Chapter 21
Zalik
I did not know a female could take a male’s cock in her mouth. None of my tribe brothers have spoken on this, but I can understand why.
Riley rests her hand on my chest. “Before we go any further, I need you to know something.”
“You can tell me anything.”
“I know.” She nods and takes a deep breath.
“I love you. When I thought you might be dead, I regretted that I might never have gotten to tell you. And I know we haven’t known each other long, but there is no one I’d rather spend the rest of my life with than you, Zalik.
You make me happy, and you love both me and our daughter.
A love I can feel in every breath you take.
Every time you look at me, I know. I feel it. In here.”
Riley lays her hand over her heart.
“You have made me the happiest of males. Every beat of my heart is for you and our kit. My soul light will shine for you in this life and the next. I love you as well. With everything that I am.”
“When things settle down a little, I want us to have a mating ceremony. One with the whole village in attendance,” she says. “I want every single tribe person to know how proud I am to be your keeshla.”
“I would love that.”
Riley bites her bottom lip. “Maybe when Stella gets a little older, Alesha and Wakiel could watch her while we take a short honeymoon and work on giving her a brother or sister.”
I do not know what this…shurup moon is she speaks of, but if it means more kits, then we can take anything my mate wishes. “I agree to this plan.”
Riley chuckles. “Okay then.”
I am more than anxious to have my mate in our furs at last, but now that the time has come, I find myself uncertain how to proceed. Riley strokes along my brow bones. “You have this really intent look on your face. What’s wrong?”
“I do not know what to do next.” There must always be honesty between us even if it is uncomfortable.
She smiles softly. “Would you like me to show you?”
“Very much so.”
“Help me take my clothes off. Please.”
I try not to appear overeager in my haste to rid Riley of her coverings.
Making myself move slowly, I draw her chest covering up and over her head.
My gaze is immediately drawn to her chest mounds.
They remain hidden fully from my view by another small covering, but the hardened tips peek through the tiny holes in the material.
They are the perfect shade of pink that matches the color of her cheeks when she blushes.
Unable to resist, I roll one nub between my fingers. Riley clutches my forearms to keep herself steady. I pinch it gently and she moans deep in her throat. My cock hardens again. This time, I refuse to spend anywhere but inside her cunt.
“I love the sounds you make, keeshla.” I am not sure if I am supposed to talk during mating, but the need to do so is there.
To get more reactions from her, I pinch the tip of her breast with a bit more pressure. Riley sucks in a sharp breath, and for a beat, I worry I was not gentle enough.
She moans louder and breathes a single word. “Again.”
I do as she demands and pinch the pebbled tip.
Her body shudders, and she holds tighter to me.
Fear of her falling and not being able to catch her in time has me guiding her down to our furs.
Riley lies on her back and stares up at me.
Perhaps it’s instinct that takes over but, I suddenly know what to do next.
My hands go to the clasp of her leg coverings.
She lifts her hips, and I drag the coverings down the long length of her legs.
She remains partially covered by the scrap of fabric she calls panties, but they’ve been dragged down enough that a small tuft of fur that adorns the top of her cunt is barely visible.
Tavikhi males and females alike are hairless around their mating parts.
“Is everything okay?” Riley asks nervously.
“There is fur near your cunt. I was not expecting it, but the more I look at it, the more I like it.”
She giggles, and it is a sweet sound. “Women groom differently. Some of us have a little hair, some a lot, and some none at all. It’s a personal preference.”
“Well, the way you are groomed is pleasant.”
“Thanks.” She snorts.
“May I take off your panties?”
Riley nods. “Please.”
Once more she lifts her hips so I may remove the small scrap of material. It is wet with her arousal and the musky scent of her cunt is strong. I bring the fabric to my nose and breathe in deeply, drawing as much of my mate’s fragrance in as I am able.
“Oh my god.” Riley slams her hand over her eyes.
I jerk her panties away from my face, staring at her in horror. “Did I do something wrong?”
“I cant believe you smelled my underwear.”
“Am I not supposed to?”
“No, no, it’s not that. It just took me by surprise.”
Finally she uncovers her face, but she appears to be having difficulty looking at me.
“Are you sure it is not wrong?”
