I don’t know… People could be watching.”
“I will cover you.” I groan, rubbing my knot harder in anticipation of doing just that.
“I… I… well, I’ve never, umm, mated before. I’ve never had sex—intercourse—whatever you call it.”
My nostrils flare, the need to be her first, and she mine, straining my throat. “Neither have I.” Joining her within the blankets, I run the back of my fingers along her collarbone and up to her jaw. She stiffens under my caress. “I will not force you, though I will try to convince you.”
She trembles and glances at the view pane again, her nerves easy to see, easy to feel. Positioning myself to block her view of the glass, I trap her against the wall. “No one is out there.”
As she peers up at me, emotions streak through her eyes. She looks like a wild thing, her hair tousled in curls around her shoulders, her soft brown skin ruddy where my hands have clutched. I swipe a curl from her face with my claw.
“I long to see you naked. The glimpses I have had of you are not enough. I want to see more and explore. I want to touch you everywhere.”
Her breathing deepens, and her hands twist together. “I’m nervous.”
“So am I,” I tell her honestly, my voice gruff. “I do not want to hurt you and will need your guidance. Will you guide me?”
She licks her lips and parts them to say something but ends up saying nothing. Petting her hair, I wait for her words. Words she never offers me. Instead, she draws her arms into her shirt and lifts it over her head.
Leaning back to watch, I let her go to see every new part of her she reveals, devouring her beauty. Keeping her eyes averted, she shimmies out of her pants and sets her clothes aside. When she’s left in two scraps of white clothes banded across her chest and between her legs, I see more of her flesh than ever before.
Warm like the bark of the cedar trees high up on the mountains, her scaleless skin begs to be caressed. The mounds of her breasts swell against the cloth around her chest, plump and eager to be freed. Though her white clothes contrast her warm brown skin, my hands strain to cup her breasts and be done with the clothing she wears.
I grip my knot harder, wanting to rub it all over her body and feel her softness with it, where I am the most sensitive.
The cloth hiding her lower body draws my gaze and deepens my hissing. Even from my vantage point, I discover a wet spot forming at her crux, the cloth soaking with her delicious scent.
For me.
As I stare between her shut thighs, she tenses, shifting nervously.
“More,” I demand. I slide my tail inward so she may have more privacy from faraway eyes.
She is mine to look at and enjoy, not theirs. Ursula is no longer her boss, for I have taken that spot of honor. I am Vivian’s alpha, her mate. We have chosen each other. She listens to me, and I her. There will never be another. I will never accept another.
Shivering under my perusal, she slowly reaches behind her back. The cloth covering her breasts droops, and as she brings her arms forward, it falls away and down them. She pushes the scrap aside with her foot.
My fingers twitch, desperate for a touch. Her nipples are warmer and pinker than the rest of her.
I reach for them, and when my claws catch the light, I freeze. “I will try not to hurt you when I touch you.”
She finally looks at me, and with her blush deepening, she nods.
Taking that as acceptance, I cup her mounds with my palms and gently press. Her nipples peek under my hands, and sliding them lower, I test their tautness with my fingers. She shivers and covers the back of my hands with hers but doesn’t stop me from squeezing her breasts and enjoying her softness. “Does touching you here give you pleasure?”
“Y-yes.”
Exploring her further, I slide my hands down her sides and back up to her breasts. “How?”
“My nipples are where most of my nerves are. Touching me there—” She hitches when I trap both her nipples with my fingers and pinch.
The sounds she makes as I explore, makes my prick leak. Marking her stomach with my seed, I push the head of my stem into her belly where there is a small divot. I spread my seed over her stomach with the head of my shaft, liking how it glistens on her skin. Her hands release mine to cling to my arms. Leaning into her as I slide back and forth, I bury my face into her hair and gently pause to thrust into her divot.
She inhales a sharp breath as her stomach tenses. “I need… I need?—”
She drops to her knees and straddles my tail, capturing my shaft with both her hands. Aiming my tip toward her mouth, she latches onto it and sucks. Surprised by the ease with which she mouths me, I rest my hands on the wall and brace. Venom bursts from my fangs, and I swallow it back, cautious not to move and hurt her.
“Is this how mating works for humans?” My fingers strain as my claws dig into my palms. “You take my prick into your mouth and drink my spill?”
She answers by moaning around my tip. Her small hands circle the base of my shaft and the edge of my slit, soon running them up and down my length. Her suckling and licking turns frantic. Seed spurts with each pull, and she swallows it down, suckling for more. Walling her in with my tail, I thrust my hips into her, trapping her between me and my stem.
“Female,” I growl as she continues to suck hard, her hands sliding everywhere, her fingers kneading my knot, desperation edging her quick movements.
Like the first time she did this, she is acting… starved. My scales rise, excited by the notion.
