MARLOW #3
I grin. "Like most cats, I can only have one true owner."
Mirroring him, I tilt my head, but I do it playfully, teasingly, and he narrows his eyes, an odd shimmer flickering in them.
Then he lunges! I flinch, but my pulse immediately kicks up. Thanks to my cat nature, I've always had a weakness for rougher, wilder courtship.
With one fluid twist, Fenn flips me over, and suddenly I'm pressed against the edge of the bed, my ass lifting instinctively in invitation, as if I’m an omega presenting himself during heat.
He leans over me, sniffing loudly, and I feel his nose glide across my buttocks before traveling higher along my spine. The tip brushes over every single vertebra while his tongue traces a zigzag pattern behind it, leaving a wet trail in its wake.
Deliberately, I bump my ass against his crotch, almost obnoxiously, impatiently, as I can already feel him hardening fast.
But he refuses to rise to the bait just yet.
His lips drift toward my neck, and when they're close enough, I feel it.
He parts them slightly, warm breath flowing over my skin while sharp, thin teeth graze the surface of my skin.
A powerful rush of desire surges through me, making me rub against his bulge even more frantically.
Really, can you blame me? Cats mate while being held by the scruff, and I think Fenn knows that.
Male mantises, meanwhile, stay attached to their partners for hours. I'm not entirely sure whether Fenn leans more toward male mantis traits or carries some female ones as well. After all, every ABO is born with a womb, regardless of whether they're an alpha, beta, or omega.
The pressure of his teeth against my neck subtly increases while one finger hooks into the strap tying my apron and slowly unravels it.
At the same time, his other hand provides a striking contrast to this dominant behavior, sliding gently across my chest as his fingertips paint small circles around my nipples in a way that draws helpless, shameless moans from me.
He pinches one lightly, and a strange new sensation shoots through me, almost electric in intensity.
Did my early pregnancy make them so much more sensitive?
As he continues teasing them with slow tugs and gentle squeezes, a low, vibrating sound escapes my throat.
I don't think I've ever made that sound before, and even now, I'm not entirely sure what it means.
Then it dawns on me… It's a plea for him to mark me!
His lips immediately move toward my gland, untouched, virginal, left unclaimed. Meanwhile, his fingers push the loosened apron aside, while he keeps me pressed against the edge of the bed.
His hard, hot manhood, which somehow popped out of his pants, begins to slide slowly across my crack and the surface of my hole, coating it with precum.
It's a specific movement. He traces light circles, pressing but not entering.
He stretches me slightly, then withdraws.
I try to encourage him to push deeper, but he keeps evading me.
Then, just when I think he's pulled away, I suddenly feel him press in, and this time he's about a third of an inch deeper.
This teasing goes on for a long while. Soon, slick is running down my thighs.
My hole swells and opens in invitation; I can sense small, sharp rippling sensations as my tunnel pulsates.
But Fenn makes it all painstakingly slow.
He lifts his hand from my chest, gathers some of the moisture coating my entrance, and brings his fingers to his mouth, holding them deliberately close to my ear so I can hear clearly as he licks them clean with a wet smack.
"You taste like honey."
The way he teases me by swaying behind my ass triggers another impatient, long, whimpering sound from my throat, an AO call: I'm begging him to give me pleasure, to have sex with me.
Finally, the pressure of his dickhead increases, and my ring stretches, closing tight around him. The push becomes more certain. He no longer pulls away completely, even when he eases the pressure. Instead, he works his way deeper into my tightness with slow circular movements.
I can barely breathe. Something is brewing inside me, a burning need for everything to finally fall into place.
Suddenly, I catch something strange at the edge of my vision.
Wait, what’s going on? We're not ordinary ABOs. We never experienced the so-called First Orgasm and the spectacular fireworks that are supposed to accompany it.
So what are those things drifting through the air?
Am I actually seeing a glimpse of those fireworks now, tiny sparks of light dancing around us? They only appear when fated mates unite their souls during their first sex. So how do I explain this?
Fenn begins to work his hips rhythmically, starting a sliding motion, diving halfway in, and pulling back to the serenade of my panting and moaning. The thrusting falls into a hypnotic rhythm, accompanied by the sound of skin slapping.
