Chapter 14
Zathar
Following Corin’s directions, I led my mate through the thickly overgrown valley of Darspines in the direction of Ahoshaga.
The mountain was not the tallest spire by far in these territories, but it was one that most avoided.
Even those of my Clan, my former Clan, when it was technically in their territory.
I knew that Corin had gone there a few times, once with Artek, the Shaman, but I had never visited the caverns below it myself.
It was rumored they were riddled with sightings of ghosts.
I reflected back on the moment inside the Ancestor caves when Vera and I had experienced our own sighting.
She said it was a hologram, a picture similar to the ones Artek could display on his viewscreens.
That would make it technology, not a ghost that we’d seen, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was more than that.
If Vera was right, maybe the sightings beneath Ahoshaga weren’t ghosts either, maybe there was nothing scary about them.
But if they were real, it was a place I’d much rather avoid.
Corin was far too curious for his own good, and he loved hearing about places with sightings.
If Vera was right, was it because he thought they were a sign of functioning technology?
Whatever the case may be, I knew Corin had faced adversaries at the mouth of the cave we just left.
He’d won, and he’d left his mark for me to find, but he’d been followed; I could see the faint tracks of long tails moving along the mossy ground.
By my count, there were at least five of them, enough to outnumber my friend and the human male if they tried to fight.
Neither had a mate to protect, they wouldn’t win against such odds.
I didn’t tell my mate about my concerns, leaving her to walk at my side and stare in wonder at the forest around us.
I liked how happy she looked right now; her wonderment made me look at everything with new eyes too.
Serant was beautiful, and Thunder Rock Territory was one of the finest places as far as I was concerned.
I loved the foothills, the mountains, and the forest.
I wouldn’t want to live in the wetlands that Copper Tooth inhabited, or the warren of caves that housed Bitter Storm beneath Orshala Peak.
I suppose we technically needed to leave the territory since we were outcasts, but living beneath Ahoshaga, right on the edge would probably work.
If it weren’t haunted it wasn’t a bad location Corin had picked.
It was nearing noon when our path led us past the thundering noise of a waterfall cascading down into the foothills, pooling in a shimmering clear little lake before running off in a stream that would feed into the small tributary that bisected the Thunder Rock Village.
It was a beautiful place, so I wasn’t surprised when Vera gasped at the sight, her eyes glowing with delight.
“Oh, can we take a break here? I would love to be able to wash up… I don’t have any clean clothes but at least I can freshen up, right?
” She turned her beautiful blue eyes on me with a pleading look that made my cock twitch and my chest grow tight.
When she looked at me like that, I couldn’t possibly say no, even though I really wanted to hurry after my friend.
When I gave her a nod, she made a happy noise and started pulling her shirt over her head.
She tossed it behind her without a care, already moving on to strip the tight coverings that molded over her legs from her soft, creamy body.
I couldn’t regret the delay then, there was no way I’d miss out on a chance at seeing my mate so gloriously naked.
Dropping my backpack next to her discarded clothing, I neatly folded her things as she waded into the shallows of the lake.
Her soft skin was breaking out into tiny little bumps and her rosy nipples were growing hard.
Was that a reaction to the cold? I had never seen skin do that.
My scales were impervious to such changes, at the most I could twitch them along my back when I was angry or threatened and create a kind of susurration.
Once I stripped my weapon belts from my chest, I was as bare as she was and I followed her to the edge of the water.
I watched avidly as she splashed water over her skin, bathing herself in a rush, possibly because she was cold.
This water was fed from a spring high up in the mountains, frost melt, so it was always icy cold.
“Too bad I can’t wash my hair,” she said when I slipped closer and curled my tail around her hip.
She tilted her head up so she could look me in the eye as she spoke and I was happy to note that the cold wasn’t bothering her too much; she was still smiling.
Water was sparkling like gems off her now slightly spiky lashes, her cheeks pink, her lips darker than normal.
I couldn’t resist leaning down to press my mouth to hers, these mouth-matings were amazing, and I couldn’t get enough of tasting her this way.
She accepted me without hesitation, her spine arching a little as she raised herself on her toes for better access.
With my tail beneath her softly curved rear, I pushed her higher, wrapping my arms around her body to hold her pinned to my chest. I could feel the soft mounds of her breasts, the perked nipples, and my cock surged from my pouch, punching against her stomach.
“You are addictive, mate. You taste so good I lose all control.” The tips of my cock writhed against her silky skin, she was cool from the lake water and it provided a sharp contrast against the heat of my own body.
“Oh yeah? I’m the one with the addictive flavor?
You do remember what happened a few hours ago, don’t you?
” she responded with a laugh. My body heated as I remembered it.
She had wrapped her lips around my cock and tasted my seed.
I had never heard of a female doing such a thing and I couldn’t get it out of my mind.
The sheer pleasure of that act, the selflessness of the gesture, it was too much to contemplate. I might combust on the spot.
But she didn’t mean that, she meant her reaction to tasting my seed.
She was right, it was an unusual response that had thrown her into a kind of frenzied heat.
It had been sexy, the hottest thing I’d ever experienced, to have my mate beg for the pleasure only I could give her.
I wondered if that’s why Naga females didn’t do it because they knew they would no longer be the ones in control during the seeding.
Or was this a strictly human response, a quirk in Vera’s biology that had her respond that way?
“You like thinking about that, I can tell from the look on your face,” Vera said in my arms. She was trailing the clawless pads of her fingers along my cheekbones, “You get a darker blue here when you think naughty things.”
I grinned, “Oh yeah? What do you think I was contemplating?” She made me laugh when she answered in this saucy, cheeky tone. Not shying away from saying naughty things herself, and she wasn’t flushing along her cheeks as she did so either. My mate had a dirty mouth and she wasn’t ashamed of it.