Overcome with sensation, I grunt and grab her head, gripping her hair, wanting her to take everything she needs. As I jerk and twitch to release everything built up, she swallows me deeper, her throat constricting around me. Her lips taut around my shaft, I run my claws across her scalp and hold still. When it becomes too much and I am about to break, I clamp a hand around my knot and squeeze it hard, forcefully releasing my seed down her throat.
She gasps around me and gags lightly, swallowing all of it. She pulls off and coughs, gasping again and I give her a moment before I guide her head back to me, begging her to take me back into her mouth.
Her eyes fly to mine and lashes my tip with her tongue. Her hands grip tightly as I groan under the power of my restraint.
Tearing my eyes off her glistening ones, I fling my head back, lightheaded with bliss and spilling seed inside her hot mouth once more.
She pulls off me with another gasp, my head drops back to look down to make sure she is okay.
“It tastes like you smell.” She wipes a tear from her eye with the back of her hand. I snatch her hand and bring it to my lips, licking her tear off and making it mine. She has agreed to be my mate, even her tears are precious.
Releasing her hand, I lick my lips and thread my fingers through her hair. Her lips part in response, her breathing labored, heat and arousal blooming the air. I inhale greedily and feed my tip back between her pursed lips. “More.”
She watches me, stretching her mouth back around me, and I immediately spurt the rest of my seed down her throat.
“Yessss,” I hiss, draining everything I have been saving up into her.
Her mouth pops off me, swallowing, panting wildly. She coughs and swallows some more, wiping the back of her hand across her lips. Easing her back against my tail, I lean down, crowding her face with mine, nowhere near done with her. “You are tired?”
Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she swipes away more tears. “I just need a moment. That was a lot.”
Tugging her to my chest, I shift my tail, settle her on my lap, and cover us with a blanket. “Then it is my time to have a taste. Relax.” I gently pet her neck and shoulder.
When she nods, I open her legs where she straddles me, then pinch the damp scrap covering between her legs. Holding the band taut, I tear through it with my claws. Her hands spring forth to cover herself, gasping at how swiftly I removed the last of her clothing. Pressing her back onto my tail, I yank her hands away and pry her legs farther open, taking one of her ankles and lifting her foot for a better view. Trembling, she is both stiff and languid, her nerves and arousal at odds.
“I will not have you fear me,” I rasp, staring down at her small human body trapped within the limbs of my large one. She could not escape if she tried. She would have to climb through ropes of tail and around my chains, and that is if I did not catch her first. She is small, even for a human female, and it would take too much effort. “I am yours now, and I will do nothing that you do not want.”
“I can’t help it,” she whispers, lifting the blanket where it droops.
“Try,” I growl. “Show me where my stem enters you. I want to see it happen.”
A tuft of dark brown curls fills my vision. Dewy and wet, her rosy pink skin is a dream, hollowing out my stomach with hunger. Vivian squirms as she shifts a hand between her legs and touches her slick opening. I slip my hand between her thighs, pushing hers away as I feel her.
She quiets as my fingers travel over her, prying and exploring her slick skin and around the small hole she touched. Wetness soon coats my fingertips as her squirming increases, my name gasping from her lips. She reacts, opening her legs wider, giving my fingers more room to explore. I circle her opening, spreading her arousal, charmed by her softness, and wondering how it will feel being inside of her, hoping I am small enough to fit.
I have always imagined a human female as my mate. This softness about them is why—a precious home for one like me.
When I push my finger inside to see if she stretches, her hand clamps to my wrist, stopping me. “Your claws, bite them off.”
She lets me go.
Nostrils flaring, I bring my hand to my mouth and seize the first one with my teeth, discarding it, eager to satisfy her needs. As I do, the arousal I caught under my claws spreads over my tongue, hazing my thoughts with lust. I lash my tongue over the roof of my mouth and along my fangs, trying to restrain myself. I drop my fist onto the floor, close my eyes, and turn my head.
“Are you okay?”
“I am—” I shudder, looking back her way.
She blinks with confusion. “I want to say… but no, I don’t know we can risk it.” She takes a deep breath and looks at me once more. “Thank you for having more control than me.”
“Do not thank me yet,” I warn. “Show me what to do.”
She swallows and slowly slides her hand between her legs and pets herself. Quickly, hungrily, I bite the claws off my other hand. Rapt with what she is doing, I watch, exacting her movements to memory. As her fingers quicken, my knot engorges.
I push her hand away again and take over. “Thissss feels good?”
Her hips twitch. “Yes.”
“Where else does it feel good? I will give you pleasure as you have given it to me.”
“Everywhere down there is nice. I like what you did before…”
I move my hand, sliding my fingers over the soft skin of her sex as gently as possible. She jerks when my fingers touch a nub at the edge of where her curls begin.
