Page 84 of Ahelno
“I can see your breasts moving in the mirror. When I finish here, I will lay you on the bed and spend the next hour sucking those delectable nipples.” God, the things he said. He was thrusting so hard his ball sac was swinging forward and hitting my clit, and I reveled in the sensation. I was out of my mind with pleasure, and I was worried I might pass out.
“Soooo good,” he murmured. “I love fucking this cunt. Icould spend hours driving my dick in you, but I can sense you flagging. We will need to build up your stamina. You are going to be spending a lot of time on my cock, little one.”
He adjusted me so he could reach around with one of his arms and started circling my clit with his fingers, not quite touching it. He was driving me insane. My hips writhed and twisted, seeking friction on my clit. “Stop it,” he commanded.
“Please, Dakleth, I’m so close,” I whined.
“You come when I allow it,” he commanded.
The pleasure was all-consuming. I felt a tingle all the way in my toes, driving up my legs, straight to my clit. I felt a full-body blush as every blood vessel from head to toe seemed to open up, driving me so, so close. The walls of my vagina clenched. “Please. Pleeeease,” I begged.
“Yesssss,” he hissed. “I loved that squeeze. Such a good mate. So needy for me. I will not leave you wanting,” he whispered in my ear.
He moved his fingers to my clit and started to rub it in slow circles. The minute he touched me, I convulsed. I screamed and bucked wildly, heedless of anything other than the pulsing between my legs as I came harder than I had ever come in my life.
“Yes, that’s good,” he sped up, impossibly, fucking me through the orgasm. “I love it. The pulses, you want this cum so much, your tiny pussy is trying to squeeze it out of me. Mmmm, yes, I will fill you up little mate. Make you smell like mine.”
With a deep groan, he thrust forward, hard. I screamed again. Somehow, he had pushed me into another orgasm. “Yes, let the whole palace hear how well I fuck my mate,” Dakleth rumbled low in my ear.
I fell completely limp in his arms, resting my forehead on the sink counter. I flopped like a wet noodle. Dakleth chuckled. “Well done, mate,” he said, sounding pleased. “You took it all. I am proud of you.”
“Mmmmm,” was all I could manage in response.
“You are sleepy again, I see.” He pulled out, and I whimpered. “Fear not, mate, I will order food and take care of you.” He grabbed a towel and wiped gently between my legs.
“I must admit, I would rather have my seed drip out of you, but I imagine that would be uncomfortable. Come, I will put you back to bed.” He carried me gently, laid me down on the bed, and climbed in next to me. He stroked my hair away from my face and kissed my forehead.
“Rest, sweet mate,” he said. “I already desire you again, but I will wait for you to recover.”
I’d had four orgasms in the last eight hours. “I can’t,” I moaned.
“You will,” he chuckled, gliding his hand down between my breasts, over my stomach to my mound. He patted me gently. “This belongs to me, now,” he said huskily. “And I intend to use it.”
Dakleth
I was enchanted. I watched my mate breathe steadily, so beautiful and flushed after our mating. I knew I had pleased her. Her delightful screams had attested to that. My inner demon was proud, practically strutting. Even more astonishing, she was sleeping on her back. Her trust in me was absolute. She was truly mine now.
Each breath pushed her breasts up, and I stared at them, marveling at how beautiful they were. Her anatomy was sodifferent from a Ptexari female. I was fascinated by every tiny difference. I had never felt skin so smooth. I loved how it pinked up when I slapped her buttocks. How the round globes of her ass felt as I dug my fingers into them when I thrust inside. And her mating channel. Gods, it was the stuff of dreams. So hot inside. So wet and tight. I felt myself growing hard again. It was difficult not to climb on top of her and take her, but I needed to let her rest.
Instead, I sat up and stroked my hard length. The idea of covering her with my seed and rubbing it into her skin was nearly as enticing as fucking her again. I leaned down and smelled her cunt. Mmmm. Delicious. I could not wait to taste her again. I would feast on her for hours, if she allowed it. I had eaten her twice already, and it was not enough.
Would probably never be enough. I sat back up and stroked some more. I leaned over her right breast and breathed gently on the nipple. It engorged and sat erect. I let out a low groan at the sight and did the same to her left breast. She was so responsive. I began to stroke faster. I could not stop myself from groaning as I remembered her wet heat. I wanted to dip my fingers in her channel and scoop up her slick and paint my skin with it. I brought my hand to my nose. I could still smell her on my fingers. I dipped my fingers in my mouth, tasting her, as I stroked myself harder with another hand. Nothing in this world tasted as good as my mate’s wet pussy. It was tempting to wake her up again with my face between her legs. My hips bucked at the picture in my mind. I was stroking hard now, groaning low, so as not to wake her. I drank in her naked form, picturing all the ways I was going to take her. All the ways she would ride my cock.
I felt a tingle at the base of my spine, and my balls drewup tight. “Yess,” I hissed out as my cum spurted onto her stomach. I rose up onto my knees and aimed my cock at her breasts. Ropes of cum covered her nipples, and I grunted at the final pulse. I gazed in satisfaction at her body covered in my seed. I could no longer resist. I gently spread my seed on her abdomen and breasts. Andie sighed in her sleep, but did not rouse.
Again, I thought.
Ptexari males did not have much of a refractory period. When our females went into heat, they expected to be rutted for hours on end, over and over, during a mating frenzy. They may only desire their mate twice a year, but by the end, the male’s dick was raw, and he was more than happy to wait a few months to recover.
I stroked my cock again and came on her mound. Then once more on her breasts. The last time, she finally roused. Gazing at me with sleepy eyes, she took in my hand on my cock with a raised eyebrow. She sat up and glanced down at her torso. It was a sticky mess.
“How many times have you come on me?” she asked.
“Three so far,” I said, not pausing my hand on my cock. “This will be my fourth.”
She ran a finger through the sticky seed on her breast and brought it to her mouth. “Mmmm, sweet,” she said. She seemed pleased. “Lay down.”
I lay on my side and continued to stroke as I drank in the sight of the cum dripping down her breasts.
