He claimed my mouth, and I opened for him in an instant. I adored the way his tongue confidently swirled around mine, possessing my mouth. He sucked on my tongue before biting my bottom lip.
“Don’t stop,” I begged when he pulled back.
“You need to eat,” Monqilcolnen said, cupping my cheek. “You haven’t been taking care of yourself.”
I blinked, realizing this wasn’t a dream. This was reality. We were together again, as we should be. Tears gathered in my eyes. “Monqilcolnen.”
“None of that,” he whispered, brushing the wetness away. “We are fine. Qinlin ordered me to get you. She can overrule Talvax. It was a matter of health. And even if she hadn’t, I would never regret going to your side. You needed me.”
No greater truth existed in this universe or any other. I needed Monqilcolnen with every fiber of my being. I arched up to kiss him. “Food later.”
“No,” Monqilcolnen said, pulling back. “Food, shower, then if you want me to, I will fuck you.”
I frowned, and he chuckled, kissing the divot in between my eyebrows. I complained, “I want you to fuck me now.”
Monqilcolnen smirked, then started kissing down my chest and stomach. I whined, my cock throbbing. Wiggling my hips, I silently asked for him to help me. He didn’t deny me and wrapped his plump lips around my tapered crown. He lapped at the pre-seed leaking out of my slit, then prodded it with the point of his tongue. His scales scraped against my delicate glans, making flashes appear in my eyes.
“Star,” I cried, gripping his soft hair. I rutted upward to chase the intoxicating wet heat of his mouth, and he slapped the backof my thigh. I keened, fucking into his mouth so he would slap me again. Monqilcolnen did, and I moaned at the sting. More. I wanted more.
Drawing off me, he said, “Behave, or I’ll stop, Wyn. You are unwell right now.”
I whined in protest, but I lowered myself to the bed. I didn’t want him to stop. I needed this. I needed a connection to him after so long by myself. Monqilcolnen bobbed on my cock, working his tongue over my shaft and cupping my balls. He swallowed me down to the root, the muscles in his throat contracting around the head of my cock and drawing noise from my mouth as stars flashed before my eyes.
And that was all it took for me to release my seed down his throat.
After Monqilcolnen licked the seed off my cock, he said, “There. Now, food or shower?”
My stomach roiled at the thought of food, so I said, “Shower.”
He stood and picked me straight up off the bed, making me yelp. I wrapped my legs around his waist while clamping my hands to his shoulders. I demanded in a high squeak, “What are you doing?”
“Taking care of you, Peace.”
Ignoring my protests, he carried me to the shower and set me on the bench that jutted out from the rock- and plant-covered wall. When I reached for the soap, he pushed my hands down.
“Star,” I grumbled. I could bathe myself.
“Be still,” he ordered.
It seemed that Monqilcolnen would be taking care of literally everything.
Carefully, he washed my hair, his fingers working in small circles over my scalp. I moaned and pressed into his touch. My eyes fell closed as I simply allowed myself to relish Monqilcolnen’s presence. His feet gently slapped on the floor ashe moved back, then a moment later water rushed over me in gentle warmth. Tears began to build in the backs of my eyes as he washed the soap out of my hair.
He moved again, but I didn’t open my eyes, too enraptured by what was going on. A moment later, his slippery hands dragged over my body, and I gasped at the feel. His lips trailed the path of his fingers, leaving gentle kisses in their wake as he cleaned the remnants of isolation from my body. No part of me was left unwashed or unkissed from my face to my cock to my wings to even my feet and the tip of my tail.
When he was done, Monqilcolnen picked me up again and set me on a stool in the bathroom. Getting on his knees, he grabbed one of my feet.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
A smile spread over his lips, and my soul thumped against my ribs. I was seeing that expression more and more as we courted, but it was still enough to send my pulse racing.
He pressed a kiss to the arch of my foot, and I moaned. My cock started to firm up once more. I circled his neck with my tail, claiming him.
“I, my Peace, am treasuring you.”
Fire returned to the backs of my eyes as tears threatened to fall. Monqilcolnen had called me his. He’d claimed me. The solid tie that connected me to him pulled taut in my chest. I wanted him to claim me because I wanted to return his claim, more than anything.
Monqilcolnen grabbed a bottle of my scale polish. Starting at my feet, he massaged the oil into my scales and stole the remaining tension from my body. His touch was gentle, but firm enough to relax my muscles. The entire time he took care of me, his eyes never left mine. The longer we stared the more it felt as if he was dragging my soul from my body through my eyes. I kept my tail around his neck, except when he rubbed polish into thedelicate scales on my tail, ripping loud, breathless moans from me.