“Especially there,” she gasps. “That’s where I touch myself. Where most women touch themselves,” she amends.
“You touch yourself? More than just… recently?” I tap her nub with my thumb, watching her body jerk for me, enjoying it a little too much. Curious, and excited by the notion of her taking her own pleasure, I lick my lips, studying her nub closely. “For mating pleasure?”
“Yes… Like how you rub your… cock for relief…” Little moans escape her mouth as I play with her. Her whimpers and the slight shifting of her hips tell me she approves. She likes it when I play. “You have wanted to mate before?”
I do not know how I feel about the idea of her preparing herself for mating. I did not think there might be another…
I hate the idea.
“Just for pleasure.” She gasps again when I pet her nub harder.
She cries out as I slide my fingers down and dip them into her opening. “I can abide you seeking your own pleasure, but someone other than me touching you? I will kill them and wear their finger bones around my neck as a trophy.” Her hips rise as I continue to pet and push my fingers against her opening, unsure whether it is safe for me to slide them into her even with my claws clipped.
“I don’t like the idea of you with anyone else either.” Her hand clamps harder on my wrist, controlling the speed of my movements.
In the small tent of our blanket, facing the wall I am chained to, I grab her head and lean it back, exposing her neck and dipping my lips to it. I score my fangs along her rapidly beating pulse, tasting it with my tongue. “Mate with me. Guide me inside you, female. I do not want to wait any longer.”
“Please…” she says so low I barely hear it.
Heart thundering and lightheaded with need, I feel as if I do not claim her now, another male will appear and take her. I will lose her if I am not inside her. Lapping her racing pulse with my tongue, I lean forward to rest the head of my prick between her thighs. Her wetness spreads as I slide my knot up and down her sex.
Dark hisses vibrate from my throat and through me as I slide over her faster. Her hands cup the back of my neck as I take her other ankle in my grip and spread her legs wider. They will need to be as wide as possible to seat my hips.
I shove my shaft against the entirety of her feminine heat, and her body hitches, arching slightly, locked in place. I lose my thoughts in the pleasure of her slick softness as my stem and knot press harder against her.
Her whimpering builds each time my rigid knot slides over her nub. Spilling seed on her stomach, I release her ankle to spread my seed over it, marking her nub how I will mark the rest of her.
She whines my name, and I lift to gaze upon her face as I set my tip to rest at her opening. Sweat dampens her brow as she looks at me, her eyes glistening with need.
For me.
My eyes close and my teeth grind. When I cut my tongue on my fang, I drop my gaze back between her legs.
This is where my seed needs to be spilled. Not in her mouth or her stomach. She needs it inside her?—
Here.
She leans her hips up and presses against me.
My tip nudges into her.
She pushes a little more, and I sink deeper. I groan. Rumbling hisses pour from my mouth as my tail strains and flexes under and all around her. Excruciating pressure floods my knot, reminding me of that first time it emerged for her.
Staring at where we are barely joined, at where she tries lifting her hips higher for more, my control breaks and I shove into her. My fangs sink into my lip as her opening stretches to accept me.
She cries out and grips me, digging her nails into my arms, her face in my shoulder. Stretching her open even more, sliding deeper, my knot reaches her opening. I pause and press, pause and press again. When breathless whimpers fill my ears, I shift upward to check her expression.
Her furrowed brow lifts. “I’m okay.” She breathes, trembling and stiff.
I lift her to my chest and shift my tail so she lies with her back to the floor in the middle of my nest.
Her eyes widen as I wall her in with my tail. Spreading her legs once more, I take hold of my shaft, pushing it back into her. At first, she accepts me, and her whimpers fill my ears, but once I push my knot forward, her muscles tighten to fight me off.
I squeeze my knot with my hand and spill inside her, loosening it up. Her lips part from the heat, and as more of my seed floods her opening, I push my knot in.
This time her body accepts it, and with a cry, she shakes wildly under me. Her muscles quiver around me, and I hiss, overcome with sweet agony.
Holding still, I wait for her to say something, to beg me to stop, that I am hurting her, but she does not, instead surprising me and lowering her hand back to her nub. Her fingers move it. She’s incredibly tense.
“Sweet female,” I groan, lowering and licking the sweat off her brow. Sliding out, I shove forward and bury my knot completely. She cries out, and the sound sends shivers up my spine. I drop upon her, nuzzling her cheek, and sliding my tongue into her ear. “It is done,” I grunt, grinding against her, waiting for her breathy moan. strangling the seed out of me.
Breathing heavily, she shakes. “Don’t… move. Please.”
Leaning up to see her face, her eyes are wrenched closed.
Forcing my raspy, needy hissing into a soothing one, I relax my body. “Does it hurt?”
She licks her lips, her voice small. “A… little.”
