So maybe I will bite him after all.
I'm still breathing hard through my nose as he watches me. Here in the dark, the pretty little pulsing stars on his skin are the only source of light and those ones on his temple are fizzing and whirling like tiny little fireworks. The ones on his chest are burning a gorgeous riot of colors, their glow so bright compared to the others that they're casting rainbows up onto his face, and probably mine too.
For some reason, Mavyx's breathing is labored as well, even though it washimthat snuck up onme, and not the other way around. His large chest expands and deflates against mine with every breath. I'm keenly aware of the fact that I'm not only bare from the waist up, but my skin is all wet and slippery, too.
His hand is still clamped over my mouth even though I know he can tell there's no danger of me screaming the village down now. His other hand... his other hand spans my back and I can feel his thumb brushing up and down across my skin in a soothing motion.
Except, it's not soothing me at all.
Mavyx's eyes dart between mine as he holds me, and I watch as his tongue comes out to wet his lips before he swallows, his throat bobbing with the movement. And then, slowly, oh, so slowly, I feel something brush against my calf, once, twice, while he watches me. His tail eventually spirals around my leg possessively and Mavyx lets out a ragged breath of relief that fans my face like he'd expected me to kick his tail away.
What is happening? Somewhere in my mind, a little rational voice is screaming at me to wriggle out of his grasp, but his nearness is so intoxicating. I feel wrapped up in him, his huge frame bending over mine, his strong arms folding me into him, and his massive wings arching over us both. It makes me feel like his prey that he'd just swooped down upon and now he's about to devour.
That rational voice is rapidly getting drowned out by my libido because the tighter Mavyx holds onto me, the more I imagine it this way as he fucked me - maybe even with his hand over my mouth then, too, to muffle my screams.
My heart quickens and there's that familiar hot feeling between my legs when I picture the scenario. How he could hold me down, how hard he could thrust into me with that big body of his.
Mavyx's nostrils flare and he closes his eyes as a pained groan escapes him. "Ah-Lanah," he moans, his voice so deep, I can feel it where our chests are pressed together.
No one hasevermoaned my name quite like that. It makes my toes curl.
"Female, if you don't want me to fly you back up to the Mother Cave, then I suggest you alter your scentright now."
I mumble a protest from behind the hand that's still clamped over my mouth, swiping my tongue across my lips when he finally releases me, his golden eyes tracking the movement. "I can't alter my scent," I whisper, "it's your fault for swooping down and grabbing me like this."
Mavyx's golden stare darts from between my eyes and mouth. "I should...nothave grabbed you?" His head tilts slightly at the question and there's a curious sort of rhythmic rumbling in his chest.
No - you should absolutely have grabbed me!The horny little voice in my brain yells.You can grab me any time you like!
I shake my head and give his chest a gentle push - a signal for him to let me go.
When he does, I remember belatedly that I'm topless. With a yelp, I cover the girls as best I can, but - well - I've been'blessed in the chest'since the tender age of fourteen, and keeping them under control using only my arms and hands is a struggle. I feel like I'm spilling out all over the place.
Mavyx stands there, his every bit of attention on me and I can't help but notice that there's a whole host of those little skin-stars of his that are making a bee-line for that monster he's bound to have under that loincloth. Absently, I wonder if I could track one. If one of his little lights could blossom at his temple and race its way down his angular jaw to his throat, float over the hard planes of his muscled chest, and skip its merry way through the valleys of those washboard abs. Would that same star run down the cut of his hipbones towards the promised lands of his-
A little too late, I realize that we're both just standing here eye-fucking each other; me, wondering about chasing his stars and him with his eyes glued to where I'm trying to keep my boobs under control. I turn away and clear my throat. "Um, a little privacy while I try to wash, please?"
"Sorry."
When I glance over my shoulder at him, Mavyx is rubbing at the back of his neck. It's a gesture so vulnerable and un-Mavyx-like that somehow it makes my tummy flip.
"Are you feeling better this night?" he asks, averting his eyes. "has the...daybreak sicknesspassed?"
I smother a chuckle at his bastardization of 'morning sickness' and try to readjust the handfuls of boob in my grasp. "Tessa told you all about pregnancy, huh?" Moving to pick up my discarded pj top, I realize I'm hampered. Both mine and Mavyx's gaze drops at the same time to where his tail is still coiled around my ankle. I'd forgotten he'd done that.
Clearing his throat, Mav releases his grasp on my ankle making the skin there feel oddly cold. "Yes," he answers quietly. "She told me all about the...ah," when I turn, now fully clothed, his eyes are firmly on my stomach area. He licks at his lips and continues absently, "swellingand... um..." his gaze has moved up to my now clothed breasts. "...tenderness."
Even more of those little lights zoom down his taut abdomen to disappear into his loincloth and if I didn't know any better, I'd put bets on Mr. Second Spear here recently discovering he has a pregnancy kink.
"Anything else?" I ask, one brow raised.
Swallowing, Mavyx drags his gaze back up to my face. "Hor-moons," he blurts.
"Hor-moons?" I repeat, scrunching my brow, “you mean hormones?” I ask, voice low and gentle. Mavyx nods, watching me take a step into his personal space. I practically crane my neck to look up at him but God, why do I want him to crush my body up against his again? Why do I want him to wrap me in those huge, powerful arms? Why do I want to lick those crazy, sexy little skin-stars of his?
Hormones.
Hormones - that's why. The very thing he'd just mentioned.
