She shrugs her shoulders and I read it as she does not want to answer my question.
“Why?” I ask again, lowering my voice. “I thought you had a… crew.”
She slides her eyes up to mine then raises and drops her hands. “Like you, I grew up somewhere dangerous. Like you, I expect danger and because of that, always prepare for it. It’s a habit and one that has kept me safe a few times in my life. That’s all.”
“I understand.” Despite the differences in the way we look, I feel like I… understand her even when I do not always understand her words. Even if she is not a female of my kind, and I can barely imagine the world she describes… We are alike. She has been hurt, like me. And like me, she has a will to live despite it. “You are strong for how small you are.”
“I am!” She sighs and then laughs, and it makes the pain and heaviness in my chest ease. “Thank you for noticing,” she adds with another soft laugh.
I nod down at her.
We settle into a comfortable silence after that, and when we speak, our words are light. I want her, and want to be inside her, coiling around her but I want this peace just as much. Fussing over and berating me for sneaking up on her, the evening deepens around us until the only light we have is a few remaining embers of the fire.
Not even moonlight streaks down from above, remembering the clouds in the sky.
And as Sabrina settles into a hide-covered ball next to me, her arm and leg draping over my side, I pull her close and make a vow, lulling into the peace her soft breathing brings me. I make a vow to protect her and keep her safe so she never has to worry about having to defend herself ever again.
I will keep her forever, and I will learn how to do so. Ionly need patience from her as I do not want her to come to any harm. She still laughs when I call her mine.
Petting her dark hair away from her face, I trail my eyes over her slumbering form. Pressure fills my middle as my stem elongates and slips out of my tail. Taking a chance while she is most at ease, I spread her legs slightly apart with my tail and slip off her underwear.
She mumbles and shifts her legs, finding my tailtip with her hand as I bring it between her legs to pet her most intimate part. Spreading her knees open, she does not stop me as I slide over her and settle between them. Working my tailtip inside of her, a moan escapes her lips.
I lean over and press my face to the side of hers, nuzzling her ear and hair. She grips my shoulders as I spread her sex with my tail, preparing her for me.
“I will not harm you,” I promise, knowing I am about to take a great risk by being on top.
She circles her arms around me. “I know.” She spreads her legs wider until they are resting on either side of her, pinned open by my tail. My prick rests on her belly, and I slip my tailtip out of her as I drag it down to replace it with my stem. Guided by her dripping sex, I push my prick inside her.
Bearing down, I grab her shoulders to keep her in place as I slide all the way in to my knot, breaching her constricting muscles. She whimpers as I come, spilling my first wave of seed deep. Now looser than before, though not by much, I lift her leg with one hand and nudge my knot past her clenching opening.
I release a low groan, blending in with the dark hiss soaring up my throat. Nudging my knot further inside her, forcing her body to adjust—little by little so as not to hurt her—I manage to pin her on it with a rough groan.
Breathing in her heady scent and sweat, I nuzzle her face. “Okay?” I ask, the word as low as my hissing.
“Yes,” she purrs airily, nodding against my shoulder. The smell of her arousal floods my nose and I groan with satisfaction.
I pull out slightly and push back in, then do so again in short bursts, spilling more and more seed each time and easing my passage.
Taking her the way I want to, the way I need, I thrust a little harder, eliciting a moan and the bite of her nails into the skin of my arm. Digging into them, she grips me hard. Bowing over her so I do not rest my upper weight on her, I thrust once more, watching her face in the darkness.
Her brows furrow, her lips part wider in reaction.
“Mine,” I tell her again, thrusting a little harder. Pinning her to the hides of my nest, I surround her in every way possible. Throwing my head back, I feel my knot throb viciously, jerking my hips forward and back to feel her slick skin against it.
Sabrina whimpers my name, and I spill everything left I have inside of her.
Twitching, thrusting, barely keeping control of my movements, seed gushes from me, emptying me completely. Her hips jerk with a hitch from her lips, my name coming out breathily. Her body clutches my knot as I pull all the way out, making me wrench my eyes close as another constriction of my muscles forces more seed to release from me.
Falling on top of her, still buried deep, I gently move to lie to her side and bring her body to the top of mine. She lets me settle her against me, keeping our bodies locked together. With her legs spread on either side of my tail, Igrab a hide and pull it over her as she places her head against my chest.
Hooking my arm around her, having her exactly where I need her to be, I watch the long shadows of the night, knowing I will always guard her. Always.
She is the treasure I have been waiting for, and now that I have her, I will never let her go.
SEVENTEEN
DARKNESS FROM ABOVE