"Yes, yes, yes," I mutter, the words pleading, needy.
It’s a constant begging, pushing my hips upward and demanding more. My fuck tunnel creates strong, intense ripples that inexorably pull him deeper, partially blocking him and refusing to let him withdraw. But he tries anyway, forcing his way back before slamming back into the hotness.
I gasp sharply as white flashes begin dancing behind my eyes, my whole body deep in abandon, and I let out another call that seems to rise from the very core of my being, repeating my demand to be marked yet another time.
This time, however, Fenn answers.
The sound that leaves him is low, resonant, and unmistakable, a particular variation of the AO call used during mating that carries only one meaning.
It's a demand to claim.
A moment later, I hear something else, a sound like silk sliding across a knife blade.
I turn my head and see it. Teeth are extending from Fenn's jaws, but they look nothing like the mating fangs regular alphas have!
They emerge from both his upper and lower jaws, long, thin, and incredibly dense.
A shiver of terror runs through me, part excitement, part panic, because I know exactly what's about to happen.
The mantis is going to bite me.
A thin, high-pitched cry escapes me, but I’d rather throw myself headfirst into this wild experience than run away from it.
Then, with a violent movement so fast I barely even register it, Fenn pulls his dick free and flips me onto my back.
My knees are forced upward as he drives into me again with full momentum.
Now I stare up at his face. It's so changed and wild, his maw hanging open and filled with countless needle-thin teeth hovering above me. His eyes have changed. They seem multicolored, almost otherworldly, looking at me with obsession.
And I do the only thing my soul wants to do. I turn my neck to the side, exposing my gland to him in a gesture of complete surrender.
Fenn throws his head back as though preparing to strike and releases a long screech.
The sound is sharp and utterly inhuman, echoing through the room and beyond it, racing through the house and cutting straight through me.
Then he moves. With a lightning-fast lunge, he sinks those teeth into my gland, biting down from above and the side at once.
The pain and bliss mix in an explosive way, and I shiver, feeling like my cum is splashing all over his abs… fuck, the mating orgasm just feels so crazy intense, as I’m endlessly shuddering in ecstasy.
Oh, I knew my marking was going to be unique!
But that's not the only thing happening.
My own body responds. My mating fangs slide free, triggered by his bite. I twist my head enough to find the right angle and sink my teeth into his swollen, waiting gland, every bit as untouched as mine had been.
And suddenly, there we are.
Locked in a so-called bite grip, both of us clamped onto each other's necks.
Another wave of sweet mating orgasms crashes through us, rippling through my nervous system and sending trembling vibrations through every nerve as though some invisible musician has plucked every string inside my body at once.
But this is not the peak, oh no!
Something even more incredible happens.
A true miracle.
The thing we missed the first time, the thing everyone dreams about when they find their fated mate: the joining of our souls.
The room explodes with color!
Purple, violet, crimson, and ruby light swirl around us in a kaleidoscope of shifting hues. Millions of tiny sparks drift through the air, flashing and crackling like fragments of a shattered lightning storm.
I want to laugh, and I actually do. Pulling my teeth free from his neck, I watch Fenn do the same; a disbelieving chuckle escapes him.
"Oh my dear Fate, finally. Damn it, finally!"
I stare at the storm of lights in utter amazement.
"It happened, Fenn. Our souls connected. We're fated. No more doubts, no question about it!"
He grins just as broadly, those sharp teeth still protruding from his mouth, faintly stained pink with my blood.
"Damn. I didn't want to admit it, but part of me was disappointed when it didn't happen the first time. But you know what? This makes way more fucking sense. The Bond is complete now too!"
Instead of watching the lights dancing around us, Fenn turns his attention to me. The look in his eyes is pure awe.
"I can feel you even more clearly now. I understand you. I know you. Each emotion." His fingertips brush gently along my cheek and softly nudge at my fresh bite mark. "You're beautiful not only on the outside, Marlow."
He watches me with this radiant intensity as the sparks of electrical discharges continue to swirl around us, softly fading, silent proof of our souls becoming one.
Time itself seems to stand still, stretching into something sweet, intimate.
I want to hold on to this moment forever, our fates woven together like a braid, the promise of happiness vibrating through the air like the gentle chime of tiny bells.