He didn’t answer me, but the burn in his eyes and the rattle of my teeth on his next particularly deep thrust was all the answer I needed. I continued to pet and touch that place. Kythel’s head dropped into the crook of my neck. Though he didn’t feed from me, I felt the slick heat of his tongue lap at the wound, sending sparks of awareness flurrying out from the bite.
When he rolled his hips, trying to getdeeper, I felt the burn of his knot at the base of his cock. I huffed, determined to take it, though I knew it would only grow after he orgasmed. And he would. That I knew with the utmost certainty. He was already beginning to shake with his restraint.
Every time his knot teased the entrance of my pussy, he groaned and snapped his hips harder before retreating, as if he believed he couldn’t—orshouldn’t—give in to his desires.
“Deeper,” I breathed into his ear, wrapping my arms around his neck, holding him in place. “I want all of you.”
His breath hitched. When he lifted his head from my neck, there was disbelief in his gaze but also that deep, deep want that made my belly flutter. Every grind of hips stimulated my sensitive clit. My own orgasm was climbing higher and higher. I held my breath, my legs beginning to tighten, my pelvis beginning to lift to meet his thrusts, which were becoming more wild.
“You’re going to make me come, Millie,” he told me. “Vaan, I’m going to come so hard.”
I snapped my hips, and I felt the burn of his knot begin to stretch my pussy. Slight pain that mingled with the pleasure. I was surprised by how exquisite it felt. Kythel bellowed—a deep, hoarse, desperate cry. My movement had been unexpected, catching him by surprise as he bucked his hips forward, further seating himself inside me.
“Oh gods,” I breathed, biting my bottom lip hard, my gaze flying up to his in disbelief as I began to come.
My back bowed against the warm stone, my hands digging into his shoulders, using him to anchor me into place as the orgasm whipped through me like a violent lash. Dimly, through the rushing in my ears and the wild pound of my heartbeat, I heard his guttural groan, felt the powerful thrusts between my legs, the stretch of his knot, and the satisfying burn as he sheathed himself fully inside me.
If I’d thought his bellow had been erotic before, it was nothing compared to the sound that shredded itself from his throat, reverberating out in ribbony rasps and growls.
Through the haze of heat and pleasure, I felt his knot swell, stretching me to my very limits. He ducked forward, capturing my lips in an uncharacteristically wild, feral kiss. And I met it with enthusiasm, clenching around him, that burn of his knot prolonging my pleasure as I felt heat flood me, as Kythel shallowly pounded his hips before seating himself fully.
I felt his heart thud maniacally against my sticky skin, lost in the abandon of his kiss. When he pulled back, his gaze captured mine and we looked at one another silently for long, breathless moments as our orgasms finally began to ebb.
Not knowing what to say—what did you say after something likethat?—I only smiled like a loon. Kythel gave a deep groan of exasperation, but I saw the corners of his lips twitch.
There was a sensation of fullness and pressure between my thighs, though not distracting enough to pull my gaze away from Kythel. My hand reached around his slick back, to stroke my finger between his wings, as far as I could reach. For a brief moment, his eyes shuttered closed, the simple pleasure on his face making my throat tight, and I wondered how long it had been since someone touched him as freely as I did.
Beyond Krynn, the Kylorr had a fearsome reputation. They were portrayed as cruel and selfish with uncontrollable rages should you cross one. But I knew better. My father had dealt with his own obstacles—being a Kylorr and a traveling culinarian—but he’d had his reputation to open up doors.
I knew that most believed the Kylorr weren’t a particularly affectionate race…but I knew better.
My father had been deeply affectionate. I’d grown up used to touch, to warm embraces, to ruffled hair and obnoxiously loud, peppered kisses across my cheeks when I’d said something amusing. Even when he’d been angry with me, my father had never withheld his affection. If anything, when he’d been angry with me, he’d given me more so I wouldn’t doubt.
Instinctively, I knew that Kythel might not have had the same experiences growing up. He was closed off, cold. He kept himself so tightly leashed that I wished I could just snap the cord and free him. Earlier on in our friendship, he’d always seemed surprised when I’d touched him, to the point that I wondered if it was considered rude to touch a son of the Kaalium so freely.
“Do you like when I touch you?” I whispered in the quiet between us.
“Yes,” came the rumbled word, his eyes flashing open, as if surprised by his own honesty.
I chuckled softly, my smile so big that it felt like it was splitting my face.
“What is it?” he wondered.
“You’re hesitant to admit that,” I commented, looking between our bodies pointedly, “even after this?”
His knot was starting to recede because I felt his come begin to trickle between my legs. Instead of embarrassing me, it made me clench around his cock, eliciting a ragged breath from Kythel.
I continued to trail my fingers up and down his back. He was supporting his weight off me, but I wished he would relax, just a little. He wouldn’t crush me. I wanted him boneless and sated. I wished we were in a bed and not on the kitchen floor because I wanted to cuddle up against him, lay my head on his chest, and listen to the sounds he made.
“Will you relax?” I teased, shifting under him. “Lie here.” I slid my hand over to the floor next to me.
He grumbled. “Have you always been so demanding with your lovers?”
My lips lifted, but Kythel was watching me carefully, even as he turned us so we lay side by side. His knot was still lodged tightly when he gave an experimental thrust, making me jerk and wince.
“Vaan, I’m sorry,sasiral,” he murmured, concerned, lifting his hand to my cheek to smooth his thumb there.
“It’s okay,” I assured him. Then I admitted, “It’s been a long time for me.”
