Chapter 41 #2
Though he’d never done any of this with a female, he’d had to watch the instructional sessions when forced to enter the breed-match system. Pleasure was not the desired outcome, and silence was essential.
But Nora moaned beneath him, and her very presence gave him pleasure. The entirety of the Veynari, with all their technology and advancement, had gotten it wrong.
Nora knew the truth. She’d teach it to him, just as she’d taught him to kiss.
A hunger for her, stoked over days, guided him as he touched her everywhere with his tongue and lips. Her ribs, the dip of her waist. The crease of her thighs. Behind her knees. Each of her toes. Then he kissed a path up so he could have her mouth again.
Grazing her thighs, his fingers settled in the dark curls of her cunt that smelled like the center of his universe, earning him a sweet gasp. “Can I kiss here?”
She licked her lip as she pulled his lip up with her thumb. Her breath came hard as she touched the tip of his fang. “Yes, Airik,” she said. “Everywhere is yours.”
He licked a path down her soft belly, leaving suckling marks in his wake, dipping into her navel and then farther, until he lay between her legs, his head between her thighs.
Pushing her open with his shoulders, a delicious scent struck him, better than anything he’d ever tasted in his life. His fingers traced the inner lips of her cunt, gently easing her apart for a better look.
All true sapient species had similar anatomy. But as he beheld Nora, he knew what he saw was nothing short of perfection.
Nora rolled into his touch—eager for him.
The night was clear, and the bridge lights cast an ethereal glow over her, bathing her in gold. She opened up further, revealing a fleshy bud nestled among dark pink lips.
“Zilissi,” he breathed just over it, making her moan. Beautiful.
“Mine,” he said, placing a kiss over that responsive pearl.
“Yesss,” she cried. “Yours. Please, Airik, more.”
Finding her opening, he carefully pressed the tip of his finger inside. They both gasped as her tightness sucked him in. So wet. Pulsing around him. Did humans have a heart here, too? He wanted to feel it.
A distressing thought crossed his mind—how could she ever accommodate the girth of his cock? Hesitantly, he plunged further, exploring her depths, watching her face.
She smiled. “I said it’s yours to kiss, to lick, to do whatever—”
Airik hauled her against his thirsting mouth, burying his face into her sublime center, licking and laving.
His mouth moved against her like he’d been made to eat her.
Careful—so careful—he was with his teeth, working the flat of his tongue up the smooth wetness of her.
She tasted like every wish he’d ever made.
A feminine musk, tinged with sweetness, he wanted to drown in.
Mine.
“Like heaven,” he said. “You taste like heaven.”
He pumped his fingers into her, focusing his pointed tongue on her center of pleasure, flicking it and around it with no particular pattern, using only the cues from her body on what to do next. “What is this called?”
“My…my clit.”
“Clit,” he repeated.
“Yes—please, Airik. Don’t stop.”
Smiling against her, he said, “My clit.” Then he sealed his lips around it, sucking as he’d thirsted in a barren desert and she was the last drop of water.
“Fuck Airik…” she moaned before muffling her voice with a hand.
He yanked her hand down, locking their fingers together. “Your voice is mine,” he warned. “Let me hear you scream my name. The way only you can say it.”
Drinking from her was a singular experience. Nora tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him to her, grinding against his face. She kept her legs wide—his very own priestess. And he lay at her altar, with no more thoughts but the desire to worship the sounds of her moans and cries.
From his mandated breeding briefs, he knew females were capable of release. He knew what the little tremors in her flesh meant. The building moans and gasps, the pulling of his hair. He wanted it—the splendor of her release from the pleasure he’d given her.
“Release on my tongue,” he groaned. “I want it.”
She arched into his mouth, rising to the climax he built for her. “Airik!” Her thighs locked around his ears until he had no air but her—trapping him in a willing prison of their making. Her walls spasmed around his fingers, and even if he’d wanted to come free, he couldn’t.
Yes, demon eyes. Keep me here forever inside you.
Something like nectar burst into his mouth. There was no choice but to consume it all, thrusting his tongue as far as it could reach into the tight silkiness of her core, swallowing her in noisy gulps.
Imagining himself coming inside her, filling her with his seed, gripping his cock like she did his tongue and fingers, Airik came as well—thick and devastating. The most satisfying release of his life, coating the inside of his subarmor, and he hadn’t even touched himself.
“All of you is mine,” he whispered, suckling her as she came down, unwilling to part from her and to miss the little aftershocks rippling through her body. “All of you I will keep safe.”
Fates, he adored her.
A newfound serenity settled over them as their breaths calmed, drawing them into a warm embrace.
She tugged gently on his hair. Bringing her into his arms, she curled into a sleepy, gorgeous mess tucked into his side, languid with bliss.
Tracing the scar under his eye, she pressed a kiss to the inside of his arm. “A little while?” she said. “We can really have that?”
“Yes, demon eyes,” he said, resting his chin on her head and burying himself in her hair. “It’s what I wished for…and I will make it come true.”