Page 20 of The Naga Outcast’s Unwanted Mate

When I realized that his expression was starting to grow grim, instead of blissful, I hurried to reassure him. “I didn’t mind that Zathar. Maybe that’s not what Naga females like but I’m human, you need to forget all you know and relearn the rules, got it?” To prove my point, I touched my finger to some of his seed still clinging to my cheek and licked it off.

I did it just to show him I didn’t mind that he’d coated me, but I fully expected the drying seed to taste much worse. Nope, still good. What was in this stuff? It felt like my body was humming with desire and each time I tasted his seed, the desire seemed to ratchet up another notch, making me feel achy and empty between my legs.

His hands stilled mine, preventing me from trying to taste more of the seed that was clinging to the upper slopes of my breasts. “Vera,” he said, voice hoarse, “Your scent… It’s like you’re in heat. Do humans go into heat?” He didn’t let me answer, suddenly the tables were turned and he was the one in control, not me.

Pushing me over, he pinned me to the furs with one hand on my shoulder, grabbing a soft fur with the other to clean my face and chest of his spend. I moaned, writhing beneath him, seeking the pressure of his long, heavy body on top of mine. I didn’t want him to clean me, I wanted him to fuck me, I wanted that big, bifurcated cock inside of me, now!

“No, no heat for humans,” I croaked out, feeling hot and pleasurable. I needed to shed some of these clothes or I’d start to burn up. Zathar’s face was a mixture of excitement and concern. Why was he concerned? He needed to get his sexy ass in gear and undress me. I tried to tell him that but my tongue was feeling thick and unwieldy in my own mouth, that was weird.

“I think you are responding to something in my seed…” Zathar said, but he was finally doing what I wanted. Flicking open the button on my pants and yanking them down my legs. He took my drenched panties with them in one fell swoop and the cool air that hit my swollen folds felt so good that I moaned.

His tongue flicked at the air just above my mount and I arched, “Yes, lick me.” I was never this bold, and in the back of my mind I realized that something was happening, something intense. He was right, but in the heat of the moment, I really couldn’t worry about it. I just needed to find release and he needed to give it to me, now.

His clawed hands curled around my thighs, spreading me wide, and then his tongue lashed my folds. The swollen bud of my clit was easy to locate and the moment he touched it, pleasure spiraled through me. He hissed, and then he lapped at it in earnest, his split tongue curling around it and tugging. Then his tail, curled up my leg again, a favorite thing of his to do, and I eagerly angled my hips to receive him. It wasn’t his cock, but it would still feel really good.

Pumping his tail into me in shallow strokes made my world light on fire, and combined with his talented tongue? I was swallowed by my orgasm in seconds, followed by a second, deeper one right on the heels of the first. I came harder than I ever had, and still, my body craved more.

Chapter 13

Vera

I sat in front of the little portable space heater with a fur curled around my shoulders. Otherwise completely naked, I had no plans for moving for the next while, my thighs still sore and shaky from the strenuous activities from the past hour. Hours? Zathar wasn’t here with me or I wasn’t sure if I wouldn’t have attacked the poor guy for another round, it was a little frightening to realize that.

He’d left a few minutes ago to track down the source of water he could smell, and he’d taken my clothing with him so he could wash them for me. He’d given me his waterskin to wash myself with which I’d done as soon as he’d left. It had been a little painful and embarrassing how much I’d been covered in our combined essences and he hadn’t even done any actual fucking. I didn’t know how he’d restrained himself, I was pretty sure I’d begged for his freaky, sexy cock more than once.

Oh boy, he had to be right, his seed contained some kind of aphrodisiac that I responded to. Too bad, I liked it when I gave him pleasure, and I loved how shocked he’d been by the blowjob. If I responded like that to the taste of him, I really shouldn’t risk it again. I definitely didn’t like how out of control I’d been the past few hours. What kind of filthy things had spilled from my mouth? I was afraid to look at my memories too closely on that front.

I hoped we didn’t have to do too much walking today, I was pretty sure my legs weren’t up to much. What I wanted to do most was just curl up under the blankets to go to sleep and pretend I hadn’t been a total sex fiend before. What was Zathar thinking, right now? I knew he’d come too, several times in fact, though he hadn’t let me touch him.

