Gillian
“Wait,” I say as Dalox carries me out of the medical area for the second time. “What happened to Dyana? Deus?”
“Neither are our concern anymore, my mate. Darax has dealt with his brother’s who is recovering, and I have made arrangements for Dyana to go back to the second continent when we go to retrieve the rest of the females who want to join us.”
“Deus…”
“He has admitted to allowing Dyana on board, in return for seeing his mate again. She has since confessed his mate died of sickness in the first wave whilst he was away, as he always thought, and deceived him in order to use him to get here.”
“Poor Deus.”
“He is a troubled male,” Dalox says. “He did, however, put himself between the disruptor and you and me when Dyana released a bolt and as such, his punishment for his traitorous behaviour will be light.”
I can feel Dalox moving beneath me, rolling as if he is limping.
“You got hit?”
“I will recover, little mate,” he rasps, fangs big in his mouth as we make our way to his quarters. “Once I shift to my Sarkarnii form.”
“No!” I squirm in his arms. “We need to go back. You need to go in the pod.”
“I do not need to go in the pod,” Dalox growls. “I need to shift, and I need to sheathe myself in your soft, hot cunt.”
Heat flares through me. I feel better than ever, as if the last few days haven’t happened to my body at all. As if Dyana didn’t try to squeeze the life out of my throat.
“Are you going to hook me?” I find myself panting slightly.
“If you wish it, little mate,” Dalox says, his eyes flaring with fire. “I will do whatever you want.”
The door to his quarters opens, and in less than a heartbeat, he has me in the deep pit which is both bed and seating. One claw slowly slices up the front of the strange hospital style gown I’m wearing.
“How did I end up in this?” I ask as the garment is peeled away to make me bare for him.
“The pod.”
“The pod? You didn’t have anything to do with it?”
“You were injured, my mate. I can assure you, I wasn’t looking at anything I shouldn’t.” Dalox gazes down on my naked body.
“I will have to take your assurances.”
“They are all you will get.” He dips his head to kiss my lips. My body rises to meet his, the feel of his cock through his tight pants, huge and throbbing, is, as it turns out, exactly what my body wants, newly refreshed or not.
I unbuckle his pants and slide my hand in, deeper and deeper into his pouch, pulling the thing free. My hand and arm are wet from his pre-cum as Dalox groans my name.
“If you touch me, I will spill, little mate,” he moans. “I need you so much. But first I have to pleasure you.”
His hands drag down my back and under my buttocks as he lifts my hips to his mouth, his forked tongue swiping between my folds and causing stars to fire behind my eyes.
“Dalox.” I flail my arms.
“Scream my name, little mate. Scream it as I make you come.”
Fangs nip at my clit and the tongue does things which have to be illegal somewhere as Dalox rips my climax from me, making me buck in his grip, shoving myself further into his face as I flood everywhere.
“So sweet.” Dalox licks his lips, the evidence of my pleasure spread over his face. “So perfect,” he growls. “I need you, Gillian. My Sarkarnii needs you.”
“I need you,” I reply, voice hoarse.
He lifts me up, turning me over, sliding me onto all fours. I feel him getting larger than ever. I feel his cock notch at my entrance, wet and slippery, and more heat blooms through me as I feel teeth scrape up my back.
“Such a good female,” Dalox growls. “Taking all of my cock.”
He thrusts, breaching my pussy and sliding deep, deep inside me. I feel every single node on his cock bumping through my channel until he bottoms out, only to withdraw and thrust once again within me.
“Such a pretty little cunt, stretched out around my cock,” he rasps. “And such a pretty little pucker too.”
Something teases at my bottom hole, something prehensile, soft, warm, and with a gentle push, it attempts to breach me.
“Would you like my tail too, mate?” he growls above me, a hand under my stomach, splayed out, holding me up as he continues to plunder me, so all I have to do is take him, let him make me his toy. I want to be his toy.
“Yes,” I breathe as the tip of his tail goes through my tight ring, slipping inside me oh-so easily, rubbing up against his cock as it continues to ream my channel.
I’m stretched so much I’m right on the edge of pleasure and pain, but I don’t want it to end, even as another orgasm has my vision dimming and my body losing all control.
“Can I hook you, my mate?” Dalox rasps, his thrusts becoming irregular. “Can I fill you to the brim with seed?”
“Yes.” The word is ripped from my mouth as I find another climax overtaking me.
Dalox roars out my name. I’m sandwiched in his grip as he goes deeper again, a slight pinch within me and then the hot lava of him, filling me, stretching me wider and wider as he groans, scales resting on my back, hot breath ruffling my hair as he heaves one in and one out, continually pulsing and pulsing.
This is the most pleasure I’ve had in my entire life. If I never feel like this again, it will not matter. Dalox has me, he has all of me, and I never want it to change. Not now, not in the future, no matter what it holds.