18. Xin
Xin
No way I heard that right! She didn’t just ask me that, did she? I beg my body not to react too quickly, and ask;
“What did you say?”
“Mate me Xin. Everyone thinks I’m not yours. Let’s show them that I am.” she says in a husky tone, her throat clearly still dry and hurting. I look down at her and when her beautiful brown eyes lock on mine I know I’m fucked.
“But you are in pain.” And I don’t have a clue what I'm doing.
She snuggles closer into my side. “I heard Santa saying that if I'm your mate, your healing properties will move over to me. I won’t be in pain for long if I am your mate. If I'm not—”
“You are my mate.” I cut her off, and growl before leaning down and placing my lips softly against hers.
I so want to consume her lips, but the cut and the taste of blood reminds me that I need to be careful with her. I pull back and she tries to follow me before wincing at the movement.
“Easy, Zaza.”
“Zaza?” she asks me confused.
“Yeah,” I shrug embarrassed. “Do you like it?”
“It’s cute.”
I nod happily, glad she likes it. “Good. No one else but me can call you that, ok?”
“And no one but me can call you Vixen.” She gives me a lazy smile.
“Well, you and Santa. But yeah that’s all…”
“Deal. Now take me, Vixen,” she purrs.
I gulp and look over her body, trying to figure out where to start. Luckily, she takes charge and pulls me back so I'm staring into her eyes.
“Kiss me. Take off all our clothes and we'll take it from there, ok big guy?”
I nod while adrenaline thrums through me.
Gently, I lean down to kiss her again, careful not to put my weight on her damaged body.
Our kisses are soft, but when her tongue pokes out to lick my lips, it ignites something in me.
My passion deepens and she hums into my mouth.
When I pull back again she whimpers, making me smile. She wants you Xin. This is happening.
The bruises on her neck and cheek draw my attention like a beacon, and I place kisses on her injured body, going from her cheek, to neck, then throat.
“Yes,” she whispers her approval and I smile against her skin. My tongue licks a trail from her ear back to her lips before I kiss her deeply again. She giggles playfully and shivers under my light touch.
“You sure you haven’t done this before, Mister?” she whispers.
“Never!” I growl. “Only for you, Zaza.”
“I know, Xin. It’s called banter. Now take off my clothes and make me yours.”
Me? I think as I reach for her top. I notice that my hands are shaking, but I don’t let that deter me. Her blue top was discarded at the cabin, so all that she has on is her ripped sweatshirt and her blue snow pants. Carefully bunching up the top, I shimmy it up her body and carefully remove it.
One of the bra straps is torn off and the other lays off her shoulder. I grit my teeth while removing it, revealing the darkening bruises all over her stomach. When I get my hands on that worthless man, I will make him pay for this. Dearly.
I shake my head to dislodge the anger that is trying to take root. I won’t let anyone ruin this moment for us.
The bra material slides off her arms and I swallow the saliva that pools in my mouth.
Her beautiful breasts spill out and they look glorious.
My hands reach for them, fascinated as they disappear under my touch.
I knead them before pinching her nipples and watch them harden.
My penis twitches as the implications of what is going to happen sends all the right singles downwards.
I ignore my needs and concentrate on the beautiful creature who is lying here, trusting me to make her feel good.
Then better. My mouth descends on her left nipple, then her right, and she moans in enjoyment.
The animal in me makes me graze my teeth along her nipple, before moving back to the left one and doing it again with a bit more aggression.
“Oh god. Yes Vixen,” she croaks, urging me on. I flick her nipple with my tongue and she wriggles a little.
“What do I do next?” I ask before returning to her pebbled nipples. I can’t get enough of them.
“Take off my trousers and underwear. Then you get undressed. I wanna see all of you too,” Zara says, her eyes looking heavy, but not with sleep.
My phallus loves the idea of being released, as do I.
It throbs against my trousers as if knocking to get out.
My breathing increases with the excitement, and I pull hastily on her trousers, but freeze when she winces. Oh crap!
“Fuck, I’m sorry baby.” I plant kisses on her hips and stomach while gently caressing her sides.
“It’s ok, just remember, we’re not mated yet.
Slowly, big guy.” She smiles and I nod before carefully pulling down her trousers and panties together.
