I sit up, and the xinhar clings to me, a slow sucking against my skin. It makes me shiver.
His eyes flare as I press the herb onto my tongue, knowing what’s going to happen to me, the way my body will respond to it.
As the sweetness hits my taste buds, the herb dissolving quickly, my body shivers and tightens, pleasure lapping at my skin. Just like the water lapping at the stone shore beside us.
“Everest,” Rathyn says, his gaze darkening as I gasp. I feel my cock leaking, my hole opening as my back arches up.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I moan as I feel a deep-seated craving pop and fizz, bursting to life. “Need you,” I gasp when the ache wells up inside of me.
It’s a rush of heat, blurring my vision, and even so, my body is entirely in tune to where Rathyn is. He’s close, but not close enough. He’s hovering over me, staring down, and I can see the flickering lights of the githyn in his eyes.
“Please,” I whine. “Fuck me. Please.”
He leans in, his fingers touching my lips, drawing them down past my chin to my throat. He grips it tightly, possessive as his knees knock my legs apart and he falls onto the mossy floor, cradled by it.
I can hear the claws of his feet digging for purchase as he rocks down on top of me, his lips crashing into mine. His tongue is sweet, heavy, and thick. His movements are desperate as he twines it around mine. Sucking, pulling.
The kissing is good. It’s so fuckinggood.
But I want more.
“I need,” I gasp, pushing my hips up. My cock is hard, but that’s not what I’m feeling so fucking desperate for. No, I’m open. I can feel myself loosening, gaping impossibly wide.
Ready for him.
And this time, I know he can give it to me. In the hazy fog of my absolute feral need for him, I remember it’s safe.
“Rath. Please. I need your cock.” I manage a full sentence this time, even if it’s only a few words.
Rathyn purrs in a melodic, soothing tone as he noses along my throat. His tongue laves out, marking me again with his scent. His mouth drags along my skin, lower—teasing my nipples with his fangs, tugging on the piercings until my cock is throbbing and leaking a stream of precum all over my stomach.
He wastes no time licking it up, groaning in the back of his throat as he swallows it down. I push up on my elbows, barely able to see him in the low lights, but what I can see is fucking beautiful.
It might be the herb, but I swear there’s a shimmering aura around him as he looks up at me, his fangs poking over his bottom lip.
“Rath,” I murmur as my hole twitches.
But there’s more. Something is aching in my chest. Fuck me. I can’t. Not with him and yet, it’s impossible not to feel this way…
Love. It has to be, but I can’t utter those words.
I can barely breathe.
So instead, I spread my legs further and pull my knees to my chest so he can see my hole. It’s clenching, silently begging him to fill me.
“My Everest,” he moans softly. He touches my thighs, dragging his fingers toward my hole, then retracts his claws and slips two fingers in. “I cannot breed you.”
“Yes, you can. Fuck me like you want to.”
He twists his wrist, his fingertips pulsing against my prostate and making me cry out.
“Fuck, fuck!” It’s good, but not what I want.
Pulling away, I search blindly along his body, shoving him back, hands coasting down his chest toward his slit. It’s open,wet, leaking. The tip of his cock is out, and I brush my fingers past it as I slide them inside him, curling around his dick.
“Everest,” he gasps, then slips into a long string of song. His hips move as his cock extends further. I see the way it drips, self-lubricating, a promise to enter me swiftly. The swirling ridges twist down the base of his cock and seem to pulse as it continues to extend from his body. And that’s when I see more of it. It’s huge, thick, and wide.
“Oh fuck,” I murmur. When it stops protruding, the bottom quarter that I’ve never seen before is twice as wide. If I thought his cock was big before, there’s no way I can fit this entire thing inside of me. But still I ask, “Can I ride you?”