I frown, searching her pinched features. All I want to do is move and swell her womb with my seed. I want to feel her everywhere, clasping her to me as I stake my claim.
I know better. If I am too rough, I will hurt her. I need her sated so she is eager to do this again. If I hurt her, she will be harder to convince, even with my pheromones. But like me, her willpower is stronger than her body’s desire.
Hissing, I am more than up for the challenge. Nesting is the time to learn one’s mate, and I will learn her as much as she will learn me.
I rise back over her, and our eyes catch. Hers are soft despite the wrinkles across her brow. Lowering, I press my mouth to hers, tasting salt on her lips. She does not kiss me back, remaining tense.
Sliding my mouth to her cheek, I nuzzle her again. “How doessss it feel now?”
“Tight.” She gasps. “Heavy. It… feels like a boulder is inside me, weighing me down. I’m afraid… to move.”
Gently lifting over her, I look down at where we are connected. Her swollen hole is stretched around me, dewy with seed and a spot of blood. Her legs are pinned open with my tail, keeping her prone and trapped. She clenches, and I grit my teeth, holding back a groan. When she releases, I glide a hand over her chest, down her stomach, and to her opening. As I massage the taut skin around my shaft, her muscles constrict once again around me.
I flood her with more seed. It leaks out around my stem and trying hard not to thrust, I massage my seed into her, adding to her slick.
She whimpers my name, and petting her sweet flesh with more urgency, I slip my fingers up to her nub only to glide them back down to her opening.
“Let me ease you. Relax.”
For hours it seems, I pet her sex, working it with my hands, kneading, massaging, caressing her everywhere, remaining seated the whole time. She needs to get used to me. She can’t do that if I am not inside her.
I clutch her soft backside, her thighs, and tickle her sensitive nub, brushing her small curls away. With every minute that passes, she relaxes a little more, even closing her eyes and drifting, trusting that I will keep my word. My knot continuously swells and releases seed inside of her as she remains subdued, at the mercy of my body weighing her down.
All the while I stare, taking her in, admiring her quick breaths, her soft breasts, and the way she licks or bites her lower lip depending on what I am doing to her. A single thrust of my hips will have enough force to drive her body out of my limbs. Our sizes do not match. Yet she is able to take me anyway. She is trying.
My female is perfect.
Her fingers slip back over her nub and caress it. Three circles and her lips part in a moan. The sound excites me, and my tail coils tighter in response.
My eyes drop to where we are connected, saliva filling my mouth, desperate to thrust now that she has found pleasure, eager to finish claiming her.
She rubs harder and her sheath quivers, her moans increasing in frequency. Her legs twitch under where my tail restrains them and her hips jerk, her first movements since seating my knot.
Her moans bleed into each other as her fingers increase in speed. I drop upon her and breathe them in, grazing my fangs over her mouth. Her eyes snap open and her chest arches into mine.
An anguished sound tears from her throat, her eyes closing as her head drops back. Her core vices me, squeezing my knot, and I tremble with exquisite pleasure. It’s different from the other times, harder, more forceful.
“Vivian,” I rasp. “Are you okay?”
The pleasure and pressure is becoming too much to bear.
“Yes,” she gasps, easing back to the floor.
“What wassss that?”
“An orgasm.” She does not open her eyes.
I take over, thumbing her nub hard and fast so it happens again.
Her eyes open and her body jerks. She squeals, hitching with every sharp inhale. Her fingers grip onto my tail, her muscles soon convulsing, constricting, clamping. I growl and thumb her faster.
She screams, her body seizing, her inner muscles frantically embracing and releasing my knot. I pull her to me and press my fangs into her shoulder. Seed explodes out of me, and I lash her flesh with my tongue.
Her arms slip around my back as we pant with mutual exertion.
Moving my mouth over her and up to her lips, I rub them with my own.
After we come down, I lean up to look at her. “Are you hurt?”
Exhaustion bleeds across her features as her hooded gaze meets mine. “I ache, but it’s a good ache. I… needed that.” She blinks up at me. “I need a break.”
I nod, untrapping her legs. She brings them to her chest and pushes me out of her. Groaning, she smiles and slowly sits upright, reaching to the side to snatch a spare blanket to wipe between her legs. With my tail moving to support her back, she rests against it and exhales. “I’m exhausted.”
Reaching down to slide my hand over myself, I am covered in her arousal and seed. It drips down my length. Unlike her, I do not wipe it off, already wanting to push back inside her and continue.
“Resssst,” I offer, watching as her eyes flutter closed. “I will keep you safe.”
She yawns and turns over, snuggling into my tail.
Shifting closer, I tuck the blanket around her.
I will do anything to keep her. I need to take her from this place and bring her to Earth.
Peering around the cell as her breathing evens, I wait for the lights to die.