Page 19 of The Naga Warlord’s Virgin Mate

“Yesss,” he hissed, rolling us until he was next to me, his cock jutting out across my belly. “Touch me, my mate.” And then he showed me how, curling his fist around my fingers to help me stroke it up and down his thick length. Each time I reached the writhing dual tip, the two ends twined back toward my fingers, stroking along my fingers.

His tail wasn’t idle either, rubbing along my folds, strumming my clit. Then he curled it deeper, sliding the tip into my passage and thrusting. The narrow point was only as thick as a finger but got wider, like a wedge. It went in easy but then it stretched me. I thought that maybe that feeling was unpleasant but then Krashe flicked his split tongue out and licked my nipple, curling it just so that he could tug. I saw stars, pleasure exploding behind my eyelids. I didn’t even know I could come at the flick of a switch, just like that.

He replaced his tail with his fingers, sliding the long tail beneath my hips to help me angle them just right. His coils offered support for my legs where needed. The first finger was alright, no different from his tail and no different from before. Adding a second made my passage briefly burn, I felt so full and this wasn’t even his cock yet, which was so thick in my hand that I couldn’t even make my fingers touch as I circled it.

“Another,” Krashe warned me darkly. His eyes on my face, not my core as he added a third digit and pressed in. I groaned, shaking my head, that definitely burned but I still couldn’t tell if that was painful or not. I wanted it anyway, I wanted him to fill me, I wanted to feel that connection, to be complete in that way. I wanted to know that I could.

He used his coils to carefully spread my legs a little wider while he raised himself on the base of his tail to hover over me. He wasn’t even using his hands to prop himself up, using sheer core strength and his tail to hover perpendicularly over me. He never let go of my hand on his cock, making sure I continued to grip his length, continued to stroke him as he was stroking my core with his fingers.

Then he lifted those three fingers, pulling them from my passage to raise them to his face. Staring me straight in the eye, he made sure I couldn’t possibly miss what he was doing, sliding his glistening digits into his mouth to lick off every drop with his long, split tongue. That was so erotic, so sexy. I burned for him and I wanted him to burn for me in the same way.

Pulling on my trapped hand, I freed it from his fist so that I could rub my fingers along the slick tips. They twined with my fingers, slick with his precum, with his own kind of lubrication. Then I raised them to my lips, caramelized popcorn and salt swirling into my nose as I stuck out my tongue and licked.

Ooh, that tasted so freaking good. I felt like I really caught on fire then. Heat washed over me, my body seemed to grow languid and soft, my core aching to be filled. Fear of how he’d fit me, instantly forgotten. I just wanted more. Groaning, I licked off the last drop and started to reach for more. “Krashe. So good. I want it,” I begged, thrashing beneath him when he caught my wrist and pinned it over my head instead.

“You’ll get it, brave little heart,” he said but he wasn’t moving. He was just hovering there, over me, staring at my bare pussy, and studying my leaking core but not doing anything about it. It was suddenly imperative that he made love to me, I wanted it so badly that it ached the longer he stared and didn’t do anything.

“Your scent changed, did you go into heat?” he asked and I rolled my eyes and bared my teeth at him. Who the fuck cared about any of that right now? I just needed him to stuff me with that cock. My thoughts were a little outrageous right now but who cared? I liked feeling this in the mood, this excited about it. I’d already decided we’d be doing it right now, I was onboard, who cared if tasting his seed might have driven me a little wild? That was something we could talk about later.

“Apparently,” I said, “Now are you going to do anything about it or not?” My words made him laugh, a wide smile baring his fangs to me. Then he finally moved closer, his fingers dragging through my folds and baring my clit for him. His cock lined up with my passage, the tips dragging wetly, then pushing and pulling themselves in. They weren’t as big as his three fingers had been, easily filling me with the first two inches.

I groaned at the sensations. Since the accident I had been under the impression that it had just been less; less intense. Now I wasn’t quite sure, but maybe that was because my head was completely in it, not overthinking. It was so sexy too, to watch that red length part my pink folds and push in. He was a lot, feeding it to me in small thrusts, pushing then retreating. My Warlord was being gentle with me, but I didn’t think I needed him to be.

