Chapter 13 When I said I wanted to feed you, it was not what I had in my mind…
When I said I wanted to feed you, it was not what I had in my mind…
Ghauro
Her insides squeezed my fingers relentlessly as I kept circling her clitoris with my thumb.
The tight hold of her hand around my horn made me want to push my cock into her and have her hold on to me this way with both hands.
Why the thought of my tiny human bride, squeezing my cock like she was doing my finger while holding me by the horns was so arousing, I had no clue.
But damn, I was not sure how long I could hold back. How long I could refrain from actually fucking her until she would beg me to stop. To hear her scream and cry my name while I would pleasure her—us.
I needed to bring her back to the shore and take care of myself.
My own arousal drove me mad with need, and I could not cum inside of her.
Not now. No matter how much I craved to spill my seed in her womb until it was so full it would drip.
How much I wanted my knots to swell and lock me inside her tight heat.
I slowly pulled my fingers out with a growl and let go of her breast, sliding a hand behind her head and crashing her face to mine.
Her lips tasted just as sweet as they did during the mating ceremony. Her tongue, soft and warm, brushed against mine like a caress, sending more blood to my straining length.
“Let’s fill your belly with some food,” I said, carrying her back to the shore, where I had laid out some of the fruits, dried meat and cheese she had enjoyed the night before.
“I’d rather you fill it with something else,” she muttered, bringing her hand back to my shoulder to hold me tighter.
Her adorable frown brought a smile to my face. I nudged her forehead with mine and she let out a grumpy grunt. Fussy.
Now out of the water, she unhooked her legs from my waist and set her feet to the ground. I muffled the sound that tried to come out of my throat when her stomach pressed against my cock and took a careful step back.
“Eat.”
She tilted her head to the side. “Where are you going?”
I looked down at myself before looking away. “I—have not washed yet.”
She must have seen the partial lie in my eyes as she took a step closer. “I can do it,” she said, placing her delicate hands on my chest. “Let me do it.”
“You are afraid of the water,” I tried, knowing full well I was not going to be able to refuse her anything. Except the breeding part. No breeding until I am sure she will stay.
She looked at the shore. At the water nearly reaching our feet where we stood.
“You can sit here.” She pointed behind me. “Enough in the water for me to wash you but not freak out…”
I still needed to go farther and deep enough to take care of my other issue before she made me lose my damn mind and my resolve crumbled.
She took another step, and the feeling of her naked breasts against my chest almost made me lose it. “Please? I want to take care of you, too.”
My throat felt too dry. I gave her a ‘yes’ head motion and turned around, ignoring how tense my shoulder had become. Once the water reached my calves, I sat down, looking at her walking to the sides where some water flowers grew.
She stilled, contemplating the options in front of her. Before she could grab the yellow one her eyes had landed on, I mumbled, “Bakarut.”
She stared at me with a raised eyebrow. “Really? Isn’t it more of a…feminine scent?”
“There are no such things as feminine or masculine scents,” I told her. “As your mate, I will wear your scent.”
It seemed to surprise her. “What if one morning I decide to use…I don’t know, that one,” she said pointing at the yellow epismea.
“Then I will use it too.”
She recognized the pink flower and picked it before striding back toward me and…straddled my thighs.
What a torturous little creature.
“Don’t you get to pick what you want to smell like?” she asked, plunging the petals in the water before pressing them to my chest.
“I am.”
The flower turned slimy and slid across my skin, leaving thin white foam behind. “Then what do you want to smell like?”
My breath hitched as she lathered the cleansing essence on my neck then down my arms, her eyes sometimes falling on my cock, jerking between us.
“You.”
She froze, her hand now on my hips. Her half wet hair stuck to her shoulders and breasts, and a deeper pink now colored her cheeks.
“Me.”
“You are my mate,” I said, then explained when she still looked at me funny, “Females do not release…claiming pheromones. While other males will scent me if they come too close to you, females will not scent you if they approach me.”
“You mean—”
“I want them to know that I am…spoken for. That I am yours and that I am not open to mate with any of them.” Her face softened and she dropped the flower to the ground next to us. A strange emotion flickered in her eyes before she shook her head to chase it away. “Have I said something wrong?”
Melanie’s hand cupped my face as she placed her forehead on mine, a soft smile stretching her lips. “You haven’t. You’re kinda too perfect and I feel bad that you ended up with me, of all the girls that could have been chosen instead.”
I grasped her hips, pulling her closer. “I do not. I am happy that you are here. That you are mine. That I am the one who gets to take care of you now that you are away from your dreadful planet.”
Her gaze escaped mine and fell on my length, still begging for a release before she inched closer, rubbing her wet and warm center along my shaft. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take care of it?”
It took all the strength that I had to answer. “I am sure. I—I will deal with this myself. No breeding. Not yet.”
The pout was back on her face and she let out a frustrated sigh, her eyes drifting to it and away repeatedly, like she could not help herself from looking. “I could…There are other ways.”
I stared at her, confused. “What—” She ripped the words right out of my throat as her small hand closed around the base of my cock and slowly tugged up and down a couple of times. “Melanie…”
“Let me…please.”
There were no arguments coming to my mind. Her hand felt so good and soft, way better than my own. And when she scooted back and leaned to close her lips around my tip, I knew I could never find release at my own hand ever again.
“Mel…oh fuck—”
The feeling of her tongue swirling as she pushed me deeper made the knot at the base of my cock swell.
The three rings did not, which meant my body could feel she was not in heat—ovulating yet.
She moaned, sending vibration as I hit the back of her throat and I nearly spilled my cum right here and then.
And then she started to…suck. Up and down, her pace increasing. All of my muscles tensed at once in a desperate attempt to hold back. To not coat her tongue, mouth, throat with my release.
“Melanie,” I groaned, breathless after a while, my hand finding the back of her head. “Let go, I am going to—”
She did not. She pushed my cock as far as it possibly could and held, holding on to my thighs as leverage.
I fell on my back with a loud moan, my sac tightening and a bolt of pleasure spearing along my spine as my cock throbbed in her warm mouth, emptying itself for the second time of the day.
She stayed there for a moment before she released me, sucking on my tip a few times while she cupped my still pulsing balls.
And I might have been dead. Because when she climbed on top of me and stared into my eyes with a big, proud smile, I could have swore I saw some sort of goddess.
“When I said I wanted to feed you, it was not what I had in my mind…” And yet, I wish she would do that to me again. And again. Until I was sure she would stay and I could spill my cum inside of her womb instead.