Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
ROWAN
Ifisted the covers in both hands as Zikkar licked and nibbled at my sensitive folds.
His warm breath sent shivers down my spine while he teased me with his tongue, circling and flicking over my clit before delving inside me with expertise.
The intense pleasure radiated out from my core and spread to every inch of my body.
Zikkar's hands held me close as he worshipped me, one on my waist and the other caressing the inside of my thigh. I arched upward, my hips bucking against him as he devoured me.
The pleasure swirled and coalesced into something I could no longer contain.
My body tensed, muscles contracting as my entire being exploded in a wave of white-hot bliss.
A tidal wave of electric shocks raced through me, the heavy purring pumping from his chest vibrated against my clit like an expensive toy.
Every nerve ending ablaze as I unraveled under his expert machinations.
Zikkar was far from finished with me, drawing out my orgasm until I gasped for air and begged for mercy.
Spent and sated, I collapsed onto the bed, my body buzzing with satisfaction.
Zikkar looked up my body from where he lingered between my thighs, a mischievous grin wet with my juices lent to a knowing look that he had brought me to new heights of pleasure.
Well, two could play at this game.
“Your turn,” I purred and eased off the cot, patting the spot where I just laid.
He sat on the edge of the cot with a perplexed wrinkle of his brow. I planted a hand on his chest and urged him backward.
“What do you mean to do, female?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows.
I knelt between his spread knees, the soft texture of the fur rug tickling my skin. I reached for the hem of Zikkar's kilt with trembling fingers. “Returning the favor,” I murmured, my voice a mix of wonderment and intimidation.
What would he look like under his kilt?
“Rowan...” Zikkar's curse was a low growl, his silver eyes flashing with a feral light.
The normally reserved tech had crumbled under the weight of raw desire.
Wild eyes accompanied an untamed growl that rumbled deep within his chest. The facade of civility and control shattered as he became a feral creature, driven purely by carnal urges.
His words were cut off as I tugged his kilt up and over lean hips, revealing a sight that took my breath away. He wore no undergarments. Thick and pulsing with need, his cock stood proudly from his body, thick and veined. It was a marvel of creation, large and imposing.
A jagged ridge ran down its length, resembling a spine, giving all new meaning to ribbed for her pleasure.
The head flared slightly larger than a human's, crowned with a delicate ridge that promised new sensations.
Silky pearls of pre-cum leaked from the slit in the top, trailing down the thick shaft to puddle at an impossibly wide base.
Adorned with triangularly shaped ribs, my sex clenched imagining what those would feel like raking across my swollen clit.
“Rowan, what…” Zikkar sucked in a harsh breath when I wrapped my fingers around his engorged flesh.
“Just lay back and enjoy.” I flicked my tongue under the ridge of his bulbous tip.
“Fucking Helios.” Zikkar barked out a curse and nearly flew off the cot. “What are you doing to me?”
It was so out of character for him to use foul language, and I would have chuckled if it wasn't for the blend of ecstasy and bewilderment making his eyes sparkle like diamonds.
“You’ve never been treated to a blow job?”
“No,” he barely managed though ragged breaths. His scales went wild with a myriad of flashing blues, whites, and silvers.
I may not be his first, but I would be his first in this. It thrilled me to know Rose had never indulged him in this pleasure. I would be the first to give him oral, so it was crucial I blew his mind.
He strained into my touch as I traced my fingers down the length of the spine to brush across the triangular ribs at his base. Then it was my turn to gasp. The ribs I thought were speed bumps for my aching clit, erected into arrow-like projections.
My hand encircled as much of him as I could, my touch eliciting a sharp intake of breath as I gently cupped his heavy sack.
I leaned in, inhaling the musky scent of him, and flicked my tongue out to taste the bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
His flavor was intoxicating, a blend of spice and salt unique to his otherworldly body.
He hissed as my mouth enveloped the head of his cock, my tongue swirling around the crest before sinking down farther, taking him in.
His hands found purchase in my hair, not to control but to connect, to feel.
I set a slow rhythm, savoring the sensation of him sliding across my tongue, the soft sounds he made adding fuel to the fire burning within me.
As I worked him with my mouth and caressed him with my hand, my own body responded in kind, desire coiling tightly within my aching core.
I rocked my hips in time with my strokes, imagining his magnificent cock filling me up, stretching my sex to take his girth as the triangular ribs rubbed me in all the right places.
Empty and eager for something to fill my channel, I didn’t dare take my hand away from his tightening sack, so I spread my knees and humped the air.
The fabric of my dress tapping against my greedy flesh with every shameless curl of my hips.
Time stretched and contorted, the world reduced to the space we occupied, to our shared heat and hunger.
When Zikkar finally tensed, his release imminent, it was with reverence that I welcomed him, the intimate act binding us in ways words had yet to define.
I peered up at him where he rested on his elbows, his expression far removed from his usual calm demeanor.
He was a snarling beast, fangs out on full display as he released into my mouth.
The ferocity he presented was the little extra nudge I needed to follow him over the edge. I moaned my orgasm around his cock, my body tensing as I experienced a powerful climax without any physical touch.
Zikkar collapsed back on the cot, spent. His chest heaved as he regained his breath. I covered him with his kilt and crawled up his body.
“I never knew that was possible,” he uttered and tucked me into his side.
I giggled, loving the awe in his voice. “Well, I’m glad it was me that introduced you to it.” My fingertips danced lightly over the defined ridges of his abs. “Sorry I wasn’t ready for more.”
“Don’t apologize. I will wait for you as long as it takes.” He turned and brushed his lips across mine in a teasing kiss. “Until then, perhaps we can do more of these explosive exchanges.”
“Absolutely.”
I cupped the back of his head, tangling my fingers in the silky length of his silvery tresses, our lips moving in perfect synchronicity. Our tongues dueled, exploring and learning each other in a passionate tango. Lost in the intoxicating mix of desire and emotion, time seemed to stand still.
With his mouth pressed against mine and his arms warm around me, I surrendered to the moment, allowing myself the luxury to indulge in the unadulterated joy filling my heart.