Still heady with her own pleasure, Fi drank his need for her like spiced wine, his labored breaths, claws digging into her thighs. Dancing an edge, a silent plea in half-lidded crimson eyes. She tipped a finger beneath his chin.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll bring you there. Don’t you trust me?”
A pained sound scraped Antal’s throat. “Too much. You seem to relish tormenting me.”
Fi bent over him, close enough to savor each haggard breath against her neck. To feel him strain as she rocked with his cock inside her, building him toward his own end, her fingers tight on his antlers.
Antal tensed as he finished, burying himself between her legs with a shudder, growling her name into the curls of her hair. Claws gripped tight on her ass. Then slackened. Softer, he dragged his spent hips against hers with a rasped exhale.
When he fell ragged to the bed, Fi fell with him.
They tangled in the aftermath, all twisted legs and tail, sweat-dewed foreheads pressed together. Fi cupped his cheeks in her hands. She ran her tongue across her teeth, tasting every lingering trace of ozone, savoring the fading bloom of her pleasure and a satisfied heat settling in her core.
She drank in the beast at her side, so sated withher, he could scarcely keep his eyes open. Antal wrapped her in arms and tail, stringing breathless kisses along her temple.
“Kasek ava,” he murmured, affectionate, against her skin. “Qess, ery yzu grelu.”
Fi frowned. “Are you going to tell me what the rest of that means?”
“I suppose you’ll have to learn to speak daeyari.” Fatigue dragged his words, pulling his lashes low as he settled her into the heat of his chest.
Fi burrowed against him. All of her was spent, warm, drunk on lust and the caress of furs.
“Teach me now,” she said.
“Hm?” His thumb traced circles at her hip.
“Teach me how to say… I love you.”
His thumb slowed. Fi watched herself measured in the smolder of his eyes, felt the weight of his breaths still shallow from tasting her.
“Yzi vali yzru,” he said. Then kissed her to seal it to her lips.
“Yzi… vali… yzru,” Fi said when he released her for air.
“Sharpen your consonants more.” He pulled her against him. “Yzi vali yzru.”
Her leg wrapped his waist, fingers cradling his face. “Yzi vali yzru.”
“Closer.” His teeth on her lip. “Yzi vali yzru.”
“Yzi vali yzru.” It was perfect, her mouth tracing his to match the syllables.
“Not quite. Say it again.”
“Ass.” She jabbed his chest. “Youwantto hear me say it again?”
“Is that such a terrible thing?”
Fi laughed and nestled against him. No. Not such a terrible thing at all.
“This bed is acceptable,” she admitted, drifting toward sleep. “Though mine is just as comfortable.”
“We can visit whenever you’d like,” Antal murmured back. “My clever Voidwalker. Some practice, and you might come to make the journey as easy as I can.”
Fi hummed at the thought. A human with two daeyari antlers as trophies. One who could walk the Void as easily as a creature born from it.
Wouldn’t that make for an exciting folktale?
