And Melsya and the female nagas no longer need me…
Perhaps Sabrina’s fear of being left down here forever is coming to an end regardless. It may be time for us to depart as well and search for a safer place to call our home. I understand her fear, and understanding it, I understand her better. Pressing my nose to her hair, I breathe her in, feeling my blood quicken. She turns her head and meets my gaze when I fail to lay her down on the hides of my nest.
Without speaking, she wiggles out of my arms and settles on her feet, leaning down to take off her shoes. Another black set that is smaller than her boots. Kicking them away, she steps from between me and the nest and pushes me toward it. “Lie down, big guy. You need some rest.”
“Rest is the lasssst thing I need,” I growl, trailing my eyes over the slight curves of her body, taking in how soft and fluffy her hair appears. “I need more than that.” I need to be inside her. I need to remind her how much she means to me. “You can never leave me again,” I warn, my chest constricting with thoughts of losing her.
I caught her trail quite quickly after leaving Melsya, but once I was above ground, it was obscured by the breeze. If Melsya hadn’t sent me after Sabrina when she did, I may have lost Sabrina’s tracks entirely.
“You’re bleeding, Darolus,” she murmurs, petting myflesh softly around my wound. “Even if it’s only spotting, you’re still bleeding.”
I cover her hand with mine. “The blood will return. You… I almost lost you forever.”
She smiles and it lights up her face. My gaze drops to her red-tinted lips and the pressure in my tail grows.
“I was on my way back to you.”
I tilt my head. “You were?”
“Yeah. I realized after getting aboard the ship that I didn’t want to be there anymore. I didn’t belong there and everything I had was… it was all junk. And none of that junk was you.”
I pet her cheek with the back of my finger. “I am glad to hear that. I am glad I do not scare you.”
“Truthfully?” She runs her hand down my arm. “You never really have. It’s not that easy to scare me if you’re not a large body of water. Now, lie back. If you really need to feel me, let me take care of you.”
Doing as she says, I slide onto my nest and lie back across it, leaning up against the curved side just enough not to disturb my wound.
I watch in awe and hunger as Sabrina pulls off her simple dark gray shirt and strips out of her pants. In nothing except black undergarments, she crawls on top of me, the few chains around her neck dangling forward to slide across my skin. She straddles my middle and presses her hand to my slit. It opens for her, releasing my massive thrumming prick.
She chuckles. “I could see this from a mile away. No wonder Tata didn’t want me to leave with you. Jeez, with how much blood it probably takes this bad guy to erect, no wonder you’re healing slower than you usually do.”
I groan as she curls both her hands around my stem and runs them up and down.
“Let me take care of you,” she hums, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on my tip.
I drop back with another groan, overcome with headiness by her words. In the soft, wet silence that comes next as her mouth roams over me, she kisses me everywhere. My thoughts to all else fade away when she covers her mouth over the head of my prick and squeezes my knot with both of her hands.
Spilling quickly, some of the tension in my body dissipates. She continues licking and suckling me, moving her mouth everywhere at once until I’m spilling freely, gushing seed. She licks up my spill and covers me again with her lips, drinking down the liquid that continues to expel. My muscles ease more with each release until I’m sprawled in defeat across the hides of my nest.
Forgetting all about my wound, I watch as she pulls off her undergarments, climbs on top of me, and grabs my appendage. Lining it up with her smaller human hole, she slowly slides down over me, bit by bit. I close my eyes with a groan, seeding her deeply with more of my spill, knowing she will be safe from it quickening.
Tight, hot, and wet, I have never felt more complete than when she is on me.
She works me, taking control and rides me until every nerve in my body is ringing with pleasure and I am overcome with her soft moans and hitching whimpers. Feeling her come, wringing my cock with her tight sheath, she loses herself in me as well, working her hips to have my knot rub all the right spots deep inside of her.
Time blurs with her on me, milking my body with hersmaller one writhing on top. For a time, it seems like I have left this world and have entered a dream.
“Sssssabrina,” I hiss her name long and roughly, closing my eyes and dropping my head back.
“Shhh.” She moans. “I’m working here.”
Much later on, I pet her hair as she rests in the crook of my arm, her leg draped over my middle. Craning my neck, I gaze behind me at the open tunnel, letting myself grow comfortable with leaving the only safe exit open for her.
Her body stirs and my fingers slow down upon her hair to see if she is awake.
Partially hooded eyes look back at me as her mouth opens wide into a yawn. With the red coloring on her lips having been wiped off, her dark-rimmed eyes peer at me with contentment. I hiss softly down at her, coiling my tailtip over her and caressing her flesh.
For a time, we lie there. And I, afraid to disturb her rest or send her fleeing, stare down at her lovely pale form lying next to mine.
