Lena smiles. No, shebeams, and my cock reminds me thathe’sthe one who plants greenlings. I wince at the pinch of the leather strap, adjusting my position to loosen it with one hand.
“Oh, you poor thing,” Lena gasps when she realizes what I’m doing. “Let me see.”
She pushes me off her and onto my back, untying my trousers to get a better view. The head of my cock is nearly black with trapped pigment, and she quickly unbuckles the strap all the way. My channels scream as the crystallized pigment is released, the pain bowing my back.
Lena murmurs sympathetically and takes me in both hands, caressing me. As she massages my shaft, it helps clear crystallized pigment away, though fresh pigment rushes right back, turning my cock red and pink and lavender. I can’t hidemy desire and love for her when her hands are on me, even if I wanted to.
“It’s like magic,” she murmurs. My cock, which has never been called magic before, enjoys the compliment, and my reckless mate licks the welling seed away.
“Careful,” I growl at her, my claws poking holes in the furs, I’m gripping them so hard. “I’ll spill down your throat if you keep that up.”
“I don’t mind.” She grins and licks me again. My hips buck toward her, my breath puffing out. She repeats her torture, laughing at my desperate response. “Now you know how I felt.”
“Evil, scheming, vindictive...” I trail off when she traces a sloppy, hot line from the base to the tip. I thread my fingers through her hair and tighten them to stop her from swallowing the head. “Torment me all you want, pretty pet, tease me until I beg, but at the end, I want every drop inside you.”
“Oh god,” she says, the residual flush of her orgasm creeping up her chest. A few more needy, will-testing sucks, and then she prowls up, straddling me, and sinks down on my cock, hissing at the stretch.
“Goddess,” I groan, but it’s not a correction. It’s a prayer, one answered by the tight embrace of my mate as she rides me, whining and twisting until I grasp her hips and force her into a rhythm that benefits us both.
I can’t take my eyes off the way she accommodates my hardness, her folds puffy and parted around me. So tender and yet she can take all of me. It’s her softness that is her strength, I realize. If she weren’t weak and giving, she might break.
Pushing her down on my cock, I exult when her eyes flutter shut and she makes a thready little whine that tells me she’s close. Adjusting my grip so my thumb can reach the apex of her folds, I stroke her clit every time she rocks her hips forward.
“Lyro, my god, you feel good,” she gasps, and my satisfaction swells, because now she’s praying to me.
“You’re going to come on my cock, aren’t you, little queen?”
“Don’t know if I can again.” She’s so needy and trembling, her movements haphazard and sloppy because her muscles are weak and her cunt is so slick.
She’s perfect like this, giving even when she thinks she can’t. But that’s the secret she’s taught me. She can love endlessly. That’s why she doesn’t guard it. That’s why she’s so generous, even to those who don’t deserve it. Even to me. I’m greedy every bit of her I can get.
“You can. Give me another one. And then I’ll spend in you so hard your belly will swell.”
That tips her over the edge. She pulses around me, thighs tightening as she slumps forward, her pleasure making her shake in my arms. I wait until her body stops spasming to kiss her, tasting the brightness of my seed on her lips mixed with the salt of her cunt still on mine.
“I knew you could do it. Now rest while I fuck a greenling into you.” I flip her onto her back and, at her sleepy, satisfied smile that welcomes whatever I have to give her, let my cock off its leash.
All it wants is to spill in her, though, so I have to rein it in, make it wait so I can enjoy this. So she can, too. This is our joining, after all, lonely and absurd and perfect, just like us.
Every thrust is a new test that makes my balls tight and my claws extend. Lena sprawls beneath me, laughing at my gritted teeth. “Love seeing you like this, all worked up and weak for me,” she teases, squeezing me with her internal muscles. “It’s okay if you can’t wait.”
“You think I can’t control myself?” I bring my face close to hers, eyes narrowed. “Just for that, you’re going to come againbefore I do. Because I love seeing you spitted on my cock, writhing like a saidal in a trap, begging to be set free,” I tell her.
“Oh shit,” she giggles. “I’m in trouble.”
Her giggles turn to groans when I plunge into her again, pinning her arms and legs so she can’t escape my full length. It doesn’t take long before she’s flushed and squirmy, grabbing at my wrists and arching her back to move the friction where she wants it.
She’s right where I want her, too. “Worked up and weak for me, dragonfly?”
She glares up at me, sweat sticking stray hairs to her temples. “Fine. You proved your point.”
“Not yet.” I curve my spine to steal a few slow, lingering kisses, moving my hips in a languorous shape that makes her gasp into my mouth. Then I draw back slightly. “Not until you come again. Not until youbegto come again. We’re going to fuck like this, slow and sweet, until you can’t stand it.”
“I already can’t stand it,” she whimpers, craning her neck for another kiss. I give her one, since it’s one of the few things Icangive her. Old svelis, claiming scars, kisses that go on and on. “Please, now, I need it. I need to feel you come. I’ll come if you come, I swear.”
Tangled in her arms and scent, how can I refuse when we fit so well together? I grip the back of her neck. “If you’re lying to me, you’ll owe me two.”
“Yes, okay, anything,” she babbles.
