I looked up at her then, gazing upon her tan skin, rounded belly, warm smile, and dark hair. She was breath taking.
“Not perfect,” I breathed. “I can’t glow for you.”
“Maybe we don’t need to glow for each other. Maybe all we need is love.”
Her words curled around me like a soft blanket. I’d never dreamed I’d hear her say such a thing. Could she really find me worthy even without luminescence?
I wanted to ask her as much, but the words died in my throat as she stroked my cock again, harder this time. I gripped her thigh and moaned, “Fatima, my kira-si.”
The phrase left my mouth, unbidden. It was our word for mate and meant beat of my heart. It was true, nonetheless. My heart beat for Fatima and no other.
Fatima took her time exploring my cock, letting her fingers trace over every ridge, every vein until I thought I might go mad. I was so close to my release, but I held back as much as I could. I wanted this moment to last forever. I knew it wouldn’t. I knew as soon as she started to stroke my cock in earnest, I would come in a matter of moments, but for now I would relish in her thorough exploration of my shaft.
My cock began to vibrate as it always did when I was this aroused and Fatima gasped.
“I didn’t know it could do that,” she commented sounding pleased.
“Mmm,” was all I could say. My mind was gone. My entire world had narrowed down to the movement of her hand on my cock.
Her grip grew tighter and her pace sped up. Over and over again, she stroked me going faster and faster until I was panting and lifting my hips to meet her every movement. My fingers sunk even deeper into the sand as I tried to find something to grip onto. Something to hold me down to this world while Fatima lifted my body to the height of pleasure.
I’d never felt anything quite like this. I’d pleasured myself many times before, but having Fatima touch me was different. It was better.
My sack grew tight, and my body went rigid as my release barreled through me.
A sound closer to a roar than a moan echoed through the cave as my seed continued to spill forth.
“So perfect,” Fatima said again and I could hardly believe it. She had stroked me to completion and despite my ability to glow for her, called me perfect.
I sat up and caressed her face. I needed to touch her, to know she was real, that this had really happened.
“You’re perfect.” The words came out rough. There was a knot in my throat and a lightness in my chest.
I got up from where I sat, cleaned myself off, and returned fully clothed.
“Fatima, I have something I want to give you,” I informed her as I sat back down and reached into my pocket.
“It belonged to my mother, but I want it to be yours.”
I pulled out the bracelet that I’d kept safe over the years. The beads were made from a dried flower petal paste, and the chord had been woven together with fibers my sire collected from the strongest reeds he could find. He’d made this with his own hands and given it to my mother in an attempt to woo her. Theyhad not luminesed yet, but he always told me that there was no doubt in his mind that my mother was his mate. I felt the same way about Fatima. I did not need luminescence to tell me what I already knew in my heart.
“It’s so beautiful,” Fatima spoke in a soft tone as she ran her fingers lightly over the beads.
“As are you,” I replied, and her cheeks turned red.
“Let me put it on you,” I requested and Fatima extended out her hand so I coud place the bracelet on her wrist.
It fit perfectly, just like I knew it would.
“I may never glow for you, but I will give you everything I have to make up for it.”
“Zander,” Fatima breathed and cupped my cheek with her hand. “You have nothing to make up for.”
“I’m not so sure that’s true,” I tried to keep the sorrow out of my tone, but it was evident in my voice.
“Here, let me prove it to you,” Fatima replied.
“Lift your arm into the air and make it turn into fire.”
