I'm pretty certain he's moving to other trees for a while, but I don't dare look to find out. I just cling to him. At least until I feel my back pressed hard against rough bark.
His hands are roving all over me. Squeezing, caressing, pulling through my long hair.
"I'm proud of you for leaving her. I know it had to be hard. Are you alright?"
"Yes, mostly. It felt right."
"Good. Now make your thread recede."
I do as he says, and he goes right back to touching me everywhere he can reach.
"Grab the branch above you."
"Are you sure you're well enough to—"
"Grab. It."
Damn. I'm not sure what's gotten into him, but it's hot.
I look up, then reach up to hold on to it with both hands. Thivoll's tail is wrapped around a couple different branches and then anchored back onto itself.
He moves a hand to my scaled throat, squeezing lightly and moves the other to support my weight. Then he uses his insane flexibility to lick my stomach and chest.
I moan at the feel of his nubbed tongue over my sensitive nipples.
His hands and tongue are rough, like he's staking a claim. Then he moves his hand from my neck between my legs and starts pumping his fingers into me, quickly adding more until he has three thick digits deep inside me.
The lurking danger of his unextended claws makes it a heady experience. My heart races and my breath is labored.
My own claws are extended and digging into the bark to maintain my grip as he roughly jostles me. He moves both of his hands to my hips, lifting me up and into him, then extrudes in one quick motion.
I gasp and throw my head back.
He wastes no time in claiming me. My breasts are bouncing with his pounding rhythm.
He's growling as he digs the tips of his fingers and thumbs into the flesh of my hips to ensure he is pulling me down onto his thick girth as hard as possible.
I tilt my head forward and just the sight of his violet cock pumping in and out of me is enough to tip me over. I cry out and he snarls and increases the speed of his thrusts.
He's still slapping into me as he lets out a thunderous roar.
Nothing held back, including the seed he spills that I can feel flowing out of me and onto my ass cheeks.
But he keeps driving into me, a dozen strokes past his release, something primal in his face. The thought of it and what it means brings another orgasm crashing over me and just like him I don't bother containing my cry.
When I come back to myself I realize he's licking my neck and chest again, then running his teeth over me.
"You're mine, sweet one. I'll never let you go."
I purr, that scared part of me finally receding. No longer overriding my good sense and once again secure in our growing relationship.
"I don't want you to let me go, Superkitty."
His purr joins my own as he continues to lick at my neck.
Then he reaches up to grab my arms, which still have the branch in a death grip. He wraps them around his neck as I feel him recede from inside of me.
We climb down as fast as we ascended and without another word I'm on his back and we're bounding home.
