Page 12 of The Naga Warlord’s Virgin Mate

She wasn’t bare, a contraption, a kind of harness was still containing her luscious breasts. Plain white, the lacy fabric was enticing, hinting at the stiff peaks beneath. I hooked my claw under the strap between her breasts, ready to slice that off too even though there was no blood on the fabric. That was just a primal urge that was riding me hard, urging me to bare all of her to me, to stake my claim on each inch of her precious skin.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Naomi hissed, “If you damage my bra… So help me God, I will make you regret it for the rest of your days!” There was so much anger and passion in that threat that it snapped me out of my rage-filled haze. I looked from her icy glare down to the strange harness that cupped her breasts, it was a really lovely sight, I had to admit that.

“Fine,” I said, “There is no blood on it anyway.” I dropped my claw from the band and drew it down over her belly. “But we need to cover your scent, I could taste you, scent you, outside my home.”

Her glare lessened but her eyes remained narrowed suspiciously on my face. “Oh, yeah? And how do you plan to do that?” She spoke the words like a dare, and it made me grin. She was just so precious and I loved how she challenged me every step of the way, I wasn’t used to that.

I rose above her while sliding the tip of my tail from the bed to light the nearest lantern. I wanted to see every detail of what I was about to do to her, I wanted to imprint it in my memories so I could never forget. Already, my cock was pushing out, the writhing tips tasting the cool air as they escaped my pouch.

She threw up a hand to shield her eyes from the brightness the oil lantern caused when I lit the wick. That didn’t last long, her eyes took me in from the shelter of her cupped palm; the orbs growing impossibly large. Her look lingered on the blood clotting along my forehead and temple, then dropped down my chest to center on my slowly extruding cock. “Oh hell no!” she said, but her scent deepened, musky and sweet. Her arousal perfuming the air.

“Yessss,” I hissed, “I must cover your scent with mine. It is the only way!” I palmed my erection, pulling it free the rest of the way with relief. Finally, I could give in to these urges. They had been filling my head all day, since the moment I’d laid eyes on my strange but exciting mate. Giving my cock a few tugs, I watched her carefully for any hint that she was going to try and stop me.

“You can’t just do that, Krashe! I told you, I’m not your mate. This is bullshit!” Her last word turned into a furious hiss, but her aroused scent intensified and her eyes never left my cock. She even licked her lips, her cheeks flushing pink. The angry noise she made was enough to rattle the Sleara once more and I could only just duck in time as he flew at my head again.

I caught the little fellow with the tip of my tail and reaching out, I chucked him under a nearby basket. “Stay out of this, she’s not your mate,” I hissed at the Sleara, and instantly I felt angry that I’d been reduced to competing with this damn rodent for my mate’s affections. I couldn’t leave her alone for an hour or she got herself mixed up with something.

“Don’t…” Naomi started to say but she fell silent as she watched the basket wiggle and rattle on the floor. I had done as she asked, I wasn’t hurting him. He just needed to know his place, and stay out of this. He wasn’t going to ruin what I’d been aching to do for hours. Her eyes flicked up to the blood drying on my head and she sighed. “Fine, but we’re not leaving Kiwi in there!”

That sounded like surrender to me, so I nodded and gave my eager cock another few tugs while I watched her breasts rise and fall. So pretty, so soft, and so pale. “No! Wait, you are not putting that thing in me! You hear me?” I threw back my head and laughed, of course not. That would defeat the point right now; there would be time for that later. I hoped.

Chapter 8

Naomi

I felt a little bad for Krashe when I realized he was marked by a dozen scratches on his face. Kiwi had done that when he thought he needed to protect me from the big bad Warlord. It was no wonder that he’d shoved my little animal friend under a basket to stay out of his way. I really didn’t like that, but at least he had done what I said, he hadn’t hurt my new friend.

It didn’t make me feel any less angry about what was happening right now. But I was angry at myself as much as I was angry with Krashe. He was bullying me around, doing what he wanted without asking me if I was okay with it. But damn it, my body really liked it when he did that, which was really infuriating.

Maybe there really was something to the whole mating thing. I had to be in heat for him or something, reacting extra strongly to his presence. My eyes just wanted to keep dropping to the cock he was stroking just above my bare belly. It was the first cock I’d ever seen in the flesh, but I knew it looked nothing like a human cock. It had a split tip for instance, which was really freaky but also really hot.

The split tip was writhing and twining together, each tip glistening with white precum. The base of his cock was easily as thick as my wrist and veined. The scales there were more a suggestion that actual scales, like his flesh was pebbled and textured without any sharp edges. He was roughly stroking the length and each time he reached the tips, they would curl toward his fingers.

