Chapter 15 #2
She focused back at him and her smile widened. “I am being happy with you. You are fun to teasing. You are fun to tormenting.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” he grumbled, and that just made her laugh harder. He felt his own smile tugging at his lips.
And maybe he understood why some people would consider her to be too much.
Not because he felt that way, but because he’d felt what it was like to be too much for others.
Most people didn’t want to deal with him because he was always in a bad mood and most people annoyed him.
But that didn’t bother him since he also didn’t like them.
But in regards to being too much for people, they were very similar in that regard. But if they were too much for other people, then that must mean they were just right for each other.
Keeping her arms pinned over her head, he used his other hand to grab her hip and pull it up, forcing one of his legs between hers and resting her leg on his hip.
“Do you understand what it means to be mated to me? To accept a lvtl male?”
She shook her head, but her eyes were open. Accepting. Almost eager.
“I bind you in this nest. I take away your sight. I still your tongue. I spread your legs and tie your arms. I render you completely vulnerable, then I claim you as hard and as often as I can. As long as I can. Until I’m too exhausted to continue. And that will take quite a while, I assure you.”
“How longing is a while?” She asked, tone curious with just a hint of caution.
He pressed his groin against hers. Grinding into her. Letting her feel the hard length of his cock.
His first cock.
“I have two,” he said simply. “And they don’t come at the same time.
One comes, then the other. But neither soften.
One always stays hard so I can plug you up with it.
Fuck you with it until the refractory period passes.
And by the time it does and the second one comes, the first one is hard again. ”
He left it there, but the implication wasn’t at all lost on Haven.
Her eyes went wide as she realized what he was saying.
While one cock recovered, the other was working, then he would come and they would switch off.
She wouldn’t get a single break. And bound, gagged, blinded as she would be, she would be helpless to do anything but take it.
Vekt, he vekting loved that thought.
Haven with her hands trapped behind her back, her legs folded over and forced apart.
A black sash over her eyes. Or maybe something brighter to contrast her skin.
Like that yellow in her dress. A gag pressed between those pretty, dual color lips.
Even something over her ears, making sure she couldn’t hear anything either.
Only her own moans echoing in her head, muffled by the gag.
Her breasts bound and displayed with thin little chains that would bite into her skin.
Oh, he’d have to be so careful with such skin, but the idea of leaving little marks behind made his cocks throb as they started to rise from their bed.
Haven made a soft sound of surprise as she looked down, eyes wide.
She felt them moving, no doubt, but the expression on her face told him that maybe they weren’t moving the way she expected.
He knew the differences between himself and his crew were great.
He imagined that he was also very different from a human male.
“And once I claim you,” he continued, still slowly grinding against her, letting her feel the full length and girth of his first cock, “That is it. There is no going back. You are only trapped now, there’s still a chance to escape.
To get away before it’s permanent. But once I claim you, you won’t be able to get away from me. ”
Haven looked thoughtful for a moment before saying, “I could being telling you the same. You still having a chance to getting away from me.”
He scoffed. “How could I? A little pest like you would never grant me that reprieve.”
Haven laughed. “As if you are wanting it.”
He didn’t confirm nor deny that accusation.
Only sat up, releasing the hold he had on her arms. For just a moment, the color was changed, paler, before blood came rushing back.
He had been holding her almost too tightly.
But as she brought them down, she didn’t rub the places he touched like they were hurt, and that was perfect.
Riding the line between pain and pleasure, but making sure never to go over into injury.
Yes, that was exactly what a male lvtl should do. Seeing her laid out under him, unafraid, unmarked, but controlled, made his whole chest seize with longing as pride flared in his heart. For probably the first time since he’d been banished from home.
It was tempting to cover her again. To take what she had already offered. To bind her to him permanently and always feel this combination of pride, pleasure, and enjoyment.
But he couldn’t push it right now, he knew. Not when she still had that contemplative look on her face. If he tried to bind her now, he knew she wouldn’t handle it well. She didn’t trust him that much. At least, not yet.
With a grunt, he fell back into the nest. Doing so made the cushions dip and sent her rolling into him. Right into his side where he wanted her. His arm went around her waist as she laughed, her hand coming to rest on his chest, her leg thrown over his.
She got comfortable against him so quickly. She might not trust him to bind her yet, but she was happy on him. Whether laying or crawling, or using him as a ladder.
Though, he found, he didn’t actually mind that.
For a long while, they didn’t say anything. They just remained there, cozied up in the nest he’d created that she’d taken over. He almost forgot why he had even been mad in the first place. Not that he forgot his brother or what he’d done to him, he just forgot why he cared.
The captain was right. This life he lived now was the one he’d fought for.
The one he’d killed for. He had agreed to burn who he was when he joined this crew and accepted their mission to survive and experience freedom.
J’tll and Vytln were two different people, and Vytln had everything he’d ever wanted.
A satisfying job. A purpose. A crew he trusted and relied on as much as his family. Even the job he was doing, deliveries, was similar enough to smuggling that it was like not much had changed.
And now, he also had a warm, soft female willingly and happily nestled in his arms. And sure, she messed with his wiring, and yes, she was a pest, but he didn’t actually mind those traits. Not when they were coupled with her joy and curiosity and work ethic.
“Are you still wanting to knowing my secret?”