15. Doran
DORAN
We returned home to find my mate fresh from the shower, her hair still damp. I sniffed the air delicately as a fresh scent of arousal permeated the room.
“Come on, little one. Let’s get you in your play seat.” He carefully placed her in her excersaucer.
“Bob, can you put on some kit vid music that’s suitable for her stage of development?”
The wall in front of her dissolved into a variety of colorful shapes that began moving about, slowly transforming into cats, dogs, a kilt-ha, and a hop-a-long as classical music played.
Laura clapped her hands delightedly, watching it for a moment before turning her attention to the toys attached to her play seat. I held my hand out to my mate.
“Come. Bob will alert us if she needs us.”
“Where are we going?” she asked, taking half a step backwards.
“Taking care of what we both need to happen,” I replied, my wings flaring as my words ended in a low growl. I could feel my tail thrash once behind me as if punctuating my words.
She licked her lips. “Yes. Um, We should go do that.” She took my hand and I led her to our quarters.
“Bob, secure the door. Let no one in until you’ve let us know and I’m there to open it. Not even her fathers.”
“Understood, but I’m sure they’d have questions.” A giggle. “And boy, would I have answers!”
We ignored his prattle. As much as I wanted to be able to spend all day claiming her, I knew we didn’t have time for that. We couldn’t leave a kit that young alone for too long, and besides, I could smell her need that matched my own, clawing its way out.
“I swear I’m not easy, you know,” she babbled. “I don’t just hop into bed with guys. In fact, I haven’t been with one since Harold, unless you count my vibrator, Mr. D.”
A rumble sounded deep within my chest as a sense of possessiveness rolled through me. He had not deserved her and I would wipe the memory of him from her skin. I would claim her inside and out, until no male could even dare think they had a claim upon her heart, body, or soul.
“Fuck, that’s sexy,” she said, pulling her hand free as we reached our room. “Naked. We need to get naked now.”
We did so in a flurry of movement, and then I was shoving her down onto the bed.
She laughed. “Hell, yeah.” She wriggled back some more, then lifted her legs, spreading herself wide. “Is this what you want?”
My eyes zeroed in on her delicate, glistening folds surrounded by short, groomed hair.
“Yes,” I gasped, falling to my knees to taste the delicate nectar she was producing just for me.
“Oh, Doran!” she screamed, her hands finding my head. Then, she found my horns and the touch went straight to my cock. I became lost in her, feasting on her as she writhed and cried out, drenching me with her juices.
“Doran, please! I...I need!”
I pulled away, knowing exactly what she needed as I did too, lest I waste my spend on the floor. My gums ached, the venom sacs so full my fangs were beginning to drip tiny droplets.
I placed my cock, glistening with my own mating fluids designed to make claiming my mate easier, and notched its head against her opening.
“Mine,” I growled, punching myself forward.
Her eyes rolled back into her head for a moment, her legs moving to around my waist, her feet behind my back.
I started at a furious pace and she urged me on.
It didn’t take long at all. Her back arched as she clenched tightly around me, harder than her previous spasms. My wings flared wide, and I struck, my fangs sinking deep at the juncture of her shoulder and neck.
She screamed, her hands flying to my head and neck.
Not to push me away, but to pin me there as the venom sent wave after wave of ecstasy through her as it partially remade her and sealed us together as one.
I pulled my head back forcefully and let out a roar as I emptied myself in her.
She. Was. MINE.