Riley turns serious and she places her hand on my arm.
“I’m sorry I reacted like that. Nothing that happens between us is wrong in any way, so long as it doesn’t harm the other person.
We’re both allowed to enjoy whatever it is we enjoy without fear.
Intimacy is about exploring all these private things between us and discovering what we like.
I shouldn’t have made you question what you’d done when it’s perfectly natural. ”
I study her a moment longer to make sure she isn’t saying it only to make me feel better, but I can sense her sincerity.
She squeezes my arm. “Have I ruined the mood?”
My cook is still achingly hard. I am not sure how she cannot notice it. “Not for me. I do not think there will ever be a mood where I do not want you.”
Riley chuckles. “Good, because I too am still very much in the mood. Now, how about you kiss me?”
“Whatever my keeshla demands.” I cover her body with mine.
Our lips meet and our tongues clash. The awkward moment that just passed is completely forgotten as the pleasure that we experienced when my cock was in her mouth returns.
Our hands roam each other’s body and I untangle the small chest covering from around her ribs and toss it away so she is finally bared to me.
I pluck and pinch the hardened tips—nipples I finally recall—and swallow each gasp and moan my keeshla releases. I kiss my way down the front of her and suck the sweet tip between my lips. She tastes nearly like shurup nectar. Perhaps I like sweet after all. At least where Riley is concerned.
She grips the base of my tail, and I bite back the groan that threatens to escape. I will the pleasure to retreat until I am ready to release it inside her. Once I’ve managed to get myself under control despite her continued massaging of my tail base, I put more effort into her pleasure.
Needing to know how her wet cunt feels, I slide my hand between us.
Her thighs part giving me greater access and I do like she said only moments ago and explore, discovering all the ways she loves to be touched.
There is another nipple at the top of her cunt that appears to give her great pleasure.
I find her entrance and push a finger inside while still playing with the sensitive bud.
Riley bucks and cries out in obvious pleasure.
My chest swells with pride that I am the one bringing my keeshla to ecstasy.
That I am the one who makes the wetness of her cunt flow.
Riley’s nails scrape down my back as she rides my hand. The stinging pain makes my own pleasure grow. I work her harder, needing my mate to reach her peak before I do.
I add a second finger, stretching her. She fists her mouth and blocks the cry from spilling out so as to not awaken our kit.
Riley’s cunt milks my fingers until, at last, her body goes rigid, and her back bows off our bed of furs.
While she is still shuddering with her release, I remove my fingers and replace them with my cock.
With a single, powerful thrust, I bury myself to the hilt inside the tight wet heat of her.
I rock my hips, pistoning faster and deeper.
Riley wraps her legs around me and locks her ankles just above my tail.
With each thrust, the bottoms of her feet graze the base of it, which causes the pleasure inside me to grow faster and hotter.
I claim my keeshla’s lips in a sweltering kiss and far too soon my seed explodes from my cock and bathes her insides. I swallow my mate’s cries down. I soften slightly but do not withdraw my length from her. Perhaps if we stay locked together, my essence will take root and we will make a kit.
With my elbows, I keep my full weight off her, but she tugs me closer.
“I do not want to crush you.”
She shakes her head. “You won’t. I want your weight on me.”
Slowly, so as to not hurt her, I lower myself fully. She sighs and makes a contented sound. I gently stroke the damp curls off her forehead.
“That was incredible,” she says.
“You are incredible.”
She snorts. “We were both incredible.”
“I agree.” I smile against her neck.
“I can’t believe everything that’s happened the last few days.”
It has been many things in such a short period of time. “I am glad I have had you with me to get through them.”
She strokes up and down my back. “Me too. It’s made life so much easier having someone to share my burdens with.”
“That is what mates are for. To love one another. To guide each other through this life and the next. and to share burdens so we do not get weighed down by them.”
“I love you so much,” Riley tells me.
“I love you as well, my keeshla.”
“I’m still not sure about the whole religion thing but if there is some goddess of yours out there, I am grateful to her for putting us on each other’s path.”
“As am I.”
While Riley may not fully believe, I do. I was meant to become a mate and a baba. My life has never been more complete because of it.
Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed Zalik and Riley’s story!
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