I blushed.
"Mates," I tested the word, and he wiggled his tail inside of me, making me pronounce the 'm' elongated as I sunk into the feeling.
"If you'll have me."
I nodded quickly before I pulled him back and nuzzled into his neck. His arms wrapped around me, and I felt a flutter of scales against my cheek and the pulse of his artery beneath. Turning my head, I saw how his scales shifted just beneath his ear. I traced the area with my lips, pressing a kiss there, and he shivered. Was this where mates bit each other?
"When aroused, the scales shift," he confirmed.
I smiled against him and dragged my teeth over the sensitive scales, and he held me tighter until my fangs sunk into him. As I stilled with this heady sensation of fullness and an ache that wasn't being satisfied with his tail alone he gently gathered my arm from around his other shoulder and kissed my inner elbow before his sharp teeth bit down.
I flinched, expecting pain, but feeling nothing but complete.
We stayed there like that for more time than I could focus on. Neither of us unlatched as my hips slowly regained their movement and began to pleasure myself on his tail.
He hissed without releasing his hold on my elbow. "No." He released his tail from inside of me, and I whimpered at the loss. I heard the fall of fabric as what I assumed were his pants crumpling to the floor. My heart felt like it stopped with the anticipation, but I couldn't bring myself to stop biting his neck to look. His tail wrapped around my leg and tugged my feet apart before it caressed my ass and something firm pressed against my mating loh that I knew was not his tail.
He moaned, and I felt his tongue lap against my elbow, sending tingles up my arm. I gasped as his cock pushed inside, and felt so very different from his tail, smoother, but also hitting my nerves in a delicious way that begged for him to give me more.
I wrapped the heel of my foot at his ass and pulled him closer to me, moaning as his cock sunk deeper. He was now as deep as I had taken his tail and yet it didn't feel like enough, and he seemed to think the same as he thrust inside of me to his hilt in one sweep of his hips. I tensed up before I relaxed into it, and the tip of his cock hit something inside me that made me shiver and still—unable to move.
Slowly, he eased his teeth from my inside elbow and licked at where I felt my blood drip, but still there was no pain. Warmth spread from the mark, and I released my hold of his neck. My breath coming in deep ragged, barely controlled pants.
"Do you feel it?" he asked with a bit of a worried tremble in his tone.
His cock throbbed inside of me, and I couldn't describe the way the fullness and completeness felt as it utterly consumed me.
"Treasure?"
He never called me by my name.
Finally, my tongue could move again, and I whispered, "When I milk your seed from your pleasure, you will call me yours, and you will be mine."
The worry faded from his eyes and his scales flared from his head with what I now understood was not a threat, but a mating display.
Yueril pulled out slightly and plunged back in, making me call out to the stars themselves as he hit me so deep, I didn't believe it had anything to do with his cock at all, but something intangible as I quaked against him.
Chapter fifteen
Yueril
Itshouldn'tbepossiblefor this to be more than pleasure, but every instinct in me made me bite her again. This time with her permission as my anti-venom coursed through her veins, making sure she'd never be harmed by me for as long as we wandered the stars.
My tincture oils made sure she wouldn't feel the bite, and as my anti-venom worked through her, feeling returned to her limbs and she started to rock herself against my tail. Heat rolled off her in waves as her loh glowed, but what made me stop her from shuddering upon my tail was the way my cock engorged.
It wasn't that I was hard for her, and eager to please that gave me pause. It was the way my sacks filled with fluid and felt heavy beneath my glands. It could only mean one thing... The blood from marking her was activating my need to mate, to fill her. Being a different species should make this impossible but hope and eagerness grew within me. I was content to be of use to her without such a thing, but I hissed out, "No," through my clenched teeth.
Even if it was futile to hope for more than what we already had, a primal part of me needed to fill her. I was born in the wild of the desert, a leader of my feral tribe, and with my seed heavy and aching, I could no longer resist with my mate squirming upon me.
My mate, I thought as I adjusted her for receiving me. The head of my cock warmed against her entrance, making me shudder as I felt the resistance of her tight seam. Her heel pulled forward, and I slowly stretched her to take my cock.
Control waned as I hissed at the pleasure of thrusting until my sack nestled against her. Her walls squeezed around me, and then I felt my body seize up. My muscles warmed, and I held my breath, feeling the way every inch of me tingled. I'd never felt anything like it. Others described to me what it was like to have a mate, and I hadn't thought I would experience it myself. It was like something untouchable was clicking into place, and even if I should unsheathe myself, this fullness would never leave me again. It seemed like such a ridiculous concept when described out loud, but made perfect sense in this moment.
But did she feel the same? Was this safe for her? Giving her my seed when she was under the influence of my mating hormones and covered in my oils seemed much too dubious and had me questioning my sanity.
"Treasure?"
A devious gleam entered her eyes after she unclasped herself from my neck, sending a jolt to my loins.
