The cord inside me breaks when his fang grazes over my earlobe.
I explode in an effervescent fuzzy starlight, pulsing up my core. The wave of ecstasy prickles my skin from my scalp to my toes, and I can’t control my body as it shakes and my vision narrows.
I’m on the edge of blacking out when the tentacles slide out of me, and I feel Kitaico’s fingers weave through my hair.
“You’re such a good mate, you’re so beautiful, you’re…” he rattles on my accolades, and I lie boneless in his arms.
He’s kissing my eyelids when I regain my grip on reality. I blink as his muffled voice rings in my ears.
“What did you say?” I mutter.
“I’m sorry I didn’t last very long. Next time will be better, I promise,” he apologizes for his supposed lack of performance.
“If you’re any better next time, I might die…death by orgasm,” I laugh, chuffed at what my obituary would read.
He doesn’t say anything, just holds me all the tighter.
29
second timers
Lena has been slumped over me in slumber for some time now. Long enough that her shifting has caused my spent cock to stir back to life.
I don’t want to wake her, but I need her. I need my mate.
Maybe my body has created a heat on its own, despite Lena’s lack of venom. Or is it knowing now how she feels like a miracle when she’s wrapped around me? That I’ll never be able to hold another thought in my head besides how beautiful she is when my cock is slamming deep?
Either way, I’m a goner.
I cradle the base of her skull with one hand, while putting my other around her ass, the pert globes of it still slick with our combined juices.
Rolling us both to our sides, I lay her down gently onto her back. Peeling away from her sticky skin, I stand. She doesn’t stir much in her sleep, just turning her face into the sheets.
Despite my quick finish, it seems I’ve left Lena boneless in bliss. Pride blooms in my chest, knowing that I’ve satisfied my mate, and I stare down at her blushed red body adoringly.
She licks her lips, mewling some sleepy noises, wiggling down against the mattress.
My hand drifts down to my cock of its own accord, and I give it a squeeze as I let my eyes linger over her cunt. The purple of my cum still drips from between her lips.
Don’t let it go to waste, some primal part of my brain screams.
Using the hand not pumping my needy shaft, I scoop up my seed and plug it back into her. Lena’s delicious muscles flutter as I do.
“Ki-Kitaico?” She lifts her head drowsily from the bed, staring down at me from between her breasts. “What are you doing?” She moans, bearing her hips down against my hand.
“Keeping my seed in, so it roots deep,” I tell her truthfully.
She blinks several times, narrowing her eyes between my legs, watching me as I work myself.
“Is that all?” Her brow raises as a sleepy smirk crosses her lips.
“Of course,” I assure her hastily. “I would never, not without your consent, I—”
“Take what you need from me. You’ve been such a good boy you deserve it,” she drawls playfully.
“But you're tired,” I tell her, still unable to stop jerking myself off as I look at the vision laying before me.
“So give me good dreams,” she says before flopping back on the bed.
The trust she has for me with her body makes my heart want to burst from my chest.
Removing my fingers from her entrance, I’m not too distraught with anything that drips out, knowing I’m about to fill her full of me again so soon.
I kneel on the bed, still pumping my hands up and down my shaft, and use my other fingers to spread her delicate little lips. When my tongue descends onto her pearl, her breath catches, but she doesn’t open her eyes.
I suck the little pleasure center, the taste of both of us on her skin creating a heady cocktail that has my cock leaking. When I switch to lapping roughly against the bundle of nerves, her legs clamp around my ears. Looking up over her mound, I see that she’s still shutting her eyes, feigning sleep.
This is a game, I realize. I’ll play along with anything that lets me lick her perfect cunt.
Letting her pearl slip from my lips with a pop, I sit up, palming the entirety of her now throbbing sex.
“If my sweet mate were awake, she might be able to boss me around,” I say haughtily, testing my limits with a smirk. “But since she’s just so tired, maybe I’ll have to take the reins.”
I swear I hear a groan as she grinds into the heel of my hand—it sends a thrill through me. Moving both my hands to her knees, I spread her wide and pull her over my folded legs. Sliding her calves up my thighs gives me the perfect viewing angle of her cunt.
I push my cock down from my belly and use its precum-covered tip to swirl wet circles around Lena’s pearl. I know her greedy channel is clasping around nothing from the way she works her hips.
