Chapter 20 #2
Ignoring the eyes of Altare, still hovering next to us, he bent closer and gently nuzzled the side of my face.
His cock was still pressing fiercely against me, and it didn’t feel like that erection was going to abate anytime soon.
If I wasn’t so elated right now, I might have started feeling embarrassed, but I just didn’t have that in me.
I wanted him in me—that’s what I wanted.
“It’s all right, Corin. That was tough, and I’m proud of you.
I love you,” I said. I’d given up on trying to pull him closer and slid my fingers into his pretty, dark blue hair.
If not for our audience that still peered at us from nearby shuttles and Altare hovering close by, this moment would have been perfect.
“Yes, well,” Altare huffed. “Be that as it may, if that Queen challenges your mate in a formal fight, you know the rules. You can’t protect her.
” That felt like a cold splash of water down my back.
A formal challenge? That sounded bad. There was no way I could defeat a Naga female in a fight, not a chance in hell. No wonder Corin had been so worried.
Corin turned us, keeping my body still pressed against his rampant cock, and shot his mentor a devastating smirk. It made my insides go all twisty and gooey. That smirk. So confident, so happy. What did he know that I didn’t? “I’m not worried. Now, where can my mate and I nest for the night?”
The words made the red-scaled Shaman bark a surprised laugh, and then he pointed over his shoulder.
“Chen and Erish have arranged a tent for you over there, with the triangles. Keep it down, please. It’s near my shuttle, and Avrish and I would like to be able to sleep at night.
” With a loud guffaw, the male turned away and slithered off.
I could just barely catch him muttering under his breath about the bizarreness of mouth-matings.
“Come,” Corin said as if I had a choice about where we were headed.
My feet were dangling in the air, and his arms were clutching me tightly to him, as were at least three loops of his tail.
“I think we need to celebrate our mating again, and again.” He winked at me with his nictitating membranes as he started to move in the direction Altare had pointed.
More people were still staring at us as we passed them, but nobody tried to stop us or looked outright disapproving.
The nasty Queen had vanished without a trace, but I saw Sazzie peering at us from the shade of the medical ship, a thoughtful expression on her face.
This felt like a monumental shift, like danger was still looming around the corner, and yet…
it felt like I’d just been handed the world on a platter.
“Hey, Triff. Go entertain the younglings. I think they’ll enjoy a sleepover,” Corin suddenly said to our little shadow.
I hadn’t even realized that Triff was still following his favorite Naga.
I’d been too caught up in my mate. The cleaning bot didn’t have as much trouble on the moss here as he had in the forest, and he beeped with a high, indignant note, followed by a more excited squeal.
Then he careened away, his path haphazard until he suddenly honed in on the shuttle the younglings had disappeared into.
Then we found our tent, and my world narrowed to a single point of focus: Corin, and the lush furs waiting for us.
***
Corin
I felt like a weight had lifted from my shoulders the moment I declared Min-Ji mine in front of everyone.
It was the peace and happiness I felt at being back here and talking to my mentors.
There was only one right way to treat my mate, and only one way to keep her.
Seeing the Queen ill and so much smaller than I remembered her also helped.
She had been a giant monster in my memory, but I was no longer a small boy, and I wasn’t helpless about the course of my fate.
I made my own choices now, and I would choose Min-Ji every time.
Spreading her on the furs inside our little sanctuary, I took my time to take her in, to admire every silky bit of skin I exposed to my greedy eyes.
She was smiling, and it was a genuine smile, one that reached every part of her.
I felt honored to be gifted such a pure sign of happiness and to know that it was my declaration that had caused her to feel that way.
“I am going to taste every part of you,” I warned her as I freed her small foot from its covering.
It thudded to the ground, oddly heavy for such a small object.
She was already shimmying out of her pants, her fingers hooked beneath the waistband of both the outer and inner garments.
She was as eager for this as I was, and that made me hiss in satisfaction.
“Yesss, undress for me, my pretty little mate.”
Once I had her naked, I curled her in my tail, pinning her in place just the way I wanted her.
Then I bent my head to her flesh and started licking and nibbling, as promised.
She moaned and writhed beneath me, wetness soon coating her thighs, her scent tantalizing and sweet.
My scales lifted along my spine to help me cool, while I ground my aching cock against the furs to stave off my mounting desire for her.
First, I needed to taste her at her core, and then I was going to fill her with my seed over and over again.
She wasn’t going to forget that she was all mine now, and I wanted our scents to combine so that everyone else would know it too.
When I dipped my head between her legs and drew my tongue through her folds, she bucked in my grip, moaning and thrashing her head.
“Corin, please. I need you.” Her words were music to my ears.
Curling the tip of my tail around her hip, I pierced her core with the appendage and felt her inner muscles flutter and spasm as they clutched at my invasion.
A few more licks and a firm tug of my tongue around that little pleasure bud, and she shattered, moaning my name and pulling on my hair with abandon.
I kept licking, drinking her in as I guided her back down from that first peak.
It wasn’t enough. I wanted more of that—much more.
When I raised myself on my arms above her, she flung her legs eagerly around my hips, meeting my searching cock so eagerly, so sweetly, that I nearly lost all control.
When I sank into her tight clutch, it was like fire bursting through my veins.
It was like coming home. I was, without a doubt, an idiot for thinking I could ever stay away and that staying away was the right thing to do.
I vowed I’d make up for it, make sure she still received every missed drop of pleasure.
“You are mine now, Min-Ji. Forever. I love you,” I groaned when she squeezed me tighter and tighter.
She shattered first, her pleasure cresting when I pressed deep and rubbed her just right with the agile tips of my cock.
Her grip was snug like a vise, and I couldn’t hold back, couldn’t stop the seed that erupted from me in hard bursts.
It filled her, filled my tiny mate to overflowing, and gushed out around my cock.
It coated my scales and her skin, and I was tempted to rub it in, mark her even deeper with my scent.
Then she gave me a challenging stare, slid her fingers down between our bodies, and brought some of the glistening white seed back up.
My chest grew tight, my cock kicked hard inside her snug grasp, threatening to burst again.
She brought that tiny taste of me to her mouth, her pink tongue darting out as she tasted it.
It was my undoing. She knew what that would cause—the heat, the mating fever it aroused in humans—and she did it anyway.
***
Min-Ji
My body was already on fire for him, nowhere near satisfied after two orgasms. It was a gamble, but I’d heard too many whispers from the mated girls at Haven not to want to try this.
Just a single drop, licked from my finger after that heated clash, and it was more than enough to turn that heat into a conflagration.
Corin’s eyes flared with light, silver fire glowing at me in the cozy twilight inside our tent. His cock grew even harder inside of me, the split end twisting and curling against my walls. He loved this, and as the heat grew hotter and my body grew slicker, I knew I’d love every minute too.
First, he fucked me again, just as we were.
And when we came together, it wasn’t enough.
He rolled us, pulling me on top of him, and this time I rode him.
Watching avidly as his eyes locked onto the bounce of my breasts with each collision of our hips.
This differed from before, hotter, harder.
Much more compelling. I was ruled by the desire to have him, to take his seed as many times as he could give it to me.
They were right; this was mating heat, all because I’d tasted him.
Delirious with desire, with the happiness that preceded this moment, with being his, I felt no inhibitions—nothing held me back.
I shouldn’t have risked more, but when Corin pulled out, seed gushing onto the furs and my legs, I turned and licked his intriguing cockhead, tasting him at the source.
He smelled so good, like caramelized popcorn—like salt and sweetness combined.
We weren’t going to come out of this tent for a long, long while.