With the taste of his seed still on my tongue I felt like I could take all of him. My body was more than ready now, slick, relaxed. He seemed to know it too, giving me the final few inches in one hard, firm thrust. Then all I could do was cling, my fingers digging into his nearest arm, the other hand into the furs beneath me. My body jolted with each thrust, with pleasure winding me tighter and tighter as he flicked the tip of his tail over my clit.

My orgasm was wild, hard, and sizzled through my body like wildfire, a second came right on top of the first, my core clenching down hard around Krashe’s intrusion. I felt so full, so owned, and I felt like I wanted this to go on forever. Those two orgasms only made me hungry for more. So I reached down with my hand and caught his tail, stroking along it with a firm grip. “Is that all you got?”

*

Krashe

Being inside my mate was world-changing. Everything about her was, but this especially. I had never felt anything grip me that tightly, that warmly. She was perfect, and each sound she made, each orgasm she had, was driving me crazy. I came so hard I saw stars, my seed filling her in hard bursts, my cock twitching inside her.

She smelled so good too, she smelled like she was in heat. Even after I came, she wasn’t done yet, and neither was I. So I happily filled her again and again. Feeling our connection tie us together tighter and tighter. Along my body, the mating sigils glowed brightly, spreading from my chest and shoulders down along my front, along the tail to the very tip that she had clutched tightly in her fist.

This was a mating, a binding, this was tying our spirits together. I threw back my head and roared in victory, a last round of seed flowing from me to her. “Now you are my mate, truly. Nah-ohmi,” I declared when the last of the pleasure faded down my spine and I could make my eyes focus again on her flushed face.

At last, it seemed like she was satisfied. Her face was flushed pink, her eyelids drooping. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I was careful when I withdrew from her warm depths, checking her folds for any sign of injury. When she told me she had never accepted a male into her body, I had vowed to myself to be careful. Those intentions had all faded from my mind as soon as she’d made her sassy demands, as soon as the scent of her arousal had intensified.

She seemed flushed and pink but whole and the sight of my seed dribbling from her opening was threatening my grasp on control. I wanted to mount her again just from seeing that. She was half asleep, sprawled limply on the furs, and now that she was no longer in the grip of passion, her skin was cooling too.

I hurried to cover her with the furs, tucking her warmly beneath them so that I could fetch water and a wet rag to clean us both. When I exited the tent, I discovered a whole mess of feathers just outside the entrance but no sight of Kiwi. The little Sleara darted down from the sky, another Mirk in his tiny maw. Good, that meant he didn’t need a share of our rations today, and Naomi would be happy to know that he was fine.

I returned to my mate with a smile on my face, my body feeling weightless and languid, better than I had felt in months. Once I’d cleaned us both up, I curled under the blankets with her so I could warm her while she slept. In my mind, I went through the plans for the rest of the day. I needed to give her my throwing knives and teach her how to use them. I would feel much better if she knew how to defend herself.

My mind went over other possibilities too, but those would have to wait for later. She could probably wield a crossbow for greater range. I’d have to build her one. And she’d mentioned a rolling chair back home. If we couldn’t find what I remembered from my childhood, I’d built her one of those too. I knew I could do that, already diagrams and pictures were floating through my brain.

Chapter 13

Naomi

We’d been traveling north for three days now and it was steadily growing colder. We’d left the mountains behind to traverse a terrain that most reminded me of a tundra. There was dense, shrub-like vegetation low to the ground and not much else. Occasionally, the flat terrain would form more hills or gullies, which was where dense, low trees did grow. Mostly it was an endless stretch of dark purple that faded to a reddish brown.

Each day, I got colder, until I was forced to use the sleeping furs to stay wrapped up in. Each day, Krashe would sit me down before we packed up our camp, and make me practice with the belt of throwing knives he carried. I wasn’t too bad, though nothing to write home about yet. Today, I’d even managed to hit the target two out of three times.

“How much further is it?” I asked when morning started to fade into afternoon and I was still not seeing any sign of where we were going. Krashe hadn’t said, but mostly, I thought that was because he wasn’t quite sure. “And how much colder do you think it’s going to get?” I wasn’t looking forward to spending days on end worrying about my toes falling off.

I wasn’t worried about the nights, my ears grew warm just thinking of those. Krashe was very eager to set up the tent each evening, and even more eager to make sure each inch of my skin was warm when we curled up in the furs. I wasn’t sure how much rest we were actually getting, and I was fairly certain that last night, he’d set up our tent far earlier than the day before. Not that I was complaining.