He growled helplessly and took his cock out of his robes, letting a thick river of spit drip from his tongue to his cock before lining himself up to Ivy’s entrance and pressing inside.
Ivy wailed. She was crying; he could smell the salt even if he wasn’t staring at her red, puffy face. But he could also smell her desire, hot and dripping as he fucked her as shallowly as he could manage.
He pinned her against the tree, mating her with no more than his cockhead. The stretch was still immense; he could feel her strain to her limits every time he pressed in. But he didn’t push further, no matter how much he wanted to. He had seen her wince through her pleasure every time he hit the end of her hole. And even when he filled her fit to bursting, he could never get as deep as they both wanted.
Vale would go to the mortal realm to find his brother as soon as the pollen subsided. It was not so much a decision as much as it was a calling, cursing himself for waiting this long. He had gotten so distracted with his duties.Shewas his duty now, as much as the rib-thickets and the teeth-lilies. His sweet, determined little gift, who needed his cock so badly that she would die without it.
“More,” Ivy moaned, tears slipping down her plump cheeks. “Vale, please,more.”
Vale licked her tears. He ran his clawed hands over her breasts, the soft folds of her stomach, her plump thighs. Would she beg for him like this after the pollen finally ran its course? Would they even have time to find out, with the void decaying around them and Vale getting weaker along with it?
His legs shook. Ivy was not heavy, despite her insistence that she was heavier than many humans. But the weariness kept creeping into him, even with him sleeping more often than ever before.
“Please,” Ivy whimpered. “Please,please.”
Vale could take it no longer. He shoved inside as deep as he could and came with a roar. Ivy cried out, first in shock and then in ecstasy as her own release washed over her. Her holesqueezed deliciously around his pulsing cock, her fluids joining his as they dripped down her legs.
They stayed there like that, breathing in tandem. Ivy touched the moss on his skull mask, and Vale pulled back to see her expression.
There was no disgust in it. There never was. Just curiosity and that odd wonder he had never seen on a mortal before her.
Vale pulled out with a slick noise as his come emptied out of her. Ivy flushed, as she always did when the pollen subsided.
“I’m alright,” she insisted as Vale knelt to check her hole. She kept gripping his antlers, as if he would ever let her fall.
Vale growled weakly, ignoring her protests. She smelled of pain, the sour scent growing larger underneath the fading pleasure.
“I am,” Ivy said. “I’m—oh!”
Vale ran his tongue up her legs, cleaning up their combined mess. Ivy spread her legs obligingly, and Vale relished the tremble in them as he licked his spend from her hole.
There was no blood mixed in. This was good. Vale gave her one last thorough lick and then stood, lapping up the small drop of blood he had bit into her breast. The urge to bite down intensified, but he ignored it. He had no blood-frenzy. This was one want he would happily ignore.
He stooped to pick up Ivy’s dress. It was whole, as he had predicted. He lifted Ivy into his arms and dropped the dress on top of her, watching her slide her hands over it in surprise.
“I told you,” he said. “My void likes you.”
It did not make him feel as bitter as it often did. He could not fault his void for liking Ivy. He liked her, too. More than he was comfortable with.
Vale started through the forest, where a path was being cleared for them.
“Where are we going now?” Ivy whispered, holding her dress over her front.
“You are going to my nest,” he replied. “I must go to visit my brother in Anderfel.”
Ivy’s eyes widened. “For the spell that will… make me have no pain?”
“You need not worry,” he assured her.
They arrived at his nest. Vale placed her in the center, watching her slick, flushed body squirm against the furs. What was he supposed to do with all thiswant? He had never craved like this; he was sure of it. Maybe that was another reason why he had been delaying this spell: with nothing to hold him back, his desire could grow even more.
He did not want it to. He had duties to perform and a void to save. He did not have time to rut a mortal senseless, especially when her pollen-sickness was fading.
Vale straightened, adjusting his robes over his spent cock.
“I will be back soon,” he promised.
His Anderfel brother’s home was… strange.
