“Not so different I can have your children,” I point out. “If the other human women are anything to go by.”
Dalox folds some slices of meat into his mouth and is clearly attempting to keep his expression neutral.
“That is true. I hope you will be ripe and round with my sarkarnling one day, little spark. I would pleasure you until neither of us could stand on a daily basis and then fill you once again once you had birthed.”
One hundred percent I should not find any of what he has said sexy or appealing.
But it would seem my body has completely different ideas. My core heats and my pants dampen.
Dalox’s nostrils flare.
“A concept you like, I believe,” he says.
“I have no comment on the matter…” I respond, unconvincingly.
“You may not, but your sweet cunt does.” He snuffs in several breaths over my head. “It wishes to enjoy Sarkarnii cock.”
GILLIAN
“How…?”
“Your scent, sweet mate. It calls to me,” Dalox growls, nostrils flaring. “It fills my veins with the mating mix. It makes me rut for you.”
He leans into me, his mouth mere millimeters from my skin. I feel the two tips of his tongue flicker.
“You can smell me?”
Dalox huffs a hot breath. “I can, and your arousal is the most distracting scent I have ever beheld.”
His lips drag up my neck. I’m slightly distracted by the idea he can smell me, but as his tongue laps over my skin, my eyes close and my hand finds his jaw. He grumbles against my neck, the rumbling going straight to my core, emphasizing his point.
I am wet for him, I can’t deny it. I want him, even though I’ve seen exactly what I have to contend with. For some reason, one I can’t quite put my finger on, it makes me want it even more.
“Let me mate you, little female,” Dalox rasps in my ear, his tongue tickling the shell which surrounds it and sending spikes of pleasure through me. “Let me breed you, fill you, give you my seed.”
His lips press against my clavicle, as he lifts me onto his lap, pressing my bottom against something huge and hard, as if I needed reminding.
“Yes,” I hear myself say. “Yes.”
“Do you like what you wear?” he asks, continuing to suck at my skin.
“I don’t…”
There is a soft ripping sound, and in a second and a half, I am bare for him. Spiked fingers pluck at my nipples, making me moan his name.
“Such a perfect little creature,” Dalox rasps. “So delicious.” He dips his head to take a tight peak between his lips and sucks me into oblivion.
I find myself lifted astride him. Between us is his cock, broad and massive.
“Dalox…” I reach for it, finding my hand doesn’t quite reach around the girth.
“Little mate.” He moans as I grip him. “You should take care, or I may spill like the untried warrior I am.”
I am distracted from the size and weight of the thing in my hands.
“You…haven’t had sex before? I thought…”
I’m not sure what I thought. He has told me all about rutting and mating, but somehow it all went over my head.
