I dare not move still, fearful that she is in pain. “Are you-”
“I feel sofull,” she groans, tipping forward to rest her forehead on my chest. Can she feel how my heart thunders like a storm for her there?
I stroke my hands up and down her splayed thighs. “This is… agoodthing?”
She does not say anything, except to nod her head against my chest.
“Oh, thank the stars,” I quickly blow out. “Because this is a very good thing for me.”
Bea looks up at me, then, her pretty eyes peeking at me through her messed hair. “It is?” she grins, her cheeks flush.
Of course it is. It is more than good. She is trusting me with her body. Males would kill to feel this, die to protect her.
Iwould do both many times over.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, I tell her. “‘Good’is not the right word for how you are making me feel right now.”
“Oh yeah?” she asks, that grin spreading as she starts to move again, rocking her hips so that the grip of her snug little cunt glides up and down my length, making me hiss. “Then what is the right word, Zyn?”
“I-I…” my mind is made of zyzzie-nuts and only half as useful right now.
This only serves to spur Bea on as she starts to ride my length faster.
I swallow hard, wet my lips, and groan as I toss my head. “It is-… You are-…you are unmaking me, little female.”
“Zyn,” she moans, twisting her movements to grind herself against me, her head thrown back, too.
I cannot help it - I snarl, baring my teeth as I grip her hips and start to buck up into her.
“Yes! God, yes!”
I feel her flutter around me and I am burning alive with pleasure for her as our movements crash together like a storm so perfect only the Goddesses could have sent it to us.
I am about to erupt inside my Bea when the heat from her cunt is suddenly and violently missing. Bea flops forward on me, panting but it is too late, my cock spends my seed in spurts between us, coating my stomach as my hips buck up into nothing.
For a while, we are laid there, two breathless, sticky creatures glowing with a pleasure that is slowly floating back down like a Trixikka feather on the breeze. My purr is surely vibrating against my female’s cheek where she has collapsed upon me, my fingertips tracing patterns on the bare skin of her back. If she had accepted my seed, would we see my stars there, playfully reacting to my touch?
“Your injury-” Bea says, as if suddenly remembering. She tries to pull away, but my arms hold her fast.
“Is perfectly healed.” I wish for her to stay like this for the whole of this day - even with the mess I have created between us.
Even so, my female is successful in pulling away. She leans up to look down upon me.
And the first place her eyes go to is my chest, where my heart-stars should be shining bright.
I swallow thickly. Her gaze lingers too long, and there is something to her expression that I do not like.
I see a longing there as she strokes my star-less scars, and where only moments ago my body had been lit up with pleasure, I only feel a growing heaviness that makes it hard to breathe.
Chapter 22 - Bea
Not counting that time with Zyntarr where we almost gave in to each other, this morning had been only the second time I’d ever hadfullpenetrative sex. And, let’s be honest, if it hadn’t been for the scary, traumatizing aftermath, the first time I’d had sex could be chalked up as pretty forgettable.
Butthat?
I won’t forget that in a million years - the way he’d let me take control.
I’d wanted to stay snuggled up to Zyntarr forever after that, with the biggest, goofiest grin painted across my face. But, no sooner had I laid my head on his shoulder, than one of the village Healers politely approached the doorway, asking if he could see Zyntarr’s wound. All the Trixikka are intrigued by the ‘medi-scanner’ that Yix had left us, and many of them were yet to see its handiwork.
