Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
HAZEL
In a blink, he rolled us until I was cradled in his warm coils and he was above me, a king in his own right gazing down at his queen.
“And I am yours,” he said, eyes bright and golden as the sun. “In this life and the next, my light.”
He kissed me until I was breathless and moaning, his hands caressing me everywhere. Every touch made me gasp even through my clothing, and my sex was dripping with need.
His hand found my calf and slid up to my knee. He stilled with his fingers on my bare thigh. “Where are your underthings, my sweetness?” he murmured against my throat.
“In our cave,” I said with a little gasp and shiver as his grip tightened. “Where I left them.”
“Goddess,” he breathed, and I felt the prick of his fangs against the delicate skin of my throat. I moaned and arched my back. “You’ll be the death of me, my shelshi.”
“Not tonight, I won’t be.” I smiled up at him, my chest heaving. “Tonight, I will be your feast.”
Deliberately, I let my legs fall farther open, encouraging his hand to continue its journey farther up my thigh to where I was soaking my chemise. I desperately needed to be touched.
He made a sound in his chest I’d never heard before: a kind of rumbling. But instead of doing my unspoken bidding, he withdrew his hand from under my dress. I whimpered in protest.
“I want to see you, my beautiful mate,” he said, his hands at the laces of the simple overdress I’d worn today over my chemise. “May I?”
I reached for the laces, but he batted my hands away gently. “Please,” he said, and kissed me with so much passion that my toes curled. “Allow me,” he murmured.
With no breath with which to speak, I nodded.
He unlaced my dress quickly, but took his time as he drew its sleeves and my chemise down my chest and arms, baring me slowly to his ravenous gaze. He kissed his way along my collarbone, distracting me with sensation as my clothing slipped past my breasts, baring them to the air.
And then his mouth blazed a trail of kisses and heat to my right breast before he drew my hard, peaked nipple into his mouth.
I cried out, my fingers tightening in his hair to hold him there while his other hand teased and pinched my other nipple until the pleasure turned almost to pain.
“Goddess,” I gasped, digging my nails into his scalp. “Terolon. Shelshan.”
His chest rumbling, he bit my nipple as he rolled the other one between his fingers.
I wailed, my hips arching of their own accord.
I wanted to slip my own fingers between my thighs and give myself pleasure as I’d only done in the privacy of my own bed in the night, to find some way of relieving the aching need.
Terolon released my nipple and licked it, curling the forked end of his tongue around the sensitive tip. The sight and sensation were so potently erotic that a rush of wetness ran down the folds of my sex.
“I will satisfy you, my shelshi, I promise,” Terolon said, drawing my dress and chemise down further to reveal my abdomen. “Have patience, my love. I am feasting.”
With my hand still in his hair, he pressed kisses to almost every newly bared inch of skin. With a lunar’s good food and ample rest, I was no longer thin, and my stomach had a soft roundness that captured Terolon’s attention for a very long time.
I didn’t realize my clothing had slipped past my hips until suddenly his mouth descended on the dark curls of my sex. He inhaled deeply and groaned.
“Oh, Goddess,” I gasped, my fingers tightening again in his hair. “Terolon…”
In one movement, he drew my dress and chemise down my legs and off. Where they went, I had no idea, because I was bare before my love and nothing existed beyond this hunger we shared.
He rose again over me, his heavy-lidded gaze full of hunger and awe. “Magnificent,” he rasped, his hands trailing from my breasts over my hips to rest on my thighs. “Goddess. Hazel, my shelshi, my light. I have never in my long years beheld such beauty.”
“How many years?” I gasped.
He smiled, and the sight of those fangs made me shiver in delight.
“I am a male of seventy-five summers,” he said, bending down to kiss me gently when my mouth fell open in astonishment.
“Serpentae live far longer than humans. But once I take you as my mate, my wondrous light, you will share my lifespan. We will not part until the earth reclaims us both.”
“Oh,” I breathed. “That is…good information to know.”
He chuckled and slid down my body. “Open your legs, my sweetness,” he said, kissing my curls and flicking his tongue repeatedly as if my most personal scents entranced him. “I have much feasting yet to do.”
I’d heard whispers of such things from friends and women in the village of the ways a man—a male—might kiss his lover in places other than her mouth, but everything about tonight was new and unknown to me.
