Chapter 20
Mine to pleasure, mine to love, and mine to breed
Ghauro
There was nothing I could do to refrain my lips from crashing against hers. To hold her tighter as she blindly and frantically placed more baraghu flowers in my hair.
“Tell me you will stay,” I begged against her mouth as her tongue tried to reach for mine.
Melanie gasped when I bit down on her bottom lip, pulling softly, sucking at the soft flesh like I desperately wanted to do on the one between her legs. “I’ll stay. I promise.”
She would stay, and she loved me.
My cock twitched in my pants and my little mate noticed. She leaned back, her gaze glassy as she held mine and rocked her hips. I wanted to pull her outside and claim her under the stars. Under the eyes of the gods, the ears of my clan—not to give anyone any doubts about Melanie being mine.
The moan that broke free from her throat when I tilted my hips and my length pressed against her center was my undoing.
In a heartbeat, I flipped her on her back and pushed the fabric of her dress to the sides, revealing her glistening center.
“Are you mine, assa perti?” I asked, as I settled between her thighs.
The shuddering breath escaping my lips fanned over the wet, sensitive spot that demanded my full attention and prickles erupted on the skin of her legs.
“I’m yours, Ghauro,” she breathed out. “Your mate. I’m not going anywhere.”
The sounds she made as I feasted on her arousal only spurred me on.
I swirled my tongue around her clit only to push it inside her tight channel, revelling in her now familiar taste.
When she grabbed my horns and rubbed herself on my face, her back arching off the floor and voice broken in a cry, my cock throbbed, cum leaking out and soiling my pants.
“Fuck me, Ghauro,” she whispered after pulling me back to her face, kissing me softly, hooking her legs behind my back. “Please, fuck me…”
She slid her hand from my horns to my chest and I growled as she reached for the waistband of my pants. “You are not in heat. I do not want to—”
“You won’t hurt me,” she pleaded, her breath short. “Humans can have sex at any time, remember?”
She fumbled to free my length and I let her, watching her face as her eyes fell on my cock, hard and glistening from the effect her pleasure had on me. Her throat bobbed, cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink while her hand wrapped around it and gave a few slow strokes.
“I do not think that I can be…gentle.”
In fact, I was sure I could not. I have been craving to bury myself in her tight heat since I saw her for the first time in that room full of people.
And, since the first time she came at my hand, I have been desperate.
Desperate to pound into her and watch the tears of pleasure streak down her face again, while she screamed my name until her voice was raw.
This female had no idea of the depraved thoughts running rampant in my mind. No idea of the power she had over me.
Her face and chest flushed. “I don’t want you to be gentle. Not now.”
My breath stuttered. Melanie was as desperate for me as I was for her.
Fueled by the primitive need to own and claim her body for myself, I flipped her on her hands and knees and straightened up at her rear, parting the fabric once more to let it fall on each side of her body.
Tauri females did not have the same shape and the sight of her narrow waist, wide hips and perfect round ass was enough to chase the last of my resolve out of my mind.
She whimpered and arched her back in invitation when my tip pressed against her entrance. Stars dotted my vision as I pushed myself inside, my hands gripping at the perfect shape of her wide hips for leverage.
“Oh fuck—” she moaned, nails scratching against the wooden floor, the side of her face pressed on the ground between her hands. “Yes…God, please, yes—”
“The gods are not the ones claiming you right now, assa perti.” I pushed deeper, fighting my way through the tight fit. Her core clenched at the sound of my voice, and another high-pitched whimper escaped her. “If you are to beg someone for pleasure, it shall be me.”
I stilled and pulled back, overcome by the need to start thrusting even though I was not entirely filling her yet. “Deeper,” she breathed out. “Please, give me more.”
A grin stretched my lips as I stopped and pulled back again. “Who are you asking, Melanie? The gods, or your mate?”
“You,” she croaked. “Please, Ghauro—”
I roughly pushed through the last inches and stilled as she cried out, her whole body trembling under my touch.
“Fuck, you feel so good assa perti.” One of my hands tightened on her ass-cheek before I gave it a soft but tight slap.
Her whole body clenched and she moaned. Was she really able to take in my rougher side?
“Are you ready for me to fuck you now, little mate?” I asked, pulling back slowly until only the tip remained inside.
“Please—”
I bottomed out, groaning at the feel of her fluttering around my cock, and started thrusting.
First, slowly; not for her, but so I could get used to the way she felt and not come inside her straight away.
When her voice rose, breaking with each moan, begging me for more, begging me to go faster, to pound into her harder, I did so.
Losing myself in our mutual pleasure. Holding her by her hips or the back of her hair, my tail wrapping instinctively around her thigh.
