"What is'too far',my star?"
My mind scrambles. "Touching," I blurt, watching as his gaze absolutely devours me, igniting something so delicious in me that I feel like I've never in my life been as desired as I am right here, right now - never been as wanted, never been as needed, never been this horny in my whole damnlife. "Too muchtouching, at least," I breathe, eyes intent on Mavyx's lips, remembering his hungry kiss from earlier today. "Some touching could be..." I swallow hard, "...pleasant."
Mavyx grunts and leans forward, his huge frame powerful and dominating. "Just tell me what you want, Ah-Lanah. I will give it to you."
My teeth sink into the flesh of my lower lip. "I want you over me," I confess. "On top of me."
Mavyx's tail smooths around the back of my thighs. "Lay down, little not-mate," he tells me, sparking something low in my belly at his commanding tone. "Remove your coverings."
I do as I'm told while keeping eye contact, though Mavyx's hungry eyes take in all of me, and I swear I can feel his stare on every inch of my skin like he were mapping out my body with those huge hands of his.
Mav rids himself of his loincloth too, not that it was concealing much anymore - though, those strong, tree-trunk thighs he reveals look good enough to ride, too. He's got a leather strap banding the thickness of one thigh that houses a wicked-looking dagger along the corded muscle of his leg. It's the only item that remains on Mavyx's body, and for some reason, my girl-parts like that little detail very much.
We remain watching each other as he positions himself on the nest with me -over me- not touching a great deal as he braces his weight on his forearm by my head, raindrops rolling off of him to tickle my heated skin. "Your so big," I whisper, my breath fanning over his collarbone, causing a burst of delicate violet skin-stars to come to life.
"And you like big," Mavyx rumbles, his purr revving up above me. "...too much."
He's teasing me, but I don't mind it. He's right. I never knew I was a size queen, but these Trixikka will do that to a girl. Well,thisparticular Trixikka will do that to me, at least. "Shut up and flare your wings," I tell him, my voice more hoarse than could be considered commanding, but by the way Mavyx complies straight away, I find I don't care.
"So that I seem even bigger?"
I wet my lips and stare up at him. "Yes. And it makes me feel small and... vulnerable." The words are out of my mouth before I've even had time to fully process them, like this is the first time I'm realizing what I like, too.
"You want to feel vulnerable?"
"Maybe," I whisper and I swear Mavyx's answering growl makes my nipples start to tingle. "Maybe I want to feel vulnerable with someone I could trust to never take advantage of that. Can I trust you, Mavyx?"
Mavyx gathers both my wrists in one of his big hands, raises them over my head and pins them to the nest - all without breaking the heated way his golden eyes are boring into mine. "Always," he tells me, "always, Ah-Lanah."
After I give a little nod of my head, Mavyx shifts above me, nudging my knees apart with his own. "Open your legs for me, little female."
My breath hitches in my throat, but I comply, feeling utterly open to him and at this huge predator's mercy now. But I trust him. I trust him enough that I squash that little voice that wants to remind him to keep touching to a minimum.
Or maybe I'm hoping he'll forget that altogether?
Mavyx groans and buries his nose into my hair at the side of my head. "You smell so fucking good," he growls, taking a big drag of air through his nose. Pulling away, he uses his finger to tilt my chin up to look at him. "You tell me what is too much, my star," he says before that hand leaves my chin and the next thing I feel is the feather-soft touch of the pad of Mavyx's middle finger circling one of my puckered nipples. "These are a problem," he comments as I suck in a breath.
"They are?" I ask breathlessly.
He nods. "I was told your body would change, but nothing could prepare a male for how distracting those changes would be. But then again, you've been nothing but a distraction since the Goddesses gave you to me."
The part of my brain that wants to protest at what he just said dies a quick and efficient death by the hands of the rest of my brain - the part that wants to get off.Now.
It's the same part of my mind that is currently sweeping all the remaining shreds of feminism I have left under the carpet, packing them into forgotten cupboards, and stuffing them down the back cushions of the couch.
Fuck it.
The Goddessesgaveme to him if that's what he wants to believe.
Now, what is he going to do about it?
I whine and arch my back, pushing my chest into his, my arms remaining pinned above my head. Mavyx's skin is hot to touch, the muscle beneath taut, and now there's a fresh new explosion of stars dancing across his body. The monster between his legs prods at my hip, the contact making him hiss and hold himself stiff above me. Mavyx's jaw goes tight as his eyes search mine and I'm reminded that he's never done anything like this beforewith anyone. The thought is an intoxicating one.
Hastily, he releases one of my hands and guides it by the wrist down, down, down. "Touch your cunt for me, Ah-Lanah," Mavyx demands, voice ragged with need. "I want to watch you play with it."
I do as I'm told, but slowly, torturously so, as Mav stares down between our bodies, his lip caught between his teeth and his purr vibrating from his chest. "You, too," I whine, rubbing slow circles around my sensitive clit. "Touch yourself for me, Mavyx."
For a second he looks puzzled, tiny skin-stars dancing at his temples.