After I throw them to the floor, I gently spread her legs and my mouth falls open.
Holy shit! Something in me just wants to bury my face right there, but her voice cuts through my thoughts.
“Clothes. Off. Now.”
Impatient obviously, but I smirk at her knowing she wants me as much as I want her. I slide off the bed and pull my top over my head. Then start to undo my belt. Her eyes widen when my trousers drop and my member bobs out, hard and ready for her.
“Wow.” she murmurs.
“Do you like it?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“Hell yes I do. If I wasn't so sore I would be sucking that dick like my favourite lollipop.” She croaks, then tries to clear her voice.
“Ssshhhh,” I plead. “No more talking, just point to where you want me.”
She nods and shakily puts a finger to her lips, and then that hand travels down to between her legs.
“You want me to put my mouth there?” I ask just to make sure. She nods, giving me her consent.
I kneel between her legs and duck down. Before I take my first taste, her scent hits me and my eyes almost roll into the back of my head.
My dick as she called it, is the hardest it’s ever been, verging on painful with need.
I take another deep breath of her delicious scent before sticking my tongue out and running it along her opening.
The flavour that bursts onto my tongue is one I'll never truly be able to describe, but I know it’s now my favourite taste, ever.
“Mmmm, you taste better than hot chocolate.”
I push my face further in, trying to get as close as possible, and continue lapping at any skin available. Little sounds escape Zara’s lips and thankfully, none of them sound like pain.
Her hand snakes down between her thighs and I move back a little confused.
I watch her delicate but scratched hand spread herself open and point to a little nub at the top.
She taps it a couple times and then removes her hand, but I get her message loud and clear.
I use my hands to spread her open like she did and begin flicking and sucking on the nub she pointed out.
Her legs begin to shake and her breathing becomes laboured.
I stop to check on her, and instantly regret it.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she croaks, pushing my head down before she winces again.
“Stop speaking, I’ve got this!” I growl and attack her again, flicking and licking faster than before.
Not stopping until her juices cover my face and she tries to clamp her legs shut. I pull back and stare at how sleek she is. My member weeps alongside her. This has never happened before. I grip it and the spasm that shoots up my back is insane. Almost debilitating. What was that?
I remember her demonstration with the bread and meat, and start moving my hand up and down my penis, enjoying the feeling. My head falls backwards and the sensations take over. When I look down, she’s watching my hand intently, licking her lips. That is so sexy.
As I climb up her body, my member leaks and leaves a trail up her leg.
I love it. It’s like I'm claiming her in more ways than one.
Zara opens her legs wider, welcoming me, and I gladly accept.
I kiss her deeply but hold my weight in my arms. Her hand slides between us and grabs hold of me.
The feeling of her touch almost makes my arms give out.
My entire body vibrates as she rubs the head against her opening. My head spins and my face twitches at the sensations running through me. This must be it. We are mating! I beam. I’m ready to take charge, follow her example from the food, but rather than let go, Zara pushes me inside her.
The warm, slick feeling has my entire body trembling. My eyes roll so far I wonder if they’ll ever come back around. What the actual
“Fuuuck.” I nearly drool.
“Holy shit”
We groan in unison. Her legs clamp onto my hips and she nods to me.
Sandwich. Meat.
I start to move the way she showed me, and the tingles that take over my body are something I will never forget. I continue moving further in until she’s taken all of me, and I feel at home.
“Harder. Take me harder,” she pleads.
So I do just that. Pounding into her so hard I can hear the slapping of our skin mingled with her whimpers of pleasure and my groans of euphoria.
“I’m going to cum, Xin.”
A feeling building in my balls continues to increase and I grit my teeth, driving my hips through it. That is until Zara shattered my concentration with one word.
“VIXEN!”
Her vagina grips my penis, and I feel like I can’t breathe. Then the pulsing triggers my own reaction. For the first time ever, I ejaculate! And it’s amazing! Forgetting myself, I slam my lips against hers, and give her a deep kiss. I remember her cut lips, and pull away to apologise when I see it.
Her eyes are wide and glowing, and her lip has heeled. She reaches out to touch my cheek and smiles.
I knew it! She’s my mate.
“You’re mine, Zaza.”
“Yes, I am. And you are mine… My Vixen.”