My big, powerful predator sucks in a breath that hisses over his teeth. "Your...cunt," he says, voice strained like he's holding back one of those toe-curling groans of his. "It-it is...so soft and warmand... dripping with your nectar... Zahreenah."
I slide myself slowly forward and back against his length, idly playing with his feather, trailing it over my breasts and down my stomach while Rynn watches me raptly. His heart-stars are pulsing so bright, but all over his body, those little lights are going crazy here in the dim of his nest. "I'm wet down there because my man got me all excited," I tell him.
And that seems to do something for my guy because the next thing I know, his hands grip my thighs on either side of him as his huge wings shudder and spurt after spurt of cum coats Rynn's stomach and chest. I'm stunned momentarily. I hadn't realized he was ready to go again so soon after coming the last time and I can't help the chuckle I let slip as he's catching his breath. "Again?"
"You feel too good against me," Rynn pants, a big, muscular arm slung over his eyes like he’s just run a marathon. He removes his arm to look at me when he must feel that I've reached for my nightshirt to wipe away his cum from his skin. "You do not need to -"
"You can wash it for me," I tell him with a grin. "Besides, I can't brace myself on your chest if you're all sticky... unless-" I look down between my legs, sliding my wetness up and down his twitching length one more time. "Unless you're done for the night?" He doesn't feel done, he's still hard as a rock. But then again, he's come twice, and most guys-
My thoughts are broken off by a growl and I yelp as Rynn flips us so that I'm on my back with him over me again. "I will never bedonewith you, little-light," he says, sliding his hard cock through my slick pussy. "Show me what I must do to please my mate."
Reaching down, I grasp his length in my hand, placing the head of him at my entrance. "Go slow, baby," I tell him. Rynn sucks in a breath and begins to push forward. He breaches my pussy and I welcome the sting of the stretch. We both watch as he slowly pushes and pulls, sinking a little deeper each time. I know he must be fascinated having never seen this before, but for my part, I can't seem to look away either. He'sso big. And he's making me feelso full. I go a little dizzy watching him stretch me, his thick shaft coming away coated with my arousal when he withdraws only to push back in again, lights and delicious ridges and all. My head falls back with a whimper and instantly Rynn pauses to look at me. His arms are straining where he holds himself above my body, the veins becoming prominent and his wings shaking behind him.
Those skin-stars of his dance by his temples again. "Am I hurting you?" he whispers, voice low and harsh. "I will stop if I am hurting you, Zahreenah."
"No, " I choke. "Don't stop."
It takes a while, but when he's fully seated inside me, Rynn shudders all over, like his body doesn't know what to do with the new sensations he's experiencing. His eyes are screwed shut and his skin-stars race up and down his abdomen to where we're joined. "This-" his voice breaks off in a groan when I experimentally move against him. "This isn't right," he says, shaking his head. His eyes are still closed as he starts slowly gliding in and out of me, the stretch and his ridges feelingamazing. "Nothing should feelthisgood. This is -Goddess-" he chokes, opening his eyes and burning his turquoise gaze directly into me. "You are aGoddess, Zahreenah, I’m sorry… I-... I have to-" His thrusts start picking up, jostling me beneath him and making me whine. Rynn only growls, starting to move faster,harder. "You aremyGoddess," he snarls, his thick fingers sinking into my hair and gripping some in his fist as though he means to pin me to his bed while he takes me. "Mine."
My back arches and I make the horniest God-damn noise that's ever left my throat - and, as someone who made a living mewling like a cat in heat for paying clients, that's saying something. But Rynn is big and powerful, and somehow manages to reverently worship my bodyandpound me into his nest at the same time. It doesn't matter that he's a big ol' virgin. It doesn't matter that he's not even my species. It doesn't even matter when he starts to lose his rhythm, his thrusts becoming desperate and erratic. I love every generous, thick inch my guy gives me.
Just as I think I'm on the cusp of something delicious, Rynn pants my name in a strained breath, his wings stiffening and spreading wide, that tail of his tightening around my calf. He pulls out of me so abruptly I almost wail at the loss. His hot cum splashes over my chest, accompanied by the sexiest, guttural groan I think I've ever heard. For a brief moment, I'm disappointed he wasn't still inside me when he'd done that - when he'd jerked and grunted his release. I was about to tip over the edge, and we could have soared together. So stupid. I'd asked him not to, and to his credit, my big, virgin alien complied, despite this being his first time and, judging by his skin-stars, he was off-the-charts excited about it too. No, admittedly, the thought of Rynn losing all control and filling me up does turn me on, but I need to get a damn grip! I don't know if our species are compatible biologically. All I know is that I want to do that again, and often. And, judging by the way Rynn is looking at me like he's just seen Jesus, so does he.
"Zahreenah," he says, panting, hands stroking up and down my inner thighs, sending tingles in their wake. "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."
I'm about to tell him that of course he thinks that; I'm covered in his cum. Typical man. I guess some things remain the same, no matter what galaxy you’re in. But then he dips his thumb into his sparkly seed, swirling it along the skin of my quivering belly. Scooping more, Rynn presses the pad of that now-slick thumb over my clit to begin rubbing in circles and my head completely empties of all other thoughts as he works me up again.
