This demands all of my attention.
"Sorry," I murmur.
Her answering giggle is light and echoes around the steam-filled cavern. "Just hold onto my hips," Ah-Lanah suggests, positioning my hands where she wants them.
Then she stills.
"Just use me," she says, gripping the stone edge of the pool.
My fingers twitch against her beautiful, brown star-less skin. "Use you?"
"Move me the way you want. Do what feels good," she tells me, peering over her shoulder. "Show me how you'd fuck me."
I growl, gripping her hips, loving the way she is so willing to submit herself to me, allow me to 'move her the way I want'. Her trust in me alters me in some way, making me feral. This female could ask anything of me - she could ask for me to bring her the twin moons and find her a third. I would do it.
I pull her to me, my cock delving between her flesh and her rump jiggling with the impact.
I do it again, and again, and again. "Is there pleasure for you in this, my mate?" I ask, voice raw and harsh.
She whimpers and nods but does not answer in words. If I were to guess, I would think each pass of my cockhead is brushing against that sensitive bud - her clit - and my Ah-Lanah seems to like stimulation there very much.
Closing my eyes on a groan, I tip my head back before I spill my seed to thoughts of her enjoying me. "You are trying to kill me with pleasure, my star," I tell her, refocusing on the glorious task ahead of me. "You want me to use you, little female?" I ask, picking up the pace of my movements, now slamming into her as well as shifting her hips back and forth over my cock.
More whimpering and frantic nods.
The sloshing waters and the rhythmicplap plap plapof our bodies crashing together have an effect on me like no other sound, inspiring some kind of raw beast that I can feel building and building from somewhere dark and delicious.
"You are mine," the beast growls in my voice. Ah-Lanah moans and I can only assume my beast excites her. I start to thrust harder, faster - as she says, 'fucking her'. This is how I would fuck her should she ever deem me worthy of the act. I would fuck her like she's mine, because that is exactly what she is.
My wings flare wide and I can feel myself start to lose what little control I had to start with. "You aremy mate, Ah-Lanah," I snarl, hips thrusting, slapping into her beautiful behind. "Mine.Your cunt is mine to taste, your body is mine to use, isn't that right, little mate?" Saying the words out loud sends a thrill down my spine. Judging by the way she whines and arches her back, she likes to hear them too. "You like being mine, don't you, Ah-Lanah?"
"Mmmm."
I start to spurt at just the noises she makes - the noiseswemake together. Twin all of that with the sensation of being squeezed by Ah-Lanah's glorious thighs and it is all far too much. "Fuck," I hiss, screwing my eyes shut and stilling my thrusts, willing my cock to calm. I am not ready for this to be over so soon. I need more of this. I would do this the whole fucking night if my mate and my cock would allow.
But I just need a moment to compose-
Ah-Lanah allows me no such thing. She starts moving again, mimicking the pace I'd set before, throwing her rear back into me and reaching down with her hand to press my cock more firmly against her cunt.
I try to hold out. I really do. But Ah-Lanah... is Ah-Lanah.
"Fuuuuck," I utter through clenched teeth, gripping her hips even tighter and taking over again. She doesn't want to stop? I. Will. Not. Stop.
"Mavyx," she moans, muffling her cries in the crook of her arm, and I am lost.
I think I've been lost ever since I pulled her from the depths of the jungle to be honest.
CHAPTER 24: ALANA
"You never push for more," I comment idly, not looking up at him but instead concentrating on tracing his skin-stars like a cosmic, nonsensical dot-to-dot.
"What do you mean?"
We're currently laid out on the bundle of furs and hide Mavyx brings with us when we come here now, and I'm in my favorite spot; tucked up against him, my cheek to his chest, those heart-starsright there. "I mean you never ask to 'go all the way' - for full sex."
His fingers were softly trailing down my arm and back up to my shoulder only to repeat the path all over again. He'd been purring up a storm, too - which, I can't help but think is pretty damn cute. Both his fingers and his purr pause momentarily before he asks, "that is 'fucking', yes?"
I grin into his chest. "Yes."
