Dante
She has a scent which I want to imprint on, to never have it leave me, to be able to inhale her nova day after nova day. As much as I want to remain sheathed in her little body for all eternity.
I want to dance for her. Then I want to mate her. Then I want to dance for her again.
“You want to dance for me?” Rosalie asks, her stunning eyes roving over my face.
I brush my thumb over the softness of her skin, which has a texture unlike anything I’ve ever touched, and it feels like the most delicate of fabrics. I love touching it. I love touching her.
“I might have not done any of this the right way.” I dip my head into her hair, wanting to absorb her somehow, my tongue trailing over the area I bit her.
In my arms, my Rosalie trembles. In my pants, my cock pushes from my pouch, painful against the fabric, and I need to release it.
“I wouldn’t have expected anything else.” She chuckles, pushing her fingers in my hair, her little claws pressing into my scalp.
I think my cock might go off in my pants.
“Can I mate you, my Rosalie?” I say into her neck. “Can I breed you, fill you with my seed, make you ripe with sarkarnling?”
“You want more children?”
“I want so many more. The sarkarnlings are everything. And I want sarkarnlings with you.”
“Then, yes, you may mate me.”
I don’t need any further confirmation. In a second, her clothing is removed and my pants are a mere memory.
“I have to mate you among the stars, little flame,” I rasp into her skin as I lap over her body, enjoying the feel of her sweet peaks as they rise to meet the tug of my tongue, and her hands push into my hair once again.
Once I’m over her stomach, my cock spurting my pre-seed as I think about what it would be like if she had a sarkarnling inside her, I am at her apex.
The little wisp of hair she has is so nevving soft, I bury my face in it and breathe in her glorious scent.
Rosalie murmurs my name, her hands on the apex of my wings which have shifted because I cannot help myself.
My Sarkarnii wants her as much as I do, but she is not ready to take him yet. Once she is claimed, danced for, mated, and filled, then she can take him.
And it will be glorious.
Yet more pre-seed spills from me, and I have put myself on the very edge of being able to hold back. But my little flame requires pleasuring before I can go inside her. She needs my seed and she needs my tongue.
I lift her leg onto my shoulder, and the scent of her is as intoxicating as any narcotic, as any paraxio. I am drawn into her, sipping her nectar like it is the finest of ale-wines.
“I could eat you until the end of the universe,” I mumble into her, her body grasped firmly so I can enjoy my meal.
Rosalie shudders in my grip, shoving her scented cunt further into my face, making me go deeper and deeper within her, until she freezes for an instant, which I know now means I have the right spot, and then her soaking channel sucks hard on my tongue as she releases a cry of my name and several other words I do not understand.
My wings flare as she vibrates in my arms before I’m being pulled back up her body and she places her lips on mine.
I touch my cock, running with all my pre-seed, and touch the slippery liquid to her mouth. She sucks greedily at it, and I know if I am not inside her in the next nova-second, I will spill everywhere but the one place which needs my seed.
“I am going to mate you, my heartsfire,” I groan. “I cannot hold back. Not now, not with…”
Her legs wrap around my waist, her soft, wet cunt sliding up my shaft until the tip is a fraction away from impaling her.
I press her back against the space-glass and with an easy, perfect movement of my hips, I breach her, sliding deep within her dark, hot embrace, which grips me like it never wants to let me go.
“The stars…” she says, gasping for breath as her arms wind around me.
I have her completely within my grasp, up against the stars, my cock inside her as I thrust and thrust, seed spilling from me, the sounds coming from our joining making the most incredible music.
I can feel my hook forming, I can feel her pulse around me, the mating mix filling my veins like hot lava which can only result in one thing.
The best feeling in the entire galaxy, in the entire universe. Our joining, my spill filling her womb, swelling her to completion.
With a stabbing pain which is almost pleasure, my hook is complete.
It makes me thrust harder and harder until, with yet more beautiful agony, I am in the most precious part of my mate and, as I groan her name over and over, my cock pulsates with white hot spill, my seed escaping in an eruption of epic proportions, turning my entire body inside out as I become one with my mate, my beautiful mate.
And we are one with the universe. As it should be.