"Yes, that," I say, deciding to waste no time at all.
Pushing him to fall onto my nest is easy because the big guy is very visibly eager for what I'm about to show him.
I know he won't completely forget about the words I'd let slip, but distracting him like this is a whole lot of fun - especially when I soon have him panting and whimpering my name, begging;saying 'please'a thousand times over just for me to continue to suck on that pretty light up cock of his.
I'm barely hitting my stride, when Mavyx lets out a growl - though this one carries a note of warning. "I swear to all the Goddesses in all the Temples," he grits out, one huge hand massaging the back of my neck as I twirl my tongue around the tip of him. "If you come into this hut, I will gut you, Rynn," Mav finishes as he's sat, hunched over where I'm kneeling between his thick thighs, licking up and down his hard length.
Wait. What?
I stop and pull away, making him whine in protest. But that's when I hear it; the sound of footsteps pulling up short not far from my hut.
"Is that any way to speak to your High Spear, brother?" Rynn calls from outside, accompanied by a giggle that can only have come from Serena.
Oh, my God, They're going to come in here and catch me on my knees.
I make a move to get away but the hold Mavyx has on the back of my neck becomes firm. "Ah-Lanah," he groans, "I will perish if you do not continue."
I can't help but snort at that before I’m quickly covering my mouth and hoping that Serena and Rynn can't hear me. "You're being over-dramatic," I whisper.
"I am being exactly the right amount of dramatic," he claims, those strong fingers of his massaging the nape of my neck, making me feel all relaxed and kitten-like. "I am being under-dramatic, even."
"We'll come back later!" Serena calls cheerily from the other side of my wall.
Covering my face, I mutter into my hands, "oh, God, that was so fucking embarrassing!"
The strong grip around the back of my neck disappears and I have Mavyx, tilting my head up from beneath my chin instead. "There is nothing embarrassing about a female giving her mate the best blowing job in all the lands."
I can't help the smirk that forms on my lips. "How do you know it's the best?"
"Because it is you, Ah-Lanah," Mav says. "Yourlittle mouth," he continues gruffly, his thumb coming up to trace my lips. "Yourlittle tongue." I part my lips and his thumb enters my mouth, gently pushing my tongue down until I close my mouth around his thick digit and suck. "The scent of your pretty little cunt getting wet surrounding me. Yes, it isthe best, Ah-Lanah. Nothing could be better."
Well then.
It isn't until after - after I have him whimpering, and pleading, groaning intelligible, filthy encouragement while his muscles strain from the effort in keeping his hips still, stopping himself from fucking my mouth -after all that,and after I try my best to handle the sheer amount of cum my big guy produces, that I remember something Serena had told me weeks and weeks ago.
"I can't go out like this," I mutter, holding my arms out and marveling at the little stars of multi-colored light dotted all over my skin.
Mavyx raises up onto his elbows from where he'd completely collapsed after my stellar performance at a'blowing job'. "Why not?" he asks, a faint grin threatening the corners of his mouth while he looks me over from head to toe. "I like this very much."
I'd forgotten.
It had utterly slipped my mind that this would happen - that if a Trixikkafinishesinside you, you get a case of the temporary twinkles, too!
"I bet you do," I huff, trying and failing to do up the lower buttons on my pink pajama top - the ones that stretch over my ever-growing baby bump. "I might as well be walking around with a big neon sign over my head;I just swallowed his sparkly baby gravy!"
"I have heard rumor that it also happens when a female allows her male to-" He's eying the juncture of my thighs and of course I know what he means, but I don't dignify that with an answer. Instead, I try to level him with my best'you're not helping'look.
And judging by how quickly he leaps to his feet, I would say it had worked. He towers over me, big and impressive, but I stand there like a petulant child with my arms crossed over my chest. Gently, Mavyx lifts one hand to start swirling a soft finger-pad delicately over the skin of my arm, causing ripples of skin stars to glitter out in the wake of his touch.
"You only like it because it's like you've left a claiming mark on me," I say in a quiet, hoarse voice.
Mavyx's golden eyes flick up to mine briefly before dropping back down to the idle skin-star patterns he's drawing on my arm. He grunts quietly, but that's all I get out of him before his hand lowers, hovering over my protruding belly.
"Do I have permission to touch you here, female?"
Such a ridiculous question considering I was riding this giant bird-man's face this morning. But I appreciate it, nonetheless. I nod my head for him to continue, loving the way he makes me feel almost...precious. Not taken for granted in any way.
I appreciate that.
