“I meant your eye,” I say, trying and failing to sound stern as I frame his beautiful face with my hands, watching as Zyntarr’s skin-stars trip over themselves to meet my touch. Feeling bold, I slip one hand down his body, reveling in the way his breathing hitches with my exploration. “You’re not wrong, though,” I tell him, as I try to cup the large bulge in his lap.
“Bea,” he pleads hoarsely.
“Show me.” The words are whispered out of me before my brain catches up with myself. Honestly, it hadn’t even really sounded like me. But it had been. And I won’t take the demand back, either. Because I want to see him again - all of him. He’s such a beautiful sight. “Please,” I add, giving a light squeeze of the bulge in my hand for emphasis.
Zyn swallows and nods quickly, laying back to untie the leather cords at his hip. His big hands fumble with the knots and I shuffle back a little to give him more space. My vision is caught on the long, defined line that cuts from his hip down, down, down, disappearing into his loincloth. I bite my bottom lip. As if sensing my fascination with that particular area, Zyntarr’s skin-stars start dancing and whirling along that line, some disappearing as they meet with scarred claw marks there.
Without thought, I bend so that my lips hover over those scars. Zyntarr freezes, his hands still on the knots. When I pressa kiss to his marred flesh, I swear I can feel the moan he lets out tickle down my spine.
I move onto another scar nearby, tracing it softly with my fingertips, loving the way my touch makes his taut abs jump beneath my attention.
“Bea,” he groans. “You are torturing me, female.”
“Nonsense,” I tell him, pressing another kiss to a scar on his other hip before following the silvery mark with a lick of my tongue. “I’m being very nice to you right now.”
Zyntarr’s head falls back with a huff. “The most wonderful torture a male could ever endure,” he mumbles.
When I playfully nip at some unmarked skin at his side, his head snaps up again. And suddenly, in his hand is a wicked-looking dagger. I barely have time to exhale before he’s using the weapon to slice through the corded ties at his hip, ripping the rest of his loincloth away to expose a very large, heavy-looking, swollen cock.
I can’t help but giggle.
“Is my body amusing to you, little female?” he asks, flopped back now that he has finally freed himself.
“No, just how eager you are. Your clothes are ruined now.”
“For you to touch me, I would burn all coverings I own twice over and then scatter the ashes as far as-”
His babbling words halt on his tongue as soon as my hand wraps around his thick, hot length. “Oh, I don’t think you have to do all that,” I say in the most sultry voice I can muster, my hand sliding up and down him in a slow pump. “Just maybe let me unwrap you like a present next time?” Leaning forward, I lick a wet stripe up the underside of Zyntarr’s impressive cock.
I can feel the groan he lets out reverberate deep in my marrow.
Then, before I get to wrap my lips around his length, Zyntarr growls before he hoists me up from under my arms and flips us,making me yelp. He’s hovering over me now, all strong muscles and large frame - all mismatched eyes and fearsome scars.
All mine.
I wet my lips, my pulse dancing erratically. “Have…” Zyntarr leans down for a slow kiss, his purr revving up, the sound feeling like it’s surrounding me.
He retreats from my lips a long moment later, opting to start peppering his mouth down my jaw and neck instead. “Have what, my little Bea?”
“H-have-” my mind is all fogged up from his mouth’s attention and the sheer size of him over me. I squeeze my legs where they currently rest around his hips. “Have you eaten the contraceptive leaf?”
The kissing stops. The purring becomes muted. Zyntarr pulls away, his beautiful blue eye searching both of mine. “I… Ihave, but-”
I reach up to kiss him again, pulling away breathless as I start to undress. “But?”
Zyntarr leans his weight on the forearm braced above my head, his wings blocking out the rest of the world behind him so it feels like it’s just me, him and this desperate need I feel blooming between my thighs. “Bea…” my name ends on a breathy little whine dripping off his tongue. “I… I do not know if I have consumed enough… or for long enough. Our Elders are not knowing of this leaf or how it would stop-”
His big, warm hand spans my now bare stomach. My breath hitches at the sheer possessiveness I feel in that one touch.
Good God, I like that.
When I finally look back up at him, the pupil in his seeing eye is blown wide and he’s almost panting. “I want more than anything the honor of giving you my seed,” he rasps so earnestly. “But I would like for you to have a choice as to whether my seed is allowed to take root.”
There’s some primal part of my mind - some really stupid, horny, drool-for-brains part - that wants to sayfuck it. And by‘it’, I meanhim, specifically.
I lock away my mother’s disapproving voice before she even gets a chance to spit her bile about my poor choices, and stroke a loving hand down the side of Zyntarr’s face, neck and chest to try and ground myself again.
“You’re right,” I say, nodding shakily. “We shouldn’t…do everythinguntil we know the leaf will work.” Zyntarr nods above me, too, leaning down to nuzzle into my temple. “But that doesn’t mean we have to stop.”
