Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
MURGUL
You will thank me later.
With that cryptic statement, Vrog surges forth, overrides my control, and bites our little mate where her neck and shoulder meet.
I can feel my body releasing some sort of essence into hers, and the results are almost instant the second Vrog recedes.
Leaning back, I stare down at Gwendolyn and notice that her pupils are fully dilated as the scent of her need punches into my sensitive olfactory organs.
What did you do?!
The two of you were taking too frackin long. All this talk of emotions was making me slightly ill. Less talking, more fucking.
That still does not tell me exactly what you just did!
Does it not?
NO. IT. DOES. NOT.
There is no need to yell. Yeesh. I merely injected her with our mating venom. You are going to have to fuck her all night to put out the fire burning her from the inside out.
“Murgul, honey. What just happened? My body feels like it’s on fire, and I need sex so bad it hurts.” Her voice is bordering on desperate, and I curse Vrog for his interference. My bright one was not ready for this.
“Vrog overrode my control and says that he injected you with something called ‘mating venom.’ From his tone and brief explanation, it is part of our mating process, and for you to have any relief from the symptoms, I will have to mate with you until it runs its course.”
In the time it took me to explain, Gwendolyn’s body has begun to writhe under me, her softness lifting on the sleeping platform to press against me in a frantic motion, trying to gain enough friction to grant her a release.
Growling at Vrog’s short-sightedness, I lean down and seal my lips to hers, gratified when her moan of relief fills my mouth.
Plunging my forked tongue into the heated confines between her lips, I use my tail and claws to rid her of the irksome sleeping clothes she donned after her time in the cleansing chamber.
Once she is fully nude beneath me, I rip my mouth from hers, ignoring her mewl of dismay, and lean back to look upon the loveliness of my Starshine.
Pale skin, with nary a blemish to be seen, is coated with a thin layer of sweat, making her almost glow in the low light of the room. Preparing her to take me is going to be delicious.
Kissing my way down her throat, I nip lightly, enjoying her gasp of pleasure, until I reach the bountiful breasts heaving with each breath.
Licking my lips, I pull one tender tip into my mouth, laving it with my tongue.
I feel it the tic two glands in my mouth fill, leaking a sweet-tasting fluid.
Without Vrog’s prompting, I bite down slightly and release more mating venom into Gwendolyn’s system.
I need her as aroused as possible, because I do not have just one Rukuhk-sized pivvy…
I have two, and she is going to have to take them both to fully satisfy me.
Giving the peak in my mouth one final lick, I move across her chest to the other and give it the same treatment. By the time I am done, my Starshine is beyond speech, and writhes beneath me in desperate need.
Had I not seen it, I would never have believed you capable of such deviousness.
You sound proud.
Vrog scoffs.
I am no such thing. Now hurry up, I want to experience tasting and fracking our mate.
Abandoning her perfect breast, I slither down the sleeping platform until her cunny is beneath my mouth.
Without preamble, I suck her pleasure button into my mouth, and the result is instantaneous.
My bright one comes with a shriek, and both her wee hands shoot out, grasping my horns and pulling them closer to her vulnerable flesh.
Ensuring my claws are retracted, I smoothly insert one finger, inwardly grimacing at how tight she is.
Releasing her, I remove my finger and replace it with my tongue, using the length of it to fully coat her channel with my saliva, ensuring she will stretch to accommodate me.
By the time I am satisfied, my mate is on the brink of another peak.
Leaning back, I suck on two of my fingers, covering them fully before methodically inserting them into her tight channel.
Gwendolyn goes wild beneath me—I have to use my tail to hold her down as she reaches her pleasure a second time when I spread my fingers deep within her.
I can feel my control slipping the more her scent permeates the air around us. Each time she reaches completion, something deep within me unfurls… and this time, it is not Vrog. This is all me, just Murgul.
Are you doing something to make me feel like this?
I may be helping you move things along, but I am not manipulating you in any way. No. There is nothing like a good rut to seal a mate bond, and she scents of fertility.
Rut…?
This… this is going to be luscious.
Pulling my hand away, I spit on another thick finger before slipping all three into the greedy well of her cunny.
Leaning down, I wrap my lips around her button and rhythmically suck on it in time with the motions of my fingers deep inside.
Her walls flutter around my fingers, a now tell-tale sign of her impending release, and I smirk in satisfaction.
The tic she comes, her grip on my horns becomes merciless as she grinds her flesh into my face, moaning in abandon as the sensations wash over her.
Snarling, my control snaps completely. Raising up, I roll her onto her belly, lifting her arse in the air, her body supported by the length of my tail along her hips, up her torso, with the end coiled around her neck—the deadly blade resting along the length of her spine.
I hiss when I finally allow my overly sensitive members to fully extrude from my slit.
Lining one of them up, I snap my hips forward and sink into the soft, wet heat of her body in one thrust.
Her scream of pleasure is music to my ears.