Chapter 22
THWIP
Andrik-
She called me Bambi.
She’s not disgusted by me. She’s not afraid. She wants this.
My tail moves before I consciously command it, sliding between us like it knows exactly what she needs. The black luminescent fur catches the firelight.
I drag it through her lunhae first, coating it in her slickness. She gasps, hips lifting.
“You feel so good, Andri.”
“Getting it ready for you, snowdrop.” My voice is barely mine anymore. “Need it slick so it doesn’t hurt when I stretch you open.”
I circle her entrance with the tip—slow, teasing flicks so she can feel the width of it. Letting her body decide if she can take this.
Her hands fly to my forearms, nails biting into fur and muscle.
“Inside,” she whimpers. “Please, I can take it.”
“Breathe for me, Sael?n.” I press just the tip inside. “Nice and slow. That’s my thal’kisha.” (Good girl.)
She inhales shakily, and I slide deeper—inch by aching inch.
Thrahk’nai. She’s strangling my thaek?r. (Tail.) Clenching so tight I can barely move, but her body keeps trying to pull me deeper.
The obscene sound of her wetness fills the circle—slick and desperate as I work myself deeper. She’s dripping around me, soaking the furs beneath her, and it’s the sexiest thing I‘ve ever heard before.
“Listen to that, Sael?n,” I rasp. “Hear how wet you are for me? How your body weeps to take me?”
Her head falls back, throat exposed to the stars as she moans. My fangs itch to bite her again.
“Look at you, kai’saela, taking my thaek?r like your body was made to be opened by mine.” (Sweetheart.)
Velis’kai ves Sael?n. You feel like salvation.
I push deeper, watching her face—the way her lips part before she bites the bottom one, the way her brows pinch when I start to pull back.
Every thrust makes that wet, filthy sound—her body is so slick, I can barely control myself.
“More—” she gasps. I can take more—I need more—”
“You sure, l?venkae?” I curl my tail slightly inside her (Sweet girl.) “Because once I start stretching you properly, I’m not stopping until you’re ready for my cock.”
“Yes—I’m sure—I swear I can take it.”
My tail is so much thicker than my fingers, and I can feel every tremble, every pulse, every desperate attempt her body makes to adjust.
“You feel that, thal’kisha?” I whisper, barely holding back the growl. “How you’re squeezing me like you never want to let me go?”
I drop back down to my stomach, mouth returning to her clit. My chest purrs uncontrollably while I suck it between my lips. Driving her higher while I work her open.
I curl my tail inside her—finding that spot she loved earlier—and she screams.
“Right there, Andri. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
I curl again, and again, while my tongue circles her clit.
“Can you take a little more for me, Sael?n?”
She nods anxiously, and I smirk.
I thrust another inch of my length inside her.
“Andrik—I’m—I’m going to—”
“Let go,” I growl against her. “Come on my tail, Snowdrop. Show me how good it feels.”
She shatters. Her orgasm rips through her, squeezing me so hard I groan. A flood of saelith rushes my mouth, sweeter now. Thicker.
I drink every drop until I’m so drunk I can barely see straight.
She’s panting, disheveled, and more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her.
I look down at where my black fur sinks into her heat, the place that’s learned to take and crave me, thrust after thrust. It’s so erotic to watch.
I know she’s not ready yet. I’ve barely worked a quarter of it inside her. She needs at least one more orgasm.
“Snowdrop,” I rasp, pulling back slightly. My thaek?r is still inside her, keeping her open.
“Why did you stop?” She’s dazed. Drunk on pleasure.
“I need you to give me one more.” My voice is gentle but firm. “Can you give me one more, Sael?n?”
She whimpers and tries to look down at where my tail is lightly pulsing inside her.
“Did I at least take a lot?” she murmurs.
I cup her face before she can see the truth, “It doesn’t matter. All that matters is how good you’re doing for me. Can you try again?”
“I don’t know if I can—” Her voice breaks. Tears well in her eyes. “Is this not working? Are we—” She swallows hard. “Are we not compatible?”
My heart shatters.
“Sael?n. No. no, no, no. “ I press my forehead to hers, cradling her face. “Don’t ever think that. You’re perfect. We’re perfect.”
“But I can’t even—I’m not—”
“You’re taking my tail beautifully,” I murmur, kissing her cheeks, her nose, her lips. “You’re doing so well. Better than I ever hoped.”
“Then why do you need me to—”
“Because I’m big, Lumi,” I sweep her hair back gently. “And I refuse to hurt you. This isn’t about you failing—this is about me making sure you’re safe. Making sure you’re ready.”
She sniffles. “You promise?”
“I swear it on the forest itself.” I kiss her forehead. “You’re mine, Lumi. My soulmate. My match in every way. Your body was made for mine—it just needs time to learn how to take me.”
“You are my stars, and I will spend eternity proving we were born from the same light.”
Her breath hitches, and her body relaxes. “Okay. Okay, I want to try again.”
“That’s my thal’kisha.” I kiss her softly. “One more, and then I’m going to fill you until your body forgets anything but me. I promise.”
My tail slides deeper. Just another inch. Stretching her slowly, spreading her wider.
Her eyes close, and she arches off the furs.
“That’s it, Sael?n. Let me in. Let me stretch this little human body for its mate.”
I push a little more, and her hands fly back to my antlers.
“It’s so—so much—”
“I know, but you’re taking it so well. So perfect for me.”
I curl it inside her—deeper now, the thicker section of me straining to fit as she cries out.
“Andrik—”
“I’ve got you, love.” I flatten my tongue and lick slowly over her kaelinae. “Just feel it. Feel how much you’re taking for me.”
Itra’velis kai’lunhae. Your body was made for this.
My mouth never stops. Sucking. Licking. Purring.
“I can’t—it’s too—”
“You can,” I growl against her. “One more, l?venkae. Give me one more, and then I’ll bless your core with everything I have. My kaev?n. My kael?nrath. Everything.” I kiss across her hip bones. “You want that, don’t you?”
The promise breaks something in her.
Her thighs start trembling. Her hands twist in my fur so hard, strands pull free.
“So close, Andrik—almost.”
“That’s it.” I thrust deeper. Harder. “Let go for me. Come on my tail, Sael?n. Show me you’re ready. Show me you want my cock.”
She moans, deep and guttural. Her third orgasm hits much harder than the others. Her entire body convulses. She clamps down on me so hard it’s painful.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
When she finally goes limp, I slowly withdraw my tail. She whines at the loss.
I crawl up her body, caging her beneath me. My kaev?n pulses with centuries of need—hard, aching, ready to claim what’s mine.
“Are you ready, Sael?n?” I rasp against her lips. “I’m going to fill you so full, you’ll feel me leaking from you for days. Kai’mor?n narh ves virae.”
She nods. Barely coherent. “Please, I’m ready—”
I kiss her. Deep. Letting her taste herself on my tongue.
“I love you,” I whisper against her mouth. “I’ve loved you for over three thousand years.”
Her eyes flutter open. Glazed, but focused on me.
“I love you too, Andrik,” she breathes.
I reach down with one hand and free myself.
My kaev?n springs free, thick and aching, kaersin leaking everywhere.
I line myself up at her entrance.
Three thousand years of waiting. And she’s here.
Beneath me.
Ready.
Mine.
I start to push inside—
THWIP.
A sharp hiss of air hits my face. She winces. My head snaps up, and I see a little purple dart sticking from her thigh.
The familiar chemical scent hits me immediately. It’s the same thrahking sedative as before. She blinks slowly, and her body slackens beneath me.
“No,” I snarl, lifting her into my arms.
Not again.
Not a-thrahking-gain.