The muscle in Kiahn’s jaw ticks as he stares at me, but he carries out my instruction. His bicep bulges where he moves to take his cock in his hand, the other flexing around my throat. I keep my fingers gliding around and around my clit as I watch his slow movements. I can’t see anything clearly beneath the water, but with the way the surface starts to slosh around us in a particular rhythm, I know he’s obeying my request.
“You will wear the finest of collars when we arrive at Xaavia, little human,” he proclaims, his gaze devouring me as his thumb slowly swipes back and forth along the line of my jaw. His eyes quickly flit down to where my nipples sometimes peek above the water’s surface with our movements. Groaning, Kiahn’s head drops back again, but he continues talking. “It will be designed with gold, the newest systems in breeding technology,”he pauses, taking in a ragged breath, “and… encrusted with Goddess gems…. the highest grade glowstones from the capital… everyone will know you are my bride.”
“Is this normally how you do dirty talk?” I ask, grinning when his movements beneath the water pauses, and his head pops back up to look at me again, “by telling the girls what you’re going to buy them?”
Prince Kiahn blinks at me, his gaze dropping briefly to my chest and then back up again. “Is it working?”
I can’t help but smirk at that. Once again, I never thought I’d be into that kind of thing, what with normally being pretty damn independant, but…well…yeah. “Kinda,” I admit, jerking my chin at him while my eyes fall to the distorted view of him touching himself below the water. “Keep going.”
His bicep starts to move rhythmically again, and I start matching his pace with my own touch between my legs. “You want me to tell you of how I am going to spoil you, little Niska?” he asks, his voice low and raspy. God, why is he so hot? He’s so big, and powerful, and dangerous. His black ridged horns sweep back along his head, ending in two, sharp looking points, only serving to remind me how different we are.
And I like it.
Maybe more than I should.
“Tell me,” I nod, my gaze boring into Kiahn’s like a challenge.
He huffs out a breath through his nose, his lips parting, showing me a hint of his sharp fangs as he stares right back while stroking his cock.
“Are you gonna look after me, Kiahn?”
“Yes,” he chokes out. “Let me. Let me provide you with everything you would ever wish for.”
Why do I like this so much? My tongue rolls out to wet my lips, and I’m pleased to witness Kiahn’s eyes catch on the movement as he watches me, raptly. “And what else do you wantto do?” I ask, shifting my body closer in his lap, our busy hands bumping into each other while we pleasure ourselves. Kiahn pauses again, sucking in a breath at the contact - the back of my hand to his knuckles. So I press closer still, giving him a look and a nod that I hope conveys to him that I want him to match my movements.
He flexes his grip around my throat, and I wonder for a moment whether this is the line that he won’t cross. Is he going to put a halt to this just as that deliciously tingly feeling of oncoming bliss starts to build between my thighs?
Instead, he shifts beneath me, moving forward a little so that I can wriggle further up his lap in return, my thighs now bracketing his hips and our individual pleasure now pressed more firmly together. His eyes flash as he starts stroking himself up and down again, his knuckles moving in time with where my fingers press to my clit in tight circles.
“Kiahn,” I breathe, getting myself all wound up because watching him want me so Goddamn much but holding back is really doing it for me right now. “Tell me what you want to do to me.” And, because I have a hunch about what might make him snap, I add, “do you want to breed me?”
“Fuck!” he jerks beneath me, the hand around my throat moving lightning-fast to cover my mouth, smothering my gasp with his warm palm. Kiahn’s strokes become erratic, the water sloshing more viciously around us as he groans, his eyes shut tight. “If you keep talking like that, I’m going to spill my seed too soon,” he grits out.
I match the tempo of his strokes with my own, moaning into the hand covering my mouth. Those green eyes of his flash, and the desperation I see in them damn near sets me off. “Niska,” Kiahn pants. “Let me watch you come first… Come for me. Don’t make me beg.”
And it’s the very thought of this big, powerful prince begging for me to come for him that sets me hurtling toward that pique before I plummet right off of it. It turns out I’m quite grateful for Kiahn’s hand smothering down the squeal-like noise I breathe into his palm. My hips jolt, and I think I even moan his name with the pleasure that’s spreading all over my body. I almost don’t notice the way my orgasm seems to finally set Kiahn’s off too, as he grunts and jerks, his hips thrusting, bucking up to me like we were really doing this and not just touching ourselves together.
With the last wave of bliss cascading over me, my body suddenly seems heavy and light at the same time. I slump forward, pressing myself to his front as I try to catch my breath.
Incredibly, Kiahn stiffens as I lay on him - like I didn’t just watch him jerk it and come in the pool. “Is this making you uncomfortable?” I ask, though I’m so tired, I don’t move from where I’ve collapsed on him, my cheek pressed to his warm chest. I can hear his heartbeat thundering beneath my ear.
I can also feel my own heartbeat still throbbing between my thighs.
Kiahn’s hand -the one that had been doing said ‘jerking it’- slips out from between us, but he doesn’t wrap it around me like a lover would. “I-” he starts, his breathing still ragged, “I’m just not used to females willing to be so vulnerable and…affectionatethis way.”
I shift a little, suddenly realizing I’m sandwiching his very large, and still very hard cock between our bodies. But, it’s then that his arms come around me, holding me to him. “But I do enjoy it,” he hastens to add as he holds me tentatively, like I’m a fragile little bird. “I-… you are showing me many things I am not used to, Niska.”
I can’t help but chuckle at that, my breath huffing along the skin of his chest, creating goosebumps right in front of me. “You and me both, big guy.”
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Chapter 17 - Niska
When I open my bleary eyes, an excited looking Vel is standing in front of me, that tablet she loves to carry around clutched to her chest again. “Huh?” I mumble, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, giving my brain a little more time to catch up with itself.
“He’s already signed it!” she tells me, beaming so wide, I think her face might crack into two if she carries on. “No one - and particularly princes - ever just blindly signs a contract without first hearing the other party’s demands,” she continues, hopping onto the bed and shimmying her back up to the headboard while I stretch and sit up. “But look, the big dummy has just outright agreed to any demand you want to make,” she says, tilting her tablet for me to look at it.
He…
