My Polly’s brows furrow with concern. “You don’t have any parent? Not at all?”
I snort softly. “Like all Trixikka, my mother is safe behind the Temple walls. This, I am glad of. It is my duty to protect her and all females. Those males whose seed is accepted by the Temple are often Protectors or Hunters. Both are dangerous parts to play. So it is not unusual for a youngling to lose his father.” I pause, sucking in a breath as I think back to my youth. “Losing my Caregiver was the hardest, I think. He was not built to be a Protector, nor did he have the mind of a wise Elder.” I find myself unthinkingly touching Polly’s side, holding her lightly as my thumb swipes back and forth over the swell of her hip. The action is a comfort.Sheis a comfort. “But he was a good male. A kind male. And I really think he loved us; his youngling charges.”
“What was his name?”
“Zynna.”
“Zynna,” Polly whispers my old Caregiver’s name back to me as she reaches up and places a palm on my chest. “I’m grateful to him for raising another good and kind man.”
A knot forms in my throat and I feel the need to clear it. Covering her hand on my chest with my own, I offer my mate a smile, pleased beyond measure when she gifts one back up at me.
“What else can you tell me about you?” she asks. I know she is talking of my character or my history, but with the way her eyes drop to my mouth and how her tongue peeks out to swipe along her bottom lip, my mind goeselsewhere.
“I can tell you that you make my cockso fucking hard, my Polly,” I tell her earnestly, watching her throat bob in a swallow as she blinks up at me. I lean closer. “I can tell you that I wouldvery much like for you to use me in this ‘face-sitting’ act I have heard of.”
Something passes over her expression. Something uncertain. “I don’t know, Aloryk. I’m kinda big for-”
“Ricky! Polly!” I hear Chaz-Titi call from outside my hut. My mate instantly tries to tug her hand away from my heart. Reflexively, my fingers curl around her, keeping her palm in place. “Ricky!Can you leave your girl alone for just a few minutes so she can come out and play? Dove’s about to start a yoga class!”
I clench my teeth and let out a low growl - which my Polly seems to think is funny, if her grin is anything to go by. “My mate is occupied playing withme,female!” I call back to my so-called-friend.
I can hear Chaz-Titi chuckling outside. “C’mon big guy!” she calls. “You can’t keep her all to yourself for the whole day!”
“I can!” I grumble in response, gathering my Polly in my arms and holding her tightly to my chest. “I will!”
She mumbles something into my skin, and I can feel her body jerking with laughter. I fail to see what is so amusing.
“Polleeeeee!” the female traitor whines outside. “you can play lovebirds later, come out and hang with the girls!”
“Alright, alright,” my mate says as she wriggles free of my grasp. She tries to leave the nest, gifting me with two of the swiftest brushes of her lips on mine. That will not do. My growl rumbles louder and my Polly yelps when my hand splays over her chest, pushing her back down to my nest with a little ‘hmph’ noise leaving her. “Alor-”
I pounce, devouring my name on her lips. The surprised little squeal at the back of her throat turns to a moan as my tongue pushes into her mouth. I keep the rules I’ve been told by the other females about consent present, but at the back of my mind. My Trixikka nature and Protector training means that Iboth want to keep my mate happy and safe, but I also want to dominate her like she were my prey. It is an odd combination for my mind to navigate. She wants to leave, and I want her to do what makes her happy.
But I also want to keep her here so I can taste her precious cunt.
I move my body to cover hers, loving how her soft curves feel against my hardened form. And especially loving how readily she parts her thighs to welcome me on top of her. When I move from her lips, mouthing, licking and nuzzling my way down her jaw to her neck, my Polly gives a little whimper, and the sound enflames me further.
Something happens to a Protector’s body when he hears that tell-tale grunt an opponent makes just as his strength starts to wane. It is a different pitch to all the others, like the fight is already over, and you have already bested him. I do not know if it is instinct, or the Goddesses guiding hands, but a Protector will hear that sound, and his body will move to finish his foe almost mindlessly.
That whimper does the same thing to my body.
Except, I do not move to attack my female - not in that sense, anyway.
“Aloryk,” my Polly moans. “Aloryk, I should-”
My mate gasps when I issue a quick nip to her flesh. Growling, I go back for more, pinning her to my nest with a bite to the slope where her neck meets her shoulder. It is not a hard bite, but it is firm enough to keep my pretty prey in place. My tail coils around her ankle and without thinking, I begin to rock my hips against hers - an act that feels so natural even though I have never once done such a thing.
“Polly?” Chaz-Titi calls, slicing through the heavy haze that has descended upon me. “You coming, girl?”
“Oh, God, probably,” my mate answers on a moan, her own hips now moving in time with mine.
“Damn, Ricky’s got some moves, then, huh?” the female responds. Why is she still talking? Why is she still here? I growl louder, hoping she will get the hint.
She does not.
“Because in my experience,” Chaz-Titi continues, “these guys get all over-excited and then it’s finished before it’s even started, you know? They’re like big, eager puppy-dogs with wings, muscles andabsolutely massivedic-”
“Uh-huh, Chastity?” my Polly says breathily, interrupting the female as she writhes beneath me.
