“Krellix!” she cries out but I hear no hint of pain in her voice.
Rutting harder, faster, her body moves with mine, trapped around my knot. I slam my hips into hers, driven on by the sounds leaving her mouth, picking up speed. She hitches when I pull back fast, stretching her opening even more when my knot threatens to tear out. Driving forward, the tip of my prick spears deeply back into her, gushing seed.
I drag my fangs over her neck, moaning against her skin. She grazes her nails over my arms, scratching at my scales.
Hazy with pleasure, forgetting all else except the way she feels, seed drains from me as quickly as it refills my knot, turning the few thoughts I have blurry.
“Julia,” I bite out her name when my knot throbs with her sheath’s continual clamping.
I grind my hips against hers on her next clench. Pressure drops to my middle, curling into a ball, and when she squeezes this next time…
My knot drains completely into her.
She gasps, pulls my hair, thrashing and thrumming beneath me. Looser than I have been since I first penetrated her, the taut ache in my loins eases with each subsequent thrust, emptying everything my body has created to breed her with my young. My seed spills out to pool between us, slicking our bodies where they are joined. Rocked by the sensation, I thrust anew when her eyes wrench tighter and her body goes rigid.
She cries out, her inner muscles suddenly pulsating riotously around my knot and stem. My eyes close in pleasure as the final burst of my spill floods her.
I collapse atop of her, feeling her body with the entirety of mine.
No longer able to form a coherent thought, I kiss her face, her ears, her lips, even her neck and shoulders, needing to convey something I do not yet acknowledge or understand, only knowing nothing will ever be the same again.
EIGHTEEN
MORNING DELIGHT
Krellix
I watchthe first traces of dawn lift the shadows over her slumbering form, returning the color to her warm brown skin and black, tangled hair. Sleeping on her front, her body draped over my tail, I comb her hair back where it rests on my lap, right above my half-engorged stem. Leaning against a tree, I enjoy this quiet moment with her. The flowers that had once bloomed throughout the grass patch around us have all been crushed from last night’s activities. Little white petals stick to my scales and her skin.
It took half the night before pressure eased in my knot. She took it all, even after I was able to safely slide it out of her, and when I did, despite the ache I am sure she felt, made me believe she was okay. I soothed her back to sleep, not entirely believing her, and like last time, she dropped off in minutes.
She needs her rest. I can only imagine how hard it is being a human without the endurance or stamina of a naga. And after all that’s happened in the last few days, I know there has notbeen much time for proper sleep. I have also heard her stomach growling all morning.
Humans need six to eight hours a night. I do not think she has had more than half of that at any given time since our journey began. Petting her hair softly, I want her to rest—need her to rest. The forest is a dangerous place and I need her at her best to remain vigilant. Just because we have been lucky so far does not mean we will remain so.
It is not easy trekking across the land with humans, especially with multiple in tow, and with the younger female so hurt, the amount of attention I need to give my surroundings has been compromised.
I sigh. Now that the night is almost over, rational thought has returned. And I try not to let it get to me.
Brushing back Julia’s hair, combing parts of it with my fingers, I watch the light chase the remaining shadows off her face. She has not moved once since falling asleep and I have done what I can to ensure she slumbers on.
Morning will come soon enough… we will have to wake the others, feed them, and leave.
Until then, every moment is precious.
Seeing her like this, lying on and within the coils of my tail like she belongs there, how easy she is to hold and embrace, to lean down and nuzzle, I realize how much time I have wasted when I could have had this sooner.
I push those thoughts out. It is not feasible to consider it. I knew then as I know now that I cannot keep her.
I trace the outline of her full pinkish-brown lips, wishing I was at an angle to kiss them, half-obsessed with the way they felt gliding across my skin.
Her hand swats mine away and I smile. “Krellix, you’re tickling me.”
When she resettles with ahmph, I caress her lips again.
Her hand swats mine once more, and as my smile widens, she groans, rubs the back of her hand across her mouth and stretches over me. One knee bends while the other leg stretches outward. Her other arm is pulled between me and where her chest rests on me, pushing against my tail. She lifts her head as she moves her hand from her lips to rub her eyes. Upon seeing me smiling down at her, she stiffens.
The lines between her eyes furrow as she squints and she inhales long and hard, straightening out her features. Pushing higher up, the arm between us drops to her breasts.