With each thrust, I could feel my sac tightening, my knot swelling in anticipation of my rapidly building orgasm.
I could not care less about my pants, still covering my legs or her garment still hugging her curves. We would have the time to take everything off and do it again later.
“Touch yourself, Melanie,” I whispered in her ear as I bent down, hugging her back with my chest. She let out a broken cry as I slid both my hands to her front, one finding her breast under her garment to play with her sensitive nipple while the other circled her throat to plaster the back of her head against me.
She obeyed, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight, precise circles. My balls hit against her hand with each deep thrusts and her legs started shaking with a broken moan, her channel clenching down so hard that it felt like she sucked me in.
I cursed when my cock throbbed, sending spurts of cum as I pushed myself as deep as I could, ensuring my knot was tightly hugged by her contracted muscles.
“Oh fuck, Melanie—” She gasped another whimper as my knot locked me in, my hips pushing forward of their own accord, trying to send as much of my seed into her womb as possible.
My trembling mate was plastered against my chest, her breast filling my palm perfectly as I let go of her throat to place her cheek back on the ground and circled her middle with my arm.
She gave me a wide-eyed side glance before they rolled back in her head. “Oh fuck—what’s going on?” she cried out.
“Keep rubbing that clit, assa perti,” I breathed in her ear. “Keep coming for me. Suck me dry of my seed.”
She moaned again and more cum came out, filling her so much that it started to pour out, breaching the barrier of my knot and dripping down her thigh.
“You are mine,” I growled as I thrust deeper, pushing my leaking tip against the entrance of her womb. “Mine to pleasure. Mine to love, and mine to breed. Any Tauri who will come close will know it. Every male will smell that it is my seed coating your insides.”
“Fuck, Ghauro, I—”
“Say it.”
“I’m yours, Ghauro. Yours—”
She climaxed again, her voice dying in her throat and only a few drops of cum came out. I pressed my forehead to her shoulder with a satisfied sigh and grabbed the wrist of her hand still pleasuring her clit to bring it back next to her head.
“You did so good, assa perti. Took me so well…”
“What—why are you still locked inside of me?” she asked.
I dropped a line of kisses along her shoulder, circling both my arms around her waist to keep her as close as I could. “Give it a few minutes…the swelling will go away when you stop clenching around it.”
“How can I stop clenching around it when—ah fuck…” She came again, but my sack was empty.
It would have been much different if she was in heat, as the three smaller knots on my lengths would have been filled with cum too, waiting for her to suck it out with her orgasms. “I feel so full…how are you still hard?”
“Once my knot’s swelling subsides, it will go down,” I explained softly, rubbing the exposed skin at her side with my thumb. “It is our first time, give it a little more time.”
“Your…knot? Is it the thing I saw growing at the base of your cock every time you came?” she asked, breathless.
“Yes. But now it is bigger, because it is inside of you, trying to serve its purpose.”
“Which is?”
I kept kissing every inch of skin in my sight, coaxing her to relax. “Breeding. It swells when the seed comes out to trap as much of it inside as it can.”
“But…” She hesitated. “I’m not ovulating, it’s not—”
“Tauri males have four knots,” I said. “One at the base that swells every time and serves as a plug, and three smaller on the length that fill with cum, only when our females are in heat.”
Melanie paused for a moment, and I kept caressing and kissing her, my knot slowly loosening. “But, if Tauri females only fuck during their heat, why is the bigger knot still swelling outside of it?”
I groaned, embarrassed. “It feels…good when we hold it tight. Unlike females, male Tauris can have…urges.”
It was almost down enough for me to pull out and my seed started to heavily pour down her thighs and onto the floor.
“Oh…so you like to hold your knot when you jerk off?” She chuckled, and it somehow pushed me out completely.
Her amusement was quickly replaced by a surprised moan as my cum poured out of her.
“Oh fuck—how much cum did you pump inside of me?”
I grunted, placing both hands on her waist to help her straighten up before laying her flat on her back on the thin mattress. What a savage…I took her on the damn wooden floor while our bed was right next to us.
“All of it,” I said, grabbing a cloth to wipe her up. “It will be different when you will be…ovulating,” I said, proud to use the term she was more familiar with. “My body will feel it and produce more.”
She closed her eyes and nodded. My mate is exhausted. Looking outside over my shoulder, the sun was way higher in the sky, and the clan was slowly waking up. Most of the Tauri living close by must have heard us. That included my family staying here for the first night of Malakith.
Good. If it was not clear before, it was now. Melanie was mine. My mate. And I would not let her go, or anyone claim her for themselves.