She recognized the pink flower and picked it before striding back toward me and…straddled my thighs.
What a torturous little creature.
“Don’t you get to pick what you want to smell like?” she asked, plunging the petals in the water before pressing them to my chest.
“I am.”
The flower turned slimy and slid across my skin, leaving thin white foam behind. “Then what doyouwant to smell like?”
My breath hitched as she lathered the cleansing essence on my neck then down my arms, her eyes sometimes falling on my cock, jerking between us.
“You.”
She froze, her hand now on my hips. Her half wet hair stuck to her shoulders and breasts, and a deeper pink now colored her cheeks.
“Me.”
“You are my mate,” I said, then explained when she still looked at me funny, “Females do not release…claiming pheromones. While other males will scentmeif they come too close to you, females will not scent you if they approach me.”
“You mean—”
“I want them to know that I am…spoken for. That I am yours and that I am not open to mate with any of them.” Her face softened and she dropped the flower to the ground next to us. A strange emotion flickered in her eyes before she shook her head to chase it away. “Have I said something wrong?”
Melanie’s hand cupped my face as she placed her forehead on mine, a soft smile stretching her lips. “You haven’t. You’re kinda too perfect and I feel bad that you ended up with me, of all the girls that could have been chosen instead.”
I grasped her hips, pulling her closer. “I do not. I am happy that you are here. That you aremine. That I am theone who gets to take care of you now that you are away from your dreadful planet.”
Her gaze escaped mine and fell on my length, still begging for a release before she inched closer, rubbing her wet and warm center along my shaft. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take care of it?”
It took all the strength that I had to answer. “I am sure. I—I will deal with this myself. No breeding. Not yet.”
The pout was back on her face and she let out a frustrated sigh, her eyes drifting to it and away repeatedly, like she could not help herself from looking. “I could…There are other ways.”
I stared at her, confused. “What—” She ripped the words right out of my throat as her small hand closed around the base of my cock and slowly tugged up and down a couple of times. “Melanie…”
“Let me…please.”
There were no arguments coming to my mind. Her hand felt so good and soft, way better than my own. And when she scooted back and leaned to close her lips around my tip, I knew I could never find release at my own hand ever again.
“Mel…oh fuck—”
The feeling of her tongue swirling as she pushed me deeper made the knot at the base of my cock swell. The three rings did not, which meant my body could feel she was not in heat—ovulatingyet. She moaned, sending vibration as I hit the back of her throat and I nearly spilled my cum right here and then.
And then she started to…suck. Up and down, her pace increasing. All of my muscles tensed at once in a desperate attempt to hold back. To not coat her tongue, mouth, throat with my release.
“Melanie,” I groaned, breathless after a while, my hand finding the back of her head. “Let go, I am going to—”
She did not. She pushed my cock as far as it possibly could and held, holding on to my thighs as leverage.
I fell on my back with a loud moan, my sac tightening and a bolt of pleasure spearing along my spine as my cock throbbed in her warm mouth, emptying itself for the second time of the day.
She stayed there for a moment before she released me, sucking on my tip a few times while she cupped my still pulsing balls.
And I might have been dead. Because when she climbed on top of me and stared into my eyes with a big, proud smile, I could have swore I saw some sort of goddess.
“When I said I wanted to feed you, it was not what I had in my mind…” And yet, I wish she would do that to me again. And again. Until I was sure she would stay and I could spill my cum inside of her womb instead.
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