24. Nesting
TWENTY-FOUR
NESTING
Vivian
Syasku gives me time, and because of that, I trust him now completely. I ache and it’s uncomfortable, but I’m also incredibly aroused, pacified by his scent, his petting, and his caretaking. He could have kept going, but he didn’t. His knot remains swollen despite how many times he’s released seed. There’s so much, it continues to trickle out of me, reminding me what we’ve done.
If that is how his kind climaxes, he climaxed a lot. An emboldening satisfaction washes over me at the thought. It helps with the ache between my legs.
As I rest, he continues touching me. And as I drift in the sensations he brings forth, the more I want to try again.
I feel empty. Achy but empty. There was stinging when he penetrated and pushed into me, but it had more to do with his size than anything else. I was wet.
I still am.
Everywhere he touches me, my body heats, wanting more. I moan, coaxing him on, easing into his possessive hands. Hands that are big enough to span my stomach.
I use his curiosity to my advantage, praising and pleading for more. Now that I’ve had several orgasms to take the edge off, some of my confidence has receded. No one has touched me like Syasku has; no one except my doctors has seen me naked. I never thought anyone would, and if they did it wouldn’t be until I was much older, and after my father had passed away.
Despite the circumstances, there’s a fear deep inside that I’m going to be greatly punished for allowing this to happen.
I can already feel Father’s disgust.
With my thoughts plunging, I focus on Syasku’s hands on my body, remembering how powerful they are. How strong he is. How secure I am with him right now. I’m certain that if anyone neared, he would slaughter them on the spot. Unable to deny being excited by the notion, my toes curl.
Moving lower, he pushes my legs back open. “Why do you have hair down here?”
His question pulls me out of reverie enough to squint at him. “To protect the area.”
He rumbles, his tone darkening. “From what?”
“It helps keep the area clean. Although most women have it removed.”
He peers at me as he twists his finger around a curl, and I try not to shove his hand away. “Why?”
I swallow. “They like having soft, bare skin down there.”
“I like your hair. It captures my seed.” He combs his fingers through the hair above my clit.
If I weren’t already flushed red, I am now. “I… I’m glad. I don’t have any interest in removing it.”
“Good.” His fingers brush through it again.
My cheeks burn, and I nuzzle my face against his tail. It’s hard to know how to react to his compliments. I’m not used to compliments.
I’m not used to any of this.
His eyes drop from my face, and my shoulders relax. He lowers his face and buries his nose into the hair at my crux, making me squirm slightly.
“Can I…”
He doesn’t finish what he’s about to say, and I frown. “Can you what?”
“Taste you here?” he grunts without looking back up.
My toes curl. My legs are open, and the middle of his tail is resting over my stomach while the rest of it is looped around me. He’s between my spread thighs tenting the blanket with his shoulders, shielding my body completely from the view pane.
I nod sharply.
I’ve… been waiting for this.
I tense all over, as his breath fans my sex and he breathes me in. His fingers rub my clit in slow circles as I wrap my arms around his tail, pushing my face against his velvety scales. His chains weigh heavily across me but I don’t mind, finding the weight oddly enticing.
He presses his mouth to my opening, and I buckle as his tongue slides into me, going deep… deeper. I clutch his tail hard as pleasure explodes the first time his tongue swirls, and I moan loudly, hips twitching in an abrupt orgasm. With his finger circling my clit, I come again the next time his tongue slips across my inner spot.
It’s not enough. I need more, so much more.
When he pauses, I glance at him, discovering him watching me with narrowed eyes. “You find pleasure in thissss.”
I nod again, having no words.
He lowers with a hiss and slides his tongue up and down, then back inside me.
Relentless in their strumming, his fingers never stop.
I come again, and in the throes of clamping around nothing, I jerk away when he glides his tongue to my backside, but he moves back up before I can balk.
“I like the way your body moves.” He hums, his voice darkening. “I like the way it shudders against me and around my stem. It feels everything.”
I hide my face in my hands with an embarrassed moan.
He glides his long tongue back inside me, and I lose my mind in pleasure. At some point, he stops toying with my clit to spread me open with his hands to lap at my opening excessively. Twitching involuntarily with every swipe of his tongue, he lashes and groans. “Delicious female.”
In and out, and all over, his mouth never moves from between my legs. Drenched in his saliva, I thrust my hips against him, half-mad.
He gently bites my clit, and my hips pop into the air. He catches them with his large, dark hands and forces them back down. The blanket slips over me, and he pauses to reposition it. The next time he lowers, I brace for his teeth.