My need and Terolon’s tenderness drowned out any objections I might have had. I raised my knees and let them fall open, baring myself to his gaze.
“Lovely,” he said, his voice rough. “You are so lovely here. And so wet.”
I started to squirm and close my legs at his words and the intensity of his stare, but his shoulders were suddenly between my thighs, spreading them farther apart.
And then he delved his tongue within the dripping folds of my sex and licked me slowly from bottom to top.
I threw my head back and wailed, the pleasure so intense that I tried to pull away. But his hand tightened on my hip, holding me steady as his coil beneath me moved, tilting my hips up and bringing me to his mouth once again.
“So delicious,” he murmured, his breath warm against my throbbing sex. “So sweet and perfect. I will drink from you like this every morning and every night, my light. I fear I’ll die if I do not.”
His declaration embarrassed me a little, but I could do nothing except gasp and writhe and cry out his name as he licked and suckled me, using two fingers to hold my sex open so he might devour me better.
And when his tongue slid up and the forked tip wrapped around the little nub at the top of my folds and caressed it, I screamed.
“Yes, my love, like that,” he said, releasing me just long enough to praise me. “No one can hear us beyond these walls. Scream for me, darling. Your pleasure is my feast.”
In only moments, I was writhing shamelessly against his face, all other thoughts forgotten except how much I loved him, and how good this felt, and how grateful I was for those wards that kept us hidden away from the world.
The pleasure built, and built, and became as towering as a tidal wave I’d once seen depicted in a painting.
And then Terolon slipped a moistened fingertip inside my sex as his tongue rolled my sensitive nub, and the wave broke.
With a cry, I clawed at him, my heels digging into his sides, his coils, whatever I could reach, trying to escape pleasure that seemed like too much to bear. He held me still and stroked me gently through the bliss, through the crashing waves and along the current until I reached the other side.
He was pressing his finger deeper now, curling it inside me and making me shudder with sensations I’d never felt before.
“Shelshan,” I gasped. “Please…”
“You are so small,” he said, kissing my inner thighs. “My slick will help you accommodate me, but I must help you prepare. I will be gentle. Lie back and enjoy this, my love.”
Oh, Goddess…
Every sensation was multiplied now after my release. Of course he was gentle and careful, stretching me with one finger before reaching down out of sight and then raising his hand to show me two fingers, both glistening. Was that his slick?
“I will stop the moment you wish to stop,” he said, kissing my bent knee. “You need only ask.”
“I know.” I managed a smile, though my chest was heaving. “Go on, my shelshan. I’m quite pleased so far.”
He smiled, showing me his fangs, and pressed the tips of two fingers against my opening. They slid inside with surprising ease, but I cried out anyway at the pleasure and unfamiliar sensation of fullness.
He stilled. “Hazel?”
“I’m all right,” I gasped. “Please. More.”
He kissed his way up my thigh again and licked me gently as his fingers moved in and out. I closed my eyes and lost myself in sensation.
He curled his fingertips, stroking over something inside me that made me cry out. And on the next thrust a third finger joined the other two, stretching me further. The burning sensation became pleasure almost instantly, and my hips began to move again as another wave of pleasure began to build.
“Terolon,” I gasped. “Please. Please.”
“Almost ready,” he said, his voice rough. “If I hurt you, even without intending to do so, it would kill me, my love. My hearts could not take it.”
I moaned and ground my hips in rhythm with his fingers.
When a fourth finger joined the others, there was no pain, only pleasure. My wail would have startled every creature in the valley if it weren’t for our wards.
“Terolon,” I almost sobbed. I was quivering all over, almost to the point of shuddering. The wave of bliss was just out of reach. His fingers, as good as they felt, weren’t enough. I needed to be filled with something else.
He rose above me then, my beautiful shelshan, his chest heaving as he ran his hands over my shivering body. “Hazel,” he groaned.
My eyes traveled down his chest, past his abdomen, and discovered his slit had finally opened and revealed its secrets: not one, but two long, thick manhoods.
“Goddess,” I gasped, fear and awe stealing my ability to breathe.
They looked almost nothing like the descriptions I’d heard of a man’s cock. But that was hardly surprising, given Terolon was not human.
The upper shaft was larger than the lower one, but only slightly. They were thick, with tapered, curved heads with bumps around the tip like a crown. The upper one also had three wide, raised rings that circled it at intervals, while the lower one was simply textured with more of the raised nubs.