“I will move in with you.”
His breath turned harsh as his cock started to firm up. “You will?”
“Yes,” I murmured against his lips before thrusting my hard cock into his tight hole. Monqilcolnen held me tight as I fucked him once again, though slowly this time, inourbed.
Chapter 47
Consequences.
I sat next to Monqilcolnen as we ate a very late breakfast. Well, as I ate. He was far more interested in kissing my neck or muttering about changing our quarters to suit me, which was endearing. He wanted me to be comfortable here. It would be nice to have all of my things in a safe place as well as being able to put my own touch on a space.
This was no longer just his quarters, but mine as well. My home. That word sent a shiver down my spine. I had a home, with Monqilcolnen.
Monqilcolnen bit my neck, a canine tooth catching on my scent gland.
The sharp sting made me moan, and Monqilcolnen pulled off, nuzzling my temple for the barest moment. “My apologies,” he whispered, licking the same spot.
“Harder,” I demanded.
He chuckled and bit down harder. I keened. His teeth found the spots around my scales and burrowed into my skin, making me yelp, but in the pain, I found pleasure. I panted, arousal gathering in my gut and spreading downward.
“You’re bleeding,” he whispered.
It was impossible for me to decipher his tone. It could be horror or wonder. I offered him my neck. “I like it.”
His tongue lapped up the light flow of green blood from my scales before sucking on the wound, then bathing the area. Monqilcolnen said against my scales, “You taste good.”
I ducked my head, my tail wrapping around my ankle for a single moment before seizing his. I would much rather hold Monqilcolnen than myself. In a rush, I remarked, “You need to eat.”
“I already did.”
I rolled my eyes. “Seed is not an adequate source of nutrients, as we have established.”
A laugh echoed around the eating area, and Monqilcolnen seized me, putting me on his lap. Neither of us had bothered to get dressed after fucking, so we were scale to scale, and I adored it. I rested the back of my head against his shoulder.
“Eat with me,” I said.
He took a piece of fruit, taking a bite, then offered it to me. I moaned, licking his fingers.
“Thank you,” Monqilcolnen whispered, his arm tightening around me.
“For?”
“Living with me.”
As a child, I never would’ve been able to imagine this future. Monqilcolnen was far too perfect for me to have been able to conjure. He kissed my neck again, and the bite stung in such a way that my cock twitched.
“Star,” I started, “where’s my blanket?”
“Is that what it is?”
“Yes.”
“It’s on the couch.”
“Mistress Kel’yeena gave it to me.”
He turned my chin toward him, catching my gaze as best as he could. “Truly? That’s a very lovely gift.”