Chapter 23
RYNN
I have been as close to the Promised Land as any Trixikka whose heart still beats a Protector's rhythm in his chest has ever been. My Zahreenah took me there when she welcomed my cock into her divine body. Into that sweet, delicious 'cunt' of hers. I have never felt bliss like it and as soon as it was done, I wanted to experience it again and again. Last night, my Zahreenah had let me clean my seed from her, and hold her, indulging me in more of her mouth-on-mouth kissing. I enjoy her mouth-on-mouth very much, but soon, I was begging my little-light to allow me the pleasure of mouth-on-cunt kissing again. To my delight, she granted it, but was visibly tired once she'd shouted my name and gripped onto my hair, rubbing her sweet, slick flesh against my eager tongue. I had wanted to experience the feel of her warmth around my cock again, but my mate needed sleep, so I'd tucked her tiny frame against mine, curling around her feeling more content than I ever have.
When the twin suns were starting to rise, the daylight young and spilling into my hut, I awoke to Zahreenah putting her little female mouth on my neck, making me shudder with swipes of her tongue and grazes of her blunt teeth. She pushed me onto my back and I, mighty High Spear of my tribe that I am, was rendered powerless against her. My mate had expressed a desire to 'ride me' and I hadn't known what that meant initially.
I soon came to understand.
And I would happily be utterly powerless for my mate again and again.
We had washed each other with my basin of water and Zahreenah put on a covering that one of the other females had fashioned for her, since hers was still filthy with my seed. I had never spilled my seed on anything but an offering pot before - had never felt the urge to. I have many urges now and told my mate so. She gives me a smile that I have not seen before. One just for me, with eyes twinkling full of promise. If it were up to me, I'd drag her back to my nest and we'd feel that bliss together again. But I am High Spear, and there are still more females out there in need of protection.
We approach the female's hut together and I like the way my Zahreenah places her soft little female hand into my larger, rougher one. It is an effort not to watch her as we walk and it's a wonder I don't walk straight through the tribe's fire. I feel like I'm soaring with exhilarating winds whipping past my feathers, even with my feet still on solid ground.
The severe expression on my Second Spear's face does a good job of grounding me as we near. He nods in greeting to both me and my mate, wasting no time in stepping aside to allow my little-light to enter the hut with the other females. Zahreenah squeezes my hand once, twice, and then lets it go, leaving me with a soft smile before she enters the hut. After a beat or two, Mavyx clears his throat. "News from Zarriko's tribe has traveled here this day." That straightens my spine and surely wipes the mate-induced grin from my face. "They found another female. Or rather, she found them if the report is true. Zarriko's messenger told us this one is called 'Dove'...andthat they have lost her again."
"Lost her?"
Mavyx grunts and nods. "She came from the forest, seemingly unharmed and well-fed. Just walked right up to a tribe member. Zarriko's people gave her the trans-late-tor and a few days after that, she... disappeared."
I blow out a long breath. What exactly does that mean? Was she taken by a group of mimyckah? A shadow-wing? Those possibilities light a fire in my belly, a snarl threatening to break free. How dare anyone endanger a female?! And how dare Zarriko's tribe allow this to happen. In the past I've thought scornful thoughts about the males of Zahreenah's home, knowing they allowed their females to be taken. I thought them weakling, unworthy males to have lost these precious creatures. But now, even the protection of a Trixikka tribe isn't enough to keep them safe? My skin blazes with a need to barrel into the female's hut and curl my arms, tail, and wings right around my mate. I would rip the lungs right from the chest of any male or creature who tried to take her from me.
"It is unsettling knowledge," Mavyx grunts, shaking me out of my current thoughts, but not cooling the need one little bit. By the way he eyes the entrance to that hut, with his mate inside too, I know he feels the same. Inside, I can hear the females chatting happily. Something about someone being a 'nurse' and that being helpful. I do not know what it means, but it is pleasing to our females, so I am glad. "I fear we are neglecting our Temple, and the Goddesses are punishing us for it."
Again, my Second Spear steals my attention away from the females inside the hut. I say nothing, urging him to continue.
"With this female disappearing, they are showing us that what they give, they can just as quickly take away," he says. "The females are a gift. But since the day they were gifted to us, we have not made offerings. Our male's everyday focus has been on the females." He gestures to the growing collection of seed pots, collecting outside the female's hut. Practically the whole tribe continues to leave their offerings in the hopes that a female will accept him and ignite his heart-stars. He is right. Soon, we will run out of clay to make pots, by the looks of things.
High laughter rings out from inside the female's hut, a temptation too great for both me and my Second Spear to deny. Temporarily, we abandon talks of Temples and offerings and just stand, wing-to-wing, listening to the wonderful sound of happy females. The noise is only slightly less alluring than the sound of my mate screaming my name while I tongue and suckle that fleshy bud nestled at the top of her pu-say. I do not say this to Mavyx, though. It would only draw out that sour mood of his since his female has not let him lick her cunt yet.
