His large hand stroked my cock while his tentacle groped my ass. At the same time, his feelers wriggled into my body, losing their physical form and turning ethereal. It was like a wild sex dream come to life.
As his feelers latched onto my senses, I gasped and Zat’tor groaned. The tendrils felt like wisps of cloud, or a gentle breeze. My mate felt the same pleasure I did—and I felthismirrored pleasure, too. It was a delicious feedback loop of arousal.
“Levi,” Zat’tor growled, his voice gravelly and thick with lust. “Your body is irresistible.”
As he spoke, his hand’s pace quickened. I whimpered as he milked my cock.
“Fuck,” I murmured. My brain was fogged. I couldn’t think. Only feel.
Zat’tor was relentless in his touch. While his hand stroked my throbbing cock, his tentacles explored my body. I felt highly sensitive and the satin touch of his tentacles sent jolts along my skin.
I arched my back with a shaky moan, wanting more of everything. Coherent thought was lost. All I knew was pleasure, and that I craved everything Zat’tor could give.
He worked my cock faster. I cried out as hot sensation overloaded me. Although I neared the edge, I felt like I could come and still keep going a thousand times.
A guttural moan echoed in Zat’tor’s throat. When something thick and warm pressed against the bottom edge of my belly, I knew without looking down that it was Zat’tor’s erection. A shudder rippled down my spine to the base of my balls, making them ache with need. Knowing my mate’s pleasure mirrored mine was such a beautiful, erotic feeling.
“Zat’tor,” I whispered, too high with lust to speak any louder. “Come with me.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed his feelers rhythmically pulsing with color, like neon lights. I took it as a sign of how horny he must be.
I crushed my mouth against his, craving a kiss. He parted his maw and slid his tongue into my mouth. His tongue captured mine, snaking around it and clenching. I moaned loudly. The wet, slick feeling shot straight to my balls.
I moaned Zat’tor’s name—or tried to, but with my tongue claimed, it came out as a garbled, wanton mess. I didn’t care if I couldn’t talk. The mutual pleasure throbbing between our bodies said it all.
Desperation took over me. I moaned and whimpered into Zat’tor’s mouth. I bucked my hips wildly, chasing the sweet friction of his touch. I arched my ass into his waiting tentacles. All the while, his feelers writhed within me, reflecting my pleasure and gifting it to Zat’tor.
Suddenly, it all came together. Time stopped. My vision whited out. My body seized. Then I came with an unbridled scream. My orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave, glorious and powerful. I was helpless to do anything except let pleasure consume me.
And I wasn’t alone. The second I came, so did Zat’tor. The mirrored sensations caught up with him and he roared so loud it echoed in the den. His load splashed me, warm and thick, gushing against my belly like the jets in a hot tub. It never seemed to end. It spurted fiercely until Zat’tor’s cock finally settled down. By then, his cum pooled in the space between us.
Stars flickered in my vision. I took a few deep breaths until I could see straight again.
“That... was wild,” I crackled. My throat felt dry from moaning.
A long purr rumbled in Zat’tor’s chest. “It was wonderful.”
“That, too.”
Zat’tor hugged me closer, paying no mind to the huge mess of cum. That was another thing I loved about him. He was always affectionate, but it cranked up after we fucked. It was like he wanted me to know he lovedme, not just sex with me.
“I love you, Zat’tor,” I said. “Have I ever mentioned that before?”
Warmth spilled across his expression. “Not those exact words in that order. But I already knew.”
It was true. We didn’tneedto say the words, but it was a nice little cherry on top.
“And of course, you must know that I love you, too,” Zat’tor said, affectionately pressing his nose to mine.
My heart fluttered. I knew, obviously, but it was wonderful to hear it. The words had an especially precious quality coming from his slightly accented Maeleon tongue.
“I do,” I told him, nuzzling him back. “Now, uh... maybe we can deal with this pollen situation.”
Zat’tor chuckled, eyeing the honey-thick pool with amusement. “As you wish.”
15Zat’tor
Once the stickysituation was cleaned up, we headed into the village. Levi wanted to talk to Jaeyoung about his pregnancy. Now that his body was visibly changing, he seemed a bit nervous. As much as I reassured him he would be all right, I knew it would be different coming from a trained healer.
