“Yeah?”
“Can we maybe have this conversation l-later?”
There is laughter outside my hut. “Sure, girl. Enjoy yourself! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
I release my bite and raise my head to see my mate with her eyes closed as her tongue rolls out to wet her lips. “Mm-hm, bye!” She says the words for Chaz-Titi’s benefit, but they are spoken in such a faw, quiet voice, there is no way the other female had heard them. I do not think my Polly cares, though. She looks just as distracted by the friction of our bodies as I am.
“You’re making that scent again, little female,” I tell her, rumbling the words into the side of her face as I nuzzle her there.
“What scent?”
“It smells like… need,” I tell her, drinking it in, letting my Polly cloud my head with a pleasant dizziness. “It smells like my femaleneeds me.”
Polly’s teeth sink into the plump flesh of her bottom lip, but that same whimper as before slips out again. Her eyes are still closed as she nods.
That one little nod is all it takes for my hips to start rolling faster, rubbing my cock against her in a way that truly sendssparks of pure pleasure all over my body. I nip at her neck once more, loving the way she tilts her head, inviting me further, submitting her body to me,her mate. “Tell me what you need,” I growl in her ear.
“I… I need youinside me, Aloryk,” she whispers, her hands gripping onto my biceps. “Please. I really think it might help your heart-stars.”
The very thought of my little female welcoming my cock into her lush, warm body is almost enough to make me spill my seed right here and now, all over my lovely Polly’s soft stomach. The image that presents in my mind is a tempting one, marking her with my seed.
I shift my hips forward in a particularly rough thrust - one that makes her moan and grip onto me tighter. “But…oh, God,” she groans, giving me a gentle push to relent. I pull back, gazing down at the little Goddess panting beneath me. “Aloryk, I want you, but you’re… you’re really big. We need to go slow and make sure I’m…prepared.”
I nod my head and stroke a hand down her hair, moving to cup her delicate human jaw. She is so small in comparison to me - so precious. And I must not forget this. “I do not want to hurt you,” I admit. “Tell me what to do.”
“I… uh…” her adorable little brows scrunch and her cheeks redden further as she wets her lips, her gaze averting from mine. “Well… I need to get wet… likereallywet, to be able to…” I watch as she swallows. “… take you…there.” My Polly gestures toward her sacred cunt.
My mind races with the limited knowledge I have of what produces that kind of reaction in my Polly - to‘get her wet’,as she puts it. It is not extensive knowledge, by any means, but I vow to myself that I will learn all the ways to accomplish this goal as I grin down at her, recalling one way in particular.
Quickly, I hold my female tightly as I flip our positions, causing a little yelp to escape my female. Briefly, I feel a bolt of pain shoot through my injured wing, but I am more than willing to ignore this in favor of what I have in mind. I do not think my discomfort shows as my smile only broadens while I enjoy laying here beneath her. “Seat yourself on my face,” I tell her. “Let my tongue prepare you for my cock.”
“I-” she looks at me, unsure. “I’m too heavy for that, Aloryk. I’d suffocate you.”
I scoff at that. “Youarenot, and youwillnot. And even if you did, I cannot think of a better way to join the Promised Lands,” I tell her, my hands skimming up her beautifully soft thighs as they frame my flanks. “In fact, when it is my time, I will beg for you to show mercy, and smother me with your lovely cunt.”
Her mouth hangs open at my words, only for it to shut abruptly, and a blush starts to bloom down my Polly’s neck. “But… your wings-”
“I promise to tell you if I am hurting, or in danger of death. Do not make me beg, female,” I say, swatting her behind with a flick of my tail. “Get up here.”
Shakily, she nods, standing so that she can shuffle out of the coverings of her lower half. When she seats herself back down on me, I can feel the warmth of her promised cunt on my lower stomach, my skin-stars racing to inspect the newly bared contact.
“This, also,” I tell her, tugging on the edge of her top covering. “Show me everything, my Polly.”
She worries her bottom lip but then nods, crossing her arms to grip the cloth and pull it up and over her head.
And there she is, my Polly in all her wonderfully soft glory.
“You are…” a short breath leaves my lungs as I take in the whole of her. How could I ever find the right words for how exquisite she is? She is… like the gentle colors of a dawn sky, likethe sparkle of dancing moonflies at midnight, like how the suns bathe the mountains in warm sunlight. And all this -all of her- is for me? The Goddesses surely have blessed me the most out of all my Trixikka brothers.
I watch as my Polly glances down, turning shy, now that I am gaping up at her like a fool. Reaching up, I tuck some of her hair behind her ear. “You are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen,” I tell her. For it is true.
She looks at me a moment, chewing her lip adorably. “You sure you want me to sit on your face?”
“More than anything,” I grin back up at her.
And as she starts to shimmy herself up my body, I try desperately to tamper down the urge to spill my seed again.
Chapter 22 - Polly