“Your cock in my mouth, duh.” With a hand, she reached down between our bodies and gripped the base of my shamelessly extruded cock.
“I shouldn’t taste your seed again, but we can touch, can’t we?
” I hissed as she stroked along my length and then I spun around, moving to the bank of the lake to press her down in the silky sands.
“No touching,” I ordered, yanking her greedy little fingers from my cock.
“You wanted to wash, so I shall wash you.” And I was going to touch every inch of her soft skin in the process, and then I’d make her scream my name as she came on my tongue, but she couldn’t touch me, I’d lose all sense if she did and our first mating wasn’t going to be rushed.
She laughed, arching her spine and undulating in the much warmer shallows.
It displayed her breasts, big and bountiful, and made her skin glow in the soft purple glow of the sun.
Slinging my tail around without looking away from the beautiful sight, I yanked up the soaproot I’d seen growing along the bank.
Mashing a portion of it between my hands, I lathered them up until they were nice and foamy and then I went to work.
“Oh, Zathar, that feels good. Does that stuff clean hair too?” She jumped from being a sexy vixen to a more practical mode disappointingly fast. Reaching out eager hands for the soapy foam dripping from my fingers. I raised them so she couldn’t reach them, laughing when she pouted in response.
“No, that’s my job. Come here, beautiful.
” I did what she wanted, threading my claws through the pale strands of her hair.
She tilted her head back into my palms, her eyes sliding shut as I gently massaged her skull, making sure I got everything nice and clean.
Then I massaged the soap into each inch of her body, making sure I paid special attention to the soft curves of her breasts and that special place between her legs.
She moaned as I cupped my fingers over her mount, eagerly spreading her thighs.
She would consent to a full mating soon, I knew I wouldn’t have to wait long if she was this responsive to my touch. My heart soared at the realization that I had successfully wooed my mate, and our spirit connection would soon be complete.
I rinsed her with water from my cupped palms, sliding my fingers along each nook and cranny, each gentle curve until I was sure she was clean.
She protested a little at the cold water but was instantly appeased when I stroked her wet folds, making sure to apply just the right pressure to the small button at the top of her slit.
Her release was soft, like the lapping of the lake against our skin, gently washing over her and I watched it play out across her face, imprinting the image into my memory.
She was limp in my arms when I picked her up, smiling contentedly as I cradled her.
“That was nice. Amazing. Spectacular. I don’t think anyone’s ever washed me quite like that.
” She shifted to curl her arms around my neck and I dipped down for her ‘kiss,’ my cock surging again beneath her rear, it wanted to seek out the heat just out of reach above it.
As tempting as it was to urge her to spread her thighs for me so I could fill her completely, I held myself firm. Which was extremely difficult when she smiled all sultry and sexy, “Now it’s my turn to wash you.”
My mind filled with images of her small hands on my scales, soaping up my cock until I was so slippery that sliding into her passage would meet no resistance.
I groaned, my shaft aching but I firmly set her to her feet on the shore.
“No, we don’t have time. Soon my mate, I will fill you with my seed, you will be connected to me body and spirit. ”
Her eyes went round at my words and then she crossed her arms beneath her ample chest, making her bountiful breasts rise, as if she was presenting them to me. “I could still jerk you off right now. This shouldn’t all be one-sided…”
“It is not,” I shot back, flashing instantly to the memory of her mouth on my cock. Maybe it wouldn’t be possible to push my engorged shaft back into its sheath, but letting her touch me was a risk I couldn’t take right now.
Slithering out of her reach, deeper into the water where I knew she wouldn’t follow me. I wrapped my fist around my aching cock. I was no longer touching her, so I could not understand the stream of words coming from her pretty mouth. I could tell she sounded annoyed, urging me to come back to her.
She was still the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen and it took only a few strokes of my eager dick to make my seed explode from me in a powerful orgasm. Her eyes were round, her mouth dropped open at the sight and my cock kicked hard in my hand, another jet of seed exploding from the tips.
When I was done, my tail was tingling but while my cock finally subsided and returned to its pouch, I didn’t feel truly satisfied. I wouldn’t, not until I’d filled my mate. I felt a little calmer when I washed up and returned to the shore to wrap my mate up in my coils again.
“Seriously, Zathar?” she huffed. “Why didn’t you let me do that for you?
” She didn’t sound angry any longer, and just a flick of my tongue told me new arousal coated the insides of her thighs.
She hadn’t dressed, despite being cold, just watched me touch myself while trying to urge me to return to her side.
My mate was as addicted to my body as I was to hers, I wanted to preen but I wanted to mate her mouth even more.
I bent my head down to do just that and she tipped her chin up to meet me halfway.
A sound reached me that made all thoughts of the pleasure with my mate fade into the background.
Adrenaline surged through my body in a rush.
“Go, get dressed now,” I said and put her down on her feet next to her things.
I spun away to strap my weapons to my back while she asked me what was going on.
“A shout, Naga. And it was followed by a female scream. Cosima’s voice.
” The humans all sounded distinctly different from anything on Serant, and I’d learned to recognize the weepy female’s fear responses the most, she made them all the time.
That she screamed wouldn’t necessarily mean danger, but that Naga grunt… Those two combined were bad news.
At least Vera made the switch from this sexy moment to action without complaint. She was stamping her small feet into her foot coverings when I finished the final buckle. She hadn’t put her shirt back on yet, prioritizing what was needed to quickly move. Smart mate.
Shrugging the backpack onto my back, I waited only until she had her head through the head-hole of her shirt before I had her up in my arms. Speeding away from the idyllic clearing without a backward glance.