"Yes. He realized in that last moment how far he had fallen and how weak it made him in the end."
"Fornicate yes, Drasuk. Wait. Why are we speaking Drakonid?"
When I look up at him, then glance to his spines I can tell he is still wallowing in his misplaced guilt, so I just give him what he wants.
"I forgive you," I tell him, still speaking his stupid language just to show him how much I mean it.
An itching, throbbing sensation in my lower back tries its best to distract me from my goal, but I ignore it. "Now that we have that out of the way, you are going to show me your cock so I know what we're working with here."
He lets out choking laugh, not prepared for my raging libido. "You almost died, Kira. It can wait."
I switch to speaking Manticorid, the sharp pain worth it so I can properly curse. "Fuck that, Drasuk. I have magic robots. I'm fine. What might kill me is not having you inside of me."
His spines quiver. "Well, when you say it that way."
"Ha. So, I can, indeed, speak clearly. You liar."
I plan to keep talking until he gives in, but then I see the hungry look in his eyes.
My suit recedes with a simple thought.
"Fuck, yes. Drasuk. Whatever you are thinking, do it."
Apparently, it involves spinning me in the water until I’m up against his chest, pinning my body to him with his tail, and cupping my breasts in his hands. He's not as gentle as he was in the cave, though I can tell he is still being careful with me.
Still, there is a possessiveness now that wasn't there before. Every squeeze of my breast brings a deeper and deeper moan because every one of them stakes his claim. Normally, that would have me running away, but I'm over it.
It's time to recognize that I don't want him to leave. That his bossy, taunting presence pushed me out of a deep loneliness I forced upon myself. We have already risked our lives and will keep doing so.
I'll risk the pain of loss in the future to avoid mourning the loss of this bond right now. Something I never thought I would agree to.
It feels right. And so, I simply tilt my head back over his shoulder and bare my neck at him, embodying that surrender.
As I suspected, he knows exactly what it means, and a rock-crushing grumble of satisfaction vibrates against me.
"Mine and only mine?" he asks.
"Yes."
He responds by closing those scary teeth over my shoulder and moving one of his possessive hands down from my breast to between my legs.
I shiver, the danger of his claws making it a heady experience, but as I knew he would, he doesn't harm me. Instead, he positions his opposing digits so the thick pad of one of them is placing steady pressure on my clit.
I let out a moan, then continue to let him know with my inarticulate cries what feels the best.
As with everything, he is a quick study. I'm cresting higher and higher, the feel of his sharp teeth against my protective hide and scales making me pant. His other hand is flicking gently against each nipple in a steady, alternating pattern.
My stomach clenches and I let out a cry, going limp in his hold. He responds by lifting us up and out of the water, placing me gently on my back, and then greedily pushing his large head between my legs.
His spines scrape against my thighs, sending jolts of pleasure up to my core.
A moment later, his long tongue is diving into my channel, which is still pulsing. A few moments of it flicking at my terminus and I am thrashing and moaning out from my second orgasm.
He pulls back and speaks, his voice concerned. "You are too small for me, Kira."
It's annoying to have to think about anything right now, but I do, and the question seems obvious. "Are you any bigger than a manticorid?"
"You don't need to know—"
