Chapter 17
T he rivals were already hitting the surf behind them—two violent splashes followed by guttural roars that split the night.
No time to breathe. No time to think.
Klari yanked her forward into a dead sprint up the beach and straight into the rocky interior. This island was meaner than the first: sharper coral ridges, black rock faces riddled with caves and crevices, fewer glowing plants to light the way.
He moved like he’d run this gauntlet before, shoulders cutting through the scrub, tail lashing for balance.
Greta’s bare feet tore across sand and then jagged coral, but pain was distant noise. All she felt was him. His powerful arm banded around her waist, fingers splayed possessively over her bare hip.
Every stride slammed her naked body against his scaled torso—wet skin sliding over cool, hard armor, her breasts dragging across his chest, her thigh brushing the thick line of his cock.
They crashed through the first wall of scrub. Klari suddenly spun her, slamming her back against a smooth rock face.
“Kiss me,” he growled, voice raw.
She did—hard, open-mouthed, desperate. Their tongues met instantly, sliding deep and filthy. He tasted like salt, blood, and pure hunger. One of his hands cupped her ass, squeezing hard enough to lift her onto her toes.
The other slid up to palm her breast, thumb dragging roughly over her nipple until it tightened into a sharp peak. Greta moaned into his mouth, the sound swallowed by another wet thrust of his tongue.
They kept moving even while they devoured each other.
Klari half-carried her deeper into the rocky maze, never breaking contact. His tail curled around her thigh, thick muscle flexing as he hiked her leg higher around his hip so he could grind against her.
The heavy, ridged length of his cock slid hot and slick along her folds—teasing, pressing, never entering. She rocked down against him shamelessly, chasing friction, her clit dragging along the thick underside with every step.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he rasped against her lips between kisses. “So wet already. So ready for me.”
His hand slipped between their bodies. Two thick fingers glided through her slick heat, circling her clit in tight, perfect strokes before dipping just inside her entrance—shallow, teasing, promising.
Greta whimpered, nails digging into the scales of his shoulders as she kissed him harder, tongues fucking each other’s mouths while his fingers worked her.
The rivals hit the beach. Heavy footfalls pounded across sand, sharp calls slicing through the scrub. They were close—too close.
Klari snarled but didn’t stop touching her. He simply scooped her fully into his arms, one hand still buried between her thighs, fingers stroking slow and deep as he broke into a faster lope.
Greta wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding down on his cock with every powerful stride. The friction was maddening. She could feel every ridge, every throb, the way he leaked hot pre-cum against her belly.
Her hands roamed greedily—tracing the hard planes of his chest, the deep scars, the sensitive silver markings that flared brighter under her touch.
Another messy, breathless kiss. Tongues stroking, teeth nipping at lips and jaw. She sucked on his tongue the way she wanted to suck his cock and felt him shudder hard against her.
They reached a narrow seam in the coral ridge.
Klari pressed her against the rock beside the opening, kissing her so deeply her head spun.
His fingers kept working her—two now sliding in and out in a filthy rhythm while his thumb tormented her swollen clit.
She was dripping down his hand, thighs trembling around his waist.
“I want you inside me,” she gasped against his mouth.
“Soon,” he promised, voice wrecked. “Need you safe first.”
He turned sideways and pulled them both into the tight passage. Darkness swallowed them instantly. The rock scraped close on all sides, forcing their bodies even tighter together.
Klari kept her pinned to his front, one arm under her ass, the other hand never leaving her pussy. His fingers fucked her slow and steady in the dark while they inched forward by touch alone.
His markings glowed faint silver—just enough to catch the wet shine on his lips and the desperate gleam in her eyes.
“Touch me,” he ordered, low and rough.
Greta obeyed instantly. Her hand found the thick length of his cock where it jutted hot and heavy between them. She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking from base to tip in long, firm pulls.
He was massive—ridged, pulsing, leaking steadily. Every stroke made his hips jerk, a choked growl vibrating through his chest into her mouth as they kissed again, deep and heavy.
The passage narrowed even more. They had to twist and slide against each other, skin and scales dragging, her breasts pressed tight to his chest, his cock trapped between their bellies, sliding slickly with every movement.
Greta kept stroking him while he fingered her, their moans and gasps echoing softly off the rock. Every breath was stolen from the other’s mouth in hot, open-mouthed kisses.
The rivals’ voices carried through the stone above—angry calls, heavy bodies crashing through scrub, searching.
Klari’s fingers curled inside her, hitting that perfect spot until her legs shook. “That’s it,” he murmured against her lips. “Get yourself nice and open for me. When we reach the chamber, I’m going to bury myself so deep you’ll feel me for days.”
She moaned, pumping his cock faster, thumb swirling over the sensitive head. “Then hurry up and get us there.”
They pushed through the final tight bend, bodies grinding, hands never stopping, mouths locked in a constant, steamy kiss.
The passage finally opened.
A hidden chamber waited beyond—dark, sheltered, the faint glow of bioluminescent veins threading through the rock walls. A shallow pool of still water filled the center, fed by a submerged tunnel. Safe. Private.
Klari carried her straight to the edge of the pool and lowered her onto a smooth, flat ledge just above the waterline. He followed her down immediately, settling his massive body over hers. His markings flared brighter now, casting shifting silver light across her naked skin.
He kissed her once more—slow, deep, filthy—then pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, breathing hard.
“Last chance to change your mind,” he rasped, voice thick with need.
Greta reached between them, wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock, and guided the blunt head right against her entrance.
“I’m not changing anything,” she whispered, hips rolling up to take the first inch. “Fuck me, Klari.”