Chapter 14 Reckless #2
Growling, he rises, lifting my hips with him so my shoulders dip low and my head drops back.
Supported by his tail but still nearly vertical, I can feel his monstrous cock nudging against my back as I writhe into the dizzying pleasure.
His bitter scent pools in my nose and mouth as he releases seed beneath me.
The liquid spreads under my shoulders as arch with each swipe of his tongue, ignited with pleasure, my toes curling as my teeth scrape my bottom lip.
“There,” I gasp when the harder, forked tip of his tongue probes my g-spot for the first time. I grab his head. “Right, there!”
Rocking with more force, I thrust my hips into his face. His hands envelop my waist to hold me still as he jabs his tongue into my most sensitive wall.
“Yessss,” I whine, grinding into him one final time, orgasming on his tongue. “Yes!”
Gasping, I wriggle until he lets me sink back into his flexing tail and take a moment to catch my breath.
Swiping some of his seed off his tail with my fingers, I bring it to my mouth to lick it off while riding out the waves of my climax.
And though I’m coming down, Darolus only licks me harder, groaning against me, swallowing whatever he can.
I run my hands over his smooth head. “Thank you,” I whisper, unsure why, uncurling my toes and curling them again with each flutter of lingering orgasm.
He pauses, pulls his tongue out from me, and rises up to look at me, my wetness smeared all over his cheeks and lips. For a time, we stare at each other in the darkness, our chests rising and falling.
How fast things have changed.
They’re a lot less boring now.
“Thank you?” he asks, his voice rough. I shiver, still tingling in languid ripples.
“For the orgasm. For being here? I don’t know,” I huff, shifting my legs off his shoulders and bringing them under me to kneel on his tail.
He starts to move it, sliding the coils out of the nest to make room for me to climb into the hides, but I shake my head no and reach for the dim outline of his cock.
Emboldened to at least try, I wrap my mouth around the tip and lick the seed off.
He hisses at me from the darkness.
“Remember where your tongue was inside me, naga?” I ask, my own voice now rough with desire too, even to my own ears.
“How can I forget,” he says, reaching his hands out to run them all over me once more. “I will do so again if you allow it.”
“Calm down, big boy. I want to try something else first.” Gently I cup his cock with both hands, and it thrums under my palms. “I want to put this inside of me.”
He growls and, to my surprise, takes a hold of my hands and pulls them off of him.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I ask, worried all over again that I’ve pushed too hard.
“I agreed to petting, but I do not agree to hurting and killing you. We talked about thissss.”
“Hurting and killing me?” I laugh and nudge a little closer to him. “You might stretch me but I don’t think your cock will kill me.”
“It makessss no difference. It will not work anyway.”
It’s strange, having this conversation in the darkness where I can’t really see his expressions.
It’s strange having this conversation at all.
Somehow, though, the darkness also makes the words easier; it gives me courage to push through the racing of my heart.
“How do you know that? Your shape isn’t so dissimilar that we couldn’t try. I can stay on top and—”
“And if I breed you, what then?” Darolus demands.
“Breed me?”
Breed me? Two words I never expected to hear together. Breed… me?
Hahaha.
“To fill your body with my seed and have you carry my litter until they emerge, bloody, from your body,” Darolus explains. “I will not do that to you.”
“I know what breed means!” I scoff. “Is that what you call it with the females of your kind? You breed with them?”
“I do not breed with females of my kind, I never would. I have made a vow.”
“To be celibate? Why?”
“They do not survive the birth of their litters.”
I pause, taken aback. “They don’t? None of them do?”
Despite the darkness, I can see him shake his head.
None? None at all? “How do you know?” I ask, sick at the very idea.
“Because I have seen it. I have heard the wails of them dying, and the wails of their mates. I have seen what it does to those left behind: the abject lovers, out for blood, and the few young that are left to fend for themselves. With so much pain as a result…” he sighs heavily, “I made a vow to be done with it all. No more death. Not at my hands.”
“I’m sorry. That…” I shake my head, saddened for him and his entire species. “Some must have survived if you guys still exist though, right?”
“Not to my knowledge.”
“Damn. Well…” I take a deep breath, bracing myself. I’ve never told anyone this before. “Luckily, even if you could ‘breed’ me, I can’t have kids.”
His body stiffens sharply. “You cannot have young?”
“No. I made sure it could never happen,” I reveal. “My lifestyle doesn’t need kids in it, trust me. And kids don’t need me as their mom. Also, life in space is rough, and I’ve seen how bad it can be. I never want to put another kid through that.”
“You cannot have young?” he repeats incredulously as he releases my hands. “Humans can do that?”
Carefully I reach for his cock again, stroking it softly. His scent blooms in the air and I shudder, knowing it means he’s released more seed.
“Yeah. We can. We have surgeries—a kind of medicine—that make pregnancy impossible.”
“You cannot be bred?” There’s wonder in his voice now. He seems to be taken by the subject.
“That’s not going to be a problem for you, is it?” I tease.
He’s silent for a moment. “No. That is not a problem… at all.”
Deciding it’s best not to push it after such a weighty conversation, and that more sleep might be better—for both of us right now—I let him go and lie down on my side, and Darolus shifts to curl around me.
Resting against his chest, between him and the groove of his tail, I reach back and pull a hide over my naked body, then I snuggle deeper against him, knowing, at least for now, he’s not going anywhere.
“You have changed your mind?” he asks.
“Yeah.” I yawn. “I would’ve made that promise too, you know.
If I saw what you saw and heard what you heard.
” Maybe it’s because I know where he’s coming from, or because I’m in desperate need of some type of connection, I force the words out.
“I saw and heard a lot of terrible things where I grew up too, and vowed never to be a part of it. I think I understand…” I trail off, running out of steam for more.
Sharing is hard for me. I rarely do it and usually only if it’s plied from me by alcohol.
I get it, though. I’d never want to go back to the forest if I were him, nor want to let anyone from my past know that I’m still alive—not when I’d finally found my peace. If he’s worried I’ll take that from him… I won’t.
“It issss not easy, living,” he murmurs, and I smile against him.
“No. It definitely isn’t.”
“I would like to pet you more.” His voice rumbles in the darkness, contemplative, almost like an afterthought.
“Tomorrow, big guy. Tomorrow. For the rest of tonight? I’d like to lie with you instead, and nothing else.”
He pulls me closer to him in response and my eyes close. Easing into his embrace, I let his presence overshadow the rest of my intrusive thoughts. And when he’s once again asleep beside me, I fall right with him into the darkness, knowing I’m not going there alone.