Chapter 14
YIRI
Cora’s face flushed a delicate pink, and her eyes were twin pools of flame.
I couldn’t wait to have her here. Now that she’d accepted me, I was finally letting myself feel how much I wanted her.
It was always there, but until she said yes, I kept it locked down tight.
It felt like a curse that I’d found my Aneah so far away from me.
There was so much between us. Distance, obligations, family.
Any number of things could change her mind, and yet her chest rose and fell with quickened breath as her attention shifted where I guided it.
My sweet little mate was not immune to the attraction between us. Thank Ibar.
And thank Ibar that she wasn’t offended by my dominance the way a daernir female would have been.
Every time I pressed my luck with her, a part of me was holding my breath for her rejection.
But every time she stepped up to the line and gave me what I asked for, not with resignation, but with willing and enthusiastic submission.
All the more reason that I had to prepare myself to wait for her to invite me to be with her.
I’d show her that I could, even if we both enjoyed it when I took charge.
“Please, will you show me how you pleasure yourself?” she asked sweetly.
See? She’ll ask for me as soon as I meet her in Muria.
But, like the bad, greedy male I was, I wanted more, so I waited, only flexing my fist slowly around my rigid shaft.
Cora wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, not looking away from the object of her desire. “Please, Yiri. I watch that video of your hand flexing every night and think about you doing this, or touching me, or…. “
“Or what, Aneah?”
Her color deepened, and her eyes flitted away shyly. “Um. Maybe… wrapping your hand around my throat while… while you fuck me.”
I bit back a groan and pumped my fist over my cock as it twitched against my palm. “That’s something you like?”
“I think so,” she said.
“You don’t know?”
She pressed her lips together. “I’ve never let anyone do that. But I’ve thought about it.”
“You’re such a good little wife,” I praised her. “Saving your submission for me.”
She nodded, so alluringly bashful as she said, “I like being good for you.”
“I know you do,” I said, my voice a low rumble. “So eager to please me. Ask me one more time.”
She huffed a breath, impatience and obedience blending her expression. “Please fuck your hand for me. Please, Yiri.”
I raised my hand and spit on my palm before taking hold of myself again and giving a long, slow tug.
“Like this?” I squeezed as I reached the head and then shuttled my hand down and up the way I’d been aching to the whole time.
I pulled my cock close to my abdomen so the knuckle of my thumb bumped over the piercings in my ridge, stimulating the pleasure spot to swell too.
I knew from the recs I’d seen that human women had anatomy similar to daernir females that would match up to mine perfectly.
Her pleasure spot, which humans called a clit, would stimulate and be stimulated by my ridge every time we moved together, and my piercings would heighten her pleasure even more.
Just thinking about it made the tension at the base of my spine coil tight.
“You’re going to be so perfect bouncing on this cock, Aneah,” I growled as I brought my free hand in to rub my ridge with a finger.
She watched with a glazed expression and leaned closer to her phone. “You have piercings?”
I stroked myself at an angle to give her a better view, and flicked the tip of my finger over the metal barbels. “For you,” I said. “My ridge gets hard like my cock. It’s very sensitive, so when you grind your clit on it, it will feel good for both of us. The piercings add extra stimulation.”
“You’re full of surprises,” she said, still blushing and dazed as she watched me pleasure myself. It was a rush better than sellah to have her eyes on me with so much intensity and desire.
“You look hungry, little wife,” I said. “Did you have enough to eat today?”
Her eyes shifted briefly to my face as she answered. “Yes, but I could still go for a snack.”
I laughed. “The mouth on you.”
Her expression turned wicked. “Bet you’d like to see what it can do.”
I grunted at the thoughts that inspired.
I knew what she meant. Again, I’d seen enough recs of human women on their knees for their men, taking their cocks in their mouths.
Daernir women were not expected to be such giving lovers, but once with a Teuri female I’d eaten her cunt while she returned the favor.
It wasn’t the worst experience of my life, but Teuri have very small mouths, very dry, scaly skin, and sharply clawed fingers.
But Cora’s plump lips and pink tongue looked big enough to handle me. I’d never touched a human, but her skin looked soft and delicate. Her long, dark hair looked soft, too. Would she let me wrap it around my fist and pull?
“What do you think about?” she asked. “When you… um… do this?”
“You,” I said, my voice rough and my breathing uneven.
She paused, seeming to gather her courage. “What about me?”
“Bad things, Aneah,” I panted. “Sweet thing like you? You don’t want to know.”
She was breathing almost as hard as I was. “Try me,” she encouraged.
With another grunt, I lengthened my strokes, squeezing the head with each pass. “Right now I’m thinking about pulling your hair while you suck my cock.”
She made a quiet sound and shifted, sandwiching her hands between her clenched thighs. “What else?”
“I’ve wondered if you’ll let me restrain you and fasten you to my bed.”
She nodded. “I think so,” she said. “With…you know, safe words and everything. That sounds… good.”
“Yeah? You’ll let me do that, wife?”
“Yes.” She swallowed. “Yes, sir.”
Fuck I was close. “Will you open your mouth for me when I come?”
She nodded, but maybe she thought I meant in the future when she came here, because she didn’t do it.
“I meant now. I’m close, and I want to see your tongue.”
Quickly, eagerly, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue for me, and I could almost see splatters of my cum landing on the wet, pink surface.
“Fuck.” My hips jolted up, meeting my fist as I beat my cock through my climax, most of the mess landing on my chest and belly instead of inside my mate’s waiting mouth where it belonged.
Cora whimpered, still holding her tongue out for me as she watched me with wide eyes.
“That’s my good little wife,” I said, wishing I could pull her close and give her back all the pleasure she’d just given me. “Just what I needed.”
I didn’t keep her much longer. I could tell she was tired. But an hour after we ended the call, she sent me a rec that made me hard all over again.
Cora: Do you think your hands can do this, too?
It was demure, focused on her face, not her body or intimate places.
But it was to the letter what I’d told her to do weeks before.
The hum of a vibrating toy wasn’t loud enough to cover her sweet gasps and breathy moans.
Her face softened as she neared her climax, her lips parting as she panted, and then she cried out, her body jerking.
And then she turned the power on the toy up, and did it again.
Fuck. That was my mate. My wife. My Aneah. How was I supposed to get any work done ever again?