That’s when she clamps down around me, and her body goes taut as a stretched wire. She screams against my neck, her hands digging into my hair as she climaxes.
Finally, I can release. I move faster, slamming through her finish as she spasms and milks me, and my own glorious pleasure races up my spine and into my throat. Fiona moans as I swell inside her and bury myself as deep as I can before unleashing everything.
It gushes into her, and I pump again as more and more of it comes out of me. I didn’t think I had quite so much to give. Cum spills from her cunt, mine and Khesan’s both, as I finally come to a rest.
Fiona pants against me, her arms gone limp. They fall down to the bed and she moans when I move, so I halt.
“Not yet,” she whimpers, keeping me inside her with her heels around my waist. So I remain that way, pushing some of the hair away from her eyes.
That’s when I hear a sharp exhale, and look up to find Khesan staring at us. His hand is wrapped around his very erect cock, stroking up and down at a feverish pace.
That’s fascinating. Our coupling made him hunger for more, did it?
He groans as he spills down over his hand, his shaft pulsing. He falls onto the bed beside Fiona.
“Wow,” she murmurs. “That was amazing, guys.”
I did most of the hard work, but I will keep that to myself.
Finally, I have softened enough that I slide out of her on my own, and I drop to the bed on Fiona’s other side. She smiles, eyes closed, and takes my hand. I see she has done the same with Khesan.
“The pleasure was all mine,” Khesan says, stroking her belly.
I would retort something smart, but I don’t have the energy to argue with him. Instead, I will enjoy what I have and remember it forever.
Chapter Twenty-One
Khesan
I’ll admit, it was a good thing Shathar finished what I began. It was simply too much for me, buried in my perfect mate’s tight heat, and I couldn’t help myself. I will need to practice much, much more if I am to prove to Fiona that I’m her mate for life, that I can please her until our dying days.
I enjoyed watching Shathar and Fiona immensely. The way her legs wrapped tight around his waist, how his abdomen flexed with every pump of his hips… even the sight of his cock, still dripping with my spend, as it moved in and out of her, was far beyond my wildest imagination. I had just released, and yet within only a minute of them beginning, I was hard and erect again.
The image of Shathar filling up Fiona’s wet cunt is emblazoned on my mind and I cannot dispel it. It’s all I think about as we sit down to eat breakfast. Her sweet pussy, swollen and red after being loved so thoroughly. And he was so… thick, spreading her open for him, the muscles in his sculpted ass tensing with each thrust, his tail jutting out straight behind him. Fiona was beautiful under him, willing and sensual, clinging on like a branch in a storm.
How it felt to be inside her myself… there is no greater pleasure than to be intimate with one’s fated mate, I am certain of it now. I discovered a deep peace that I think I’ve always sought, and here it was all along.
“Well, Merry Christmas,” Fiona says as we finish eating. “I got each of you a little gift.”
Oh, of course. Shathar and I exchange a glance. Our gift! I hid it upstairs, and now is the time.
First, Fiona brings out two boxes wrapped in brightly colored paper. I did not think to wrap our gift—it is still in the bag the frame came in from the shop. She sets one gift in front of each of us, then returns to the table, waiting eagerly for us to open them.
I pick mine up first, tearing the paper open to reveal a flat box. Inside is a fine garment, striped every which way in an attractive blue pattern. I withdraw it, revealing a long-sleeved shirt with a folded collar.
“I thought you’d look nice in it,” Fiona says, bashful. “You seem to care a lot about how you dress, so…”
“I love it,” I tell her, getting to my feet so I can hold it up and admire it, imagining what it will look like on me. She’s right in that I think it will highlight my best features.
Fiona grins and I sit back down, holding the shirt close to me.
Shathar is next to open his gift. Inside is a large book with a picture of many different foods on the front.
“A cookbook!” Fiona says happily. “This will teach you how to prepare lots of different Earth ingredients. In a pan.”
Shathar chuckles. “In a pan, indeed. Thank you, Fiona.” He leafs through the book, his smile broad. “There are so many recipes in here. Lots of ingredients I haven’t seen before.”
“I thought you might like trying out some new things.”
