"Like when you fill your seed pots for me," I whisper. "I'd like to watch you, too."
The big guy grunts in acknowledgment and one of his hands makes its way south, the other still keeping my wrist captive above my head. "This is-" his words break off into a low growl before he tries again. "This is what you want?" he asks, muscle in his bicep flexing in a slow rhythm as he strokes his cock, matching my pace. "This is not too much for not-mates?"
I lick my lips and shake my head. "No, this is perfect."
"Perfect," he agrees with a growl, his golden predators eyes honed in on me while he leisurely jerks off above me.
Our breaths are heavy as we stare at one another, pulses electrifying while I'm fascinated by every little movement of his, and he's the same with me. I've never been looked at like this, like I'm the center of someone's...everything. As if the other person couldn't possibly look away in case it all wasn't real. In case it was all a dream.
And what a fucking dream.
"Ah-Lanah," Mavyx groans, and it's the hottest noise I've ever heard. Shifting his hips brings us closer still, but still not completely flush. Occasionally, our knuckles brush where we touch ourselves together, sending a jolt of pleasure straight up my spine and making me breathless. He's not even touching my pussy directly and already this is the most erotic experience of my life.
Mavyx's tail winds around my ankle and his huge, black wings shudder, making all the little lights shake when our busy hands brush one another again. Slowly, experimentally, Mavyx lowers his hips until his knuckles constantly rest on the back of the hand between my legs. Lightning flashes outside but it doesn't even cause him to flinch, his whole world right now seems to be me. Matching his own movements with mine, the fingers bound around the wrist above my head twitch as he watches my face. "Too much touching?" he asks, the heated flesh of the tip of his cock now resting on my lower belly.
I lick my lips and shake my head.
"Good," he grunts, jerking his cock in time with me. "I'm going to paint you with my seed, little mate," he growls, "would you like that?"
Whimpering, I can't do anything but nod and quicken the pace of my movements, slipping two fingers lower, pushing into my pussy. The noise they begin to make as I fuck myself under Mavyx's rapt gaze is obscene.
Sucking in a breath, he stills, and it's a heartbeat or two before he asks, "is your little cunt wet, Ah-Lanah?"
I nod frantically.
"I did not know that would happen."
"It's-it's so you could-" my movements still, slight embarrassment creeping in.
Mavyx assess me, his temples overrun with glimmering skin-stars before a small spark of realization lights his eyes. "Your cunt becomes wet to welcome my cock?"
Pressing my lips together I nod. Mavyx growls into the side of my head, burying his face in my hair. "Then do not stop, little, vulnerable female," he says, keeping his hand still now and thrusting his hips instead, fucking his hand between my legs. "Let me hear it, let me imagine it. We can imagine it together, can't we?"
I whimper and nod again. There's nothing else for me to do except pant and fuck myself, loving how even though he's the inexperienced party in this, he's the one taking control. He doesn't have a fucking clue what he's doing, but he's willing to somehow be guided by me but guide me too.
Hitching my leg higher on his hip, my body continues to make obscene noises which Mavyx thrusts in time with. He groans and presses his lips to the side of my face. "That is my new favorite sound," he confesses, "second only to when you whine my name."
"Mavyx."
"Yes,little female. Are you imagining it, Ah-Lanah? Are you imagining taking all of me? Your beautiful body would give my cock a perfect welcome, I'm sure," he murmurs, making me arch up into him and mewl like a damn cat in heat, my hand speeding up, thundering me closer and closer to that finish line of pleasure.
"Keep talking," I gasp. Mavyx's hold on the wrist above my head tightens but it only heightens absolutely everything going on in my body.
"The Goddesses molded you just for me, Ah-Lanah," he murmurs, thrusting on top of me. "Aperfectmate,aperfectlittle female with aperfectlittle cunt all for me. Imagine it with me. Imagine me pinning you down like this and playing with you, toying with you and filling you with my cock. You would like that, wouldn't you, my star? You would like being at my mercy like my prey where I could do anything I wanted to your perfect little body."
His words don't just tip me over the edge, they violently shove me until I'm freefalling into blissful oblivion. I see supernovas behind my eyelids, my body seizes up in pleasure while a delicious liquid heat seeps into every corner of my being while sobbing his name, dotted in sweat and panting like I've just run a marathon.
Just when I'm on the cusp of coming down from my orgasmic high, I distantly notice Mavyx has let go of the grip on his cock and instead has grabbed the hand between my legs and brought it to his mouth. It's not until my own cloud of sexual ecstasy starts to clear that I realize the big guy is gripping my wrist, hungrily sucking on my fingers and groaning around the digits while his huge black wings shudder above us and between our bodies, his cock spurts his hot, sticky -and sparkly- release all over me.
CHAPTER 19: MAVYX
I clean my seed from Ah-Lanah's skin with the softest hide I could find and a bucket, newly filled from the storm. The rains continue, but they are gentle to the lands now, falling to nourish, not punish like the Goddesses themselves were hurling the rains at us in anger. Ah-Lanah is quiet and watches me as I work. It makes me wonder if she regrets what had just occurred between us.
I do not.
That was the single most exciting thing I have ever been a part of -ever. The ache in my heart-stars is still there, but it feels warm and welcome. We had not mated, I had not thrust my cock into her beautiful cunt like I have come to learn happens between mates. And, even if she had permitted me to do so, we are still not-mates, she need not worry. We are not-mates until she decides otherwise.
Her silence stings like a thorn in my tail though. What is she thinking? Is she angry at me for coming to her while she was doing something private and asking to watch? If she is, I wish she'd just start shouting or hissing like a blue-tailed cat. Just...something.