As if my thoughts had summoned him, he appeared in the doorway to our little nest. His wide shoulders filled up the space, his head almost reaching the tall lintel above him. “Vera,” he murmured, his voice filled with warmth. He was carrying two waterskins he’d refilled and my wet clothing was draped over his arm.

I offered him a smile in return and watched as he draped my things over the little heater to help them dry quickly. Of course, the tip of his tail had already found my ankle beneath the furs and curled around it. I knew it was to help us speak but I still felt a warmth unfurl in my chest at this sign of wanting to be close.

“How are you feeling?” he asked carefully. “Better?” His tongue flicked out to taste the air and I felt a flush rise in my cheeks, he was checking to see if I was still in the throes of intense arousal or not. I was pretty sure things had calmed down and rational thought had returned to me. He seemed to conclude the same thing and looked almost disappointed about it.

“Better,” I said and then I asked the question that had risen in my mind. “Why didn’t you, you know? Actually fuck me?” My eyes dropped to his groin where his scales now lay flat once again, not a hint of his cock visible. I couldn’t believe he could hide such a big cock just like that, but there really was no trace of it now that he was relaxed.

Zathar sat down at my side, his arm curling around my shoulder to draw me closer. So close that I was almost in his lap with my still very naked ass. “It wouldn’t be right. You did not seem to know what you were asking of me, and once I seed you, our mating bond is complete. I did not want to take that choice from you.”

I was pretty sure he’d seeded me more than once, but I got what he meant. It was very thoughtful, he’d been looking out for me in far more ways than I could count since the first day we met. My chest felt tight with a feeling I didn’t really know the name of. Was this what it felt like to be loved? But how could he love me when we’d only known each other for such a short time?

“Thank you,” I said to him, and then I was happy to just sit there in his arms and rest for a while. He seemed to feel the same way, happy to just hold me as we stared at my drying clothing, lost in our own thoughts. Neither of us wanted to break out of this bubble to get moving as if this time in this ancient city was like putting the rest of the world on pause.

Of course, it couldn’t last and the noises that intruded on us made both of us shiver in response. It sounded like the slithering of dozens of snakes, voices filling the silence with their hissing and growling. Zathar raced for the doorway while I scrambled to get into my still slightly damp but thankfully clean clothes.

“Did they find us? Is that that Naga woman?” I asked his back, knowing he’d understand me because his tail was still around my ankle. He shrugged one shoulder, his hand going for one of the swords on his back, hovering there as if he wasn’t sure if he needed it or not.

He tried to tell me to stay behind while he went to investigate but I wouldn’t let him. If we needed to run, we should be sticking together. Leaving the safety of the building we’d taken shelter in, the two of us followed the sounds further into the city. We ducked through the tunnel leading beneath one of the buildings edging the square. Then followed several streets until we were suddenly standing on the edge of a grand balustrade with a ramp spiraling down to a lower elevation.

We didn’t need to keep moving to see what was going on though. From the top of the stairs, we looked out over a city plaza that was lit up with thousands of glowing, pinkish crystals. A procession of Naga was making its way across it to a huge sprawling building on the other side. It could only be called a palace, made of shimmering, rose-colored stone.

It sounded like they were singing, or chanting something but we were too far away to be able to make out what. Each of the elegant Naga gliding across the plaza was dressed in a long flowing robe, their tails tipped with gold or silver. Their scales varied in shade and color, covering each facet of the rainbow in a dazzling display of diversity.

“What is this?” I whispered, rubbing my eyes in confusion. Was I dreaming or was this real? Zathar looked as baffled as I felt, staring at the beautiful, stately procession with huge eyes, his mouth opened in surprise.

“Ghosts,” he said, “They are ghosts.” I was almost inclined to believe him when I realized that they weren’t completely solid. They were specters crossing the plaza, not fully there, just transparent enough to see the square tiles beneath them straight through their otherwise real-looking bodies. They had almost reached the palace, its gates closed and forbidding. They passed right through it, and Zathar flinched back. “We have disturbed their rest, we need to leave.”

They winked out of existence during the next heartbeat. Just vanishing like they were never there, the lights of the crystals slowly dimmed all around the plaza until we were once again stuck in complete darkness.