His mouth opens wide as he grazes them over me. My hips rise again. Shoving a finger inside me, he hooks it and clamps his mouth back down.
Oh, goodness.
Even if I’d had sex before, nothing could have prepared me for this. His teeth scrape over my inner thighs and work their way up to my breasts.
He looks up at me with intense, hungry eyes, and I know what he wants before he says anything.
“Ready?”
Reaching between my legs, I’m wet all over. “Yes.”
He lifts and lines his cock to my opening, keeping me pinned with his feverish gaze. I try to relax.
He works his knot inside with a frustrated grunt and pushes until his tip is hard against my womb. Sweat beads across my flesh as my body accommodates him.
His eyes are tightly closed now. A trickle of blood drips from his mouth. My eyes skit over him, taking in his tense muscles and his lingering restraint.
I wiggle my hips.
He groans, and his chin drops to his chest.
Empowered, I circle my hips again.
“Stop.” He scowls down at me. “I will not have you in pain.”
“I’m the one moving. I’m okay.”
His lips curl back to reveal bloody teeth. “I am fighting to remain still.”
“You don’t need to. It doesn’t ache as much anymore.”
“It will if my knot rips out of you and I thrust it back in,” he warns, his voice lowering, making me shiver.
“I know you don’t want to hurt me.” I reach up and cup his cheek, lifting his chin off his chest to look into his eyes. “But I want you to thrust. We need to practice, we need to move.”
I’ve never had someone worry about me the way he does. My chest tightens, seeing the concern in his expression.
“It’s okay,” I whisper, hoping I can convince him. Pushing his tail away, I sit upright, maneuvering until I’m straddling him. He pulls the blanket over our heads.
Watching him, I rise on his cock and sink back down. Shaking from the intensity, I dig my nails into his chest.
Hissing low and deep, his tongue slips from his mouth to taste the air. Slowly I rise on him again, biting down on my lip and giving into the burn of the stretch. Some of his seed releases, warming me from the inside and helping me ease down him.
Perched on his knot once more, I reach down and rub it with my fingers, working myself over it. Leaning into him, he supports my weight, clasping his hands around my hips. He keeps me seated, not allowing me to rise too high.
When his knot is inside me, I exhale the pressure built up in my chest, my body shuddering once more.
Grinding me down on him, his knot presses into my sensitive spot and pleasure bursts behind my eyes. My mouth parts in a gasp. Encouraged and wanting more of it, I slowly rock forward, pushing his knot harder against it. As I’m hit with another burst of pleasure, I quicken my movements.
His hands slide from my hips to grip my waist, his clipped claws grazing my flesh. My eyes close and my head drops back. Grinding down on him, I clamp around him and then retreat to do it again, faster, learning what works for me.
I forget all about his pleasure, selfishly working his cock harder where I need it most.
My rocking speeds up, bliss wracking my core as his knot stretches me everywhere, all at once. Greedy, I hold onto his shoulders undulating faster. In a silent scream, I open my eyes, surprised, skin prickling everywhere, my mouth falling open.
“More,” I burst out, begging as the intense waves of sensation continue, quickly replacing the ache of being stretched.
I brace my hand on his chest and meet his next upward thrust. “Yes!”
He helps me take him, his grunts filling my ears, rumbled and animalistic. And when I feel my next orgasm peak, he lifts me off him entirely and shoves it all back in. I cry out from the loss, and then again from the glorious return.
As I bounce my hips up and down, he spears up into me, his chains jangling with each thrust. I grit my teeth against the onslaught of his cock.
He bellows, grabbing me to him, thrusting faster, his tail sliding over my back and around my butt. The blanket clings to me as I clutch his shoulders. He comes, and once it starts, he thrusts into me harder, pounding up into me. Full and stuffed with so much of his seed, I jerk upward and off him, letting it spill out.
The next thing I know, I’m shoved back beneath him, trapped in his coiling, shifting tail, his cock thrusting in and out.
“Female,” he growls somewhere above me. “Clamp me,” he orders. “Now.”
With a cry, I constrict around him.
He forces his knot through it with a roar, stilling once it’s done. Tension bleeds from his muscles as he comes once more. Panting and sweaty, I ease my body, going languid beneath him, focused on catching my breath.
His cock jerks heavily, and as my lungs fill with air, he heaves off of me.
We stare at each other.
With blood trickling from his mouth, and my hair plastered to my cheeks, we stare at one another.
My lips twitch into a smile, and seeing it, he leans down and buries his face into my neck.