“I need…” he rumbles, reaching out and grabbing my arms.
“Krellix?” I whisper his name, almost afraid to look away from his shaft and up at him. “You need?”
I know what you need…
“You,” he says, jerking me into his embrace. “I have tried—” I feel his cock press into me, pushing against my stomach. “I have tried to leave you…”
Slipping my hands up his back, I grip him back and nuzzle into his firm chest. “Don’t.”
“What?”
“Don’t leave me anymore. I hate it each time we’re separated. It’s like I’ve lost my rock—my tether to… to my future. To what I want.You. I want you.”
He grabs my hair by the ponytail it’s tied back in, and forces my face up so I can meet his eyes. For a moment, I’m afraidhe’s going to let me go. Instead, he suddenly hauls me higher up against him, rounding his arms under my butt. I’m forced to grab his shoulders and wrap my legs around his hips to keep steady; he’s already carrying me back toward the forest before I can speak.
I choose not to, and when he picks up speed, taking us farther away from the camp, I lean my head down into the crook of his neck, hoping Austin doesn’t shoot but feeling at peace for the first time since I was last with him alone. I clench my legs tighter around his waist and breathe him in. “I need you too.”
We travel for a time, and all the while his hard cock rubs against me, stoking my need. Bumping and rubbing across my stomach until he hikes me a bit higher and then it’s pressing between my legs, branding me through my clothes, heating me from the outside in. Gone is my anger and annoyance. Now that he’s here and in my arms, neither matters anymore. Now that we’re back in the forest where we always seem free to be together, everything is right.
Life isn’t easy, I know that as much as anyone else. Part of me understands why Krellix is afraid. I’m afraid too.
But we’re never going to have a life together if we don’ttry.
Farther and farther he takes me, slicing through the forest so fast it whips past us. The leaves rustle and the airwooshesas he twists and turns, following pathways and trails only he knows. Time passes by and the minutes bleed into hours, and as Krellix eventually slows down, I know I won’t be returning to the encampment—at least not today. Wherever he is taking me, it’s far—farther even than the river.
It’s then I start to notice mountains appear through the trees.
“Where are we going?” I ask, murmuring the words into his ear as I rest my cheek on his shoulder.
“My Obsssservatory,” he responds with a thick sibilant slur and it reminds me that he’s still very hard between my legs. Despite how far we’ve traveled, he’s enduring that discomfort.
Finally we begin to ascend one of the ridges, following a road-like trail along the side of it. I turn my face away from Krellix, laying my other cheek upon him as I take in the breathtaking view of the forest below. I spot the encampment in the distance, so small now, a mere blip in the canopy. It’s then I realize just how vast the forest actually is. It spreads for miles in every direction. There are mountains beyond, both north and east of me, nearly surrounding the entirety of the wood with only a few valleys in between peaks.
After a while the path up the mountain tightens, until it vanishes altogether off the side of the cliff. From there, Krellix sets me down to take my hand and lead me through the thick undergrowth up along the mountain. We pass a wide, tiered brook and pause shortly to drink and splash our faces. The entire time, Krellix’s molten gold eyes are glued to me.
“I want to be inside you, female,” he rumbles when I face him.
I rise from where I kneel next to the water and walk over to him, tracking his throbbing cock in the corner of my eyes. My body clenches as suppressed desire comes raging back. With no sounds of activity around us, and only the sweet scent of his pheromones thick in my nose, I want nothing more than for him to be inside me too.
I stop beside him and cup his cheeks. “I know.”
I don’t waste any time, kicking off my boots and shimmying out of my pants while he rises—still partially dirty—from the side of the brook. I reach out and stroke his cock, spreading my hands and fingers all over it. Cupping his knot, I tug him towards me. But just as he’s growing wild-eyed, about to grab me andtake me to the ground, I pull my hands away with a shake of my head, resting them on his shoulders next. “Let me.”
Despite my temper having cooled, I want to be in charge—and take out my frustration the way that suits me the most.
I push him back down into the mossy grass beside the brook, and slowly, with his eyes locked on me, he lets me.
“Don’t leave me again,” I warn, stepping over his tail and lowering myself on top of him until I’m sitting just above his cock.
His face is taut with restraint, his gaze heated with dark lust, his hands clawing into the dirt where he rests on his elbows to stare up at me. All mine.
I don’t wait for him to answer. My warning is sound enough. I reach between us to clasp his knotted erection and, with my flannel shirt still on, lower onto the head of his cock. Slick from breathing him in for the past several hours, I take his rigid girth easily, sliding down him a little at a time just to tease. My inner muscles constrict, getting used to his thickness all over again.
“My knot is full,” he warns back.
I slide my hand over the straining bulge and give it a gentle squeeze. Krellix’s groan fills my ears and, just as I’m about to work my sheath over it, his tailtip comes up to slide around my middle several times over. Suddenly, I’m caught within the ring of his longest limb, and he squeezes me like how I squeezed his knot—everywhere. His tailtip slides up my arm, his hands—my thighs, and feeling quickly lost in him, I moan and push down.
With only a little bit of resistance, I sway my hips and work my way onto him. Another moan escapes me when his knot presses heavily against my g-spot. Pushing through the pleasure, I settle all the way down and over him, accepting his mass fully.