My passage clenched, flooding with wetness when I couldn’t help but imagine what that might feel like inside of me. Nope, not happening. This was already more than I signed up for, but I also felt like I couldn’t say no. Maybe I didn’t even want to. Wasn’t I trying to live the best version of myself each moment of the day? I had too many brushes with death at this point to live with any regrets. I was thinking I might definitely regret it if I didn’t seize my chance to watch him work his alien cock. As long as that’s all he was doing, but I was pretty sure at this point that he was; he wanted to spill his seed on my flesh.

“I will make you smell of me,” Krashe growled, his pace quickening. I couldn’t help but squirm my hips beneath him. He had thrown several of his coils over my body, keeping me in place, but he was rising above me from just to my right. His cock was over my bare belly, and when he got rougher with his strokes, his knuckles brushed along my skin with each stroke. Already, white drops had trickled onto my belly, pooling in my belly button.

I was so wet, I was sure that was defeating the whole point, but Krashe didn’t seem to intend to stop. I didn’t want him to at this point, I wanted to see this through to the end. This was for safety right? To keep the other Naga from finding out about me. I didn’t even care about that at this point, I just wanted to see his face when he came, discover what sound he’d make.

Everything about him was savage and feral, a Warlord to the bone. From his wide shoulders, the deep red scales that glimmered with gold, to the wild swirls and stripes that glowed along his upper body. His wine-red eyes were locked onto my face, leaving me no doubt at all that it was me he was thinking of as he pleasured himself.

His bloodstained face was pulled into something that almost resembled a grimace, his focus that intense. Some of his long hair freed from the tight ponytail he wore it in. Feathers, beads, and braids scattered through the auburn tresses over his shoulders. I felt like I was being taken by a Warlord, a savage primal alien. He was marking me his and that was barbaric and primitive and I was just so on board for it, it was crazy. If my hands weren’t pinned above my head right now by the heavy weight of one of his coils… I might reach down into my pants and touch myself.

I mean, when you thought about it, it was empowering to realize just how hot he was for me, how furiously he was rubbing himself while staring at my face. He looked at me like he’d been dying to do this, like alien, strange, and paralyzed me was his idea of perfection. Yeah, no wonder it was such a turn-on. And combine that with his bossy, possessive attitude? While he never once hurt me, yeah… Okay so maybe I was willing to be his mate, eventually. As soon as he proved to me that he wasn’t going to toss me to his Clan when he had his fill.

I dropped my eyes from his savage expression back to his cock and had to bite my lip to muffle a groan. His flesh was slick from his own precum, the bifurcated head flushed so dark it was nearly black. He was close, I knew it, and pleasure skated up my spine at the thought. Maybe I had some seductress in me after all…

Then he growled and my nipples grew tight in response, my passage clamping down on nothing; it was a pleasure that hinted at pain. His cock twitched in his fist and then the tips curled tightly together and seed splattered from them, sizzling across my skin. Jet after jet burst from him with each pleasured groan he made. His eyes burned my skin as he watched with satisfaction how he painted me with his spill.

I could feel each drop like a spot of heat on my flesh until it cooled. My belly was good and coated, but it had splattered across my chest too. It smelled good, like caramel popcorn but I still hoped he didn’t expect me to keep wearing that stuff like bad body paint. “Satisfied now?” I demanded, a hint of my own frustration bleeding into my sharp tone. Now he was going to roll over and go to sleep, and I could just lie here in the mess, hot and bothered but too embarrassed now that the heated moment had passed, to do something about it.

“No,” he snarled, much to my surprise. His split tongue flicked out into the air, and I knew he was sifting through the scents, deciding whether mine was masked enough. His eyes were like burning coals, heating more and more with each flick of that long alien tongue.

His fist finally released his cock, the long length still hard, the tips still wiggling together. “This isn’t enough,” he said more calmly, and his eyes flicked up beneath his long lashes just long enough to pierce me with a look I couldn’t decipher. He pressed his open hand palm down onto my belly, directly into the mess of seed that coated my skin.

Locking eyes with me, it felt like he was daring me, throwing down a challenge. Then he twisted his wrist and tunneled his seed-coated hand down into my pants in a single, confident move. My spine arched up, sensation searing through me. I was lucky, I still had most of my ability to feel in that area, but I swore, nothing had ever felt as intense as the raspy texture of his palm as he cupped me between my legs.

With two fingers, he spread my lower lips, pinching my clit between them and rubbing his seed-covered digits with just the right amount of pressure. I saw stars, an orgasm shooting through me like lightning. “Ah Krashe!” It was like I’d waved a red flag in front of a bull, shouting his name like that was like I’d invited him to shrug off his restraints.