The inside of my cave is dark and silent, no hearth-stones uncovered for soft light. I don’t need them; I know my small abode by heart. I move to the bed and hear Georgie’s soft breathing, and my khui thrums again. My heart swells with love and desire for this soft yet strong-willed human. She is already everything to me.
I brush my fingers over her soft mane, and she stirs. “Mmm, Vektal?”
“Go back to sleep,” I tell her, pulling off my leathers. “I will join you in bed.”
She sits up, and in the pale bit of light, I see her hair tousled on her head. “I thought you were going to wake me with a mouth-mating,” she says, and her voice is husky and full of promise.
I groan, my cock hard at her suggestion. “You are tired and must sleep, my resonance. We leave early in the morning.”
“Then we’ll have to be quick,” she says, and her hands go to my breeches. I dare not move as her hands undo the laces of my loincloth, and she tugs the leather free. My cock is met by open air and then a moment later is clasped in her small, warm hands. Impossibly, I grow even harder. “Mmm, I’ve been daydreaming about this all day,” she tells me in a delicious voice.
It seems too incredible to think about. “Have you?” My hands steal to her soft hair, unable to resist touching her. I stroke it off her brow as she wraps her hands around my cock and grips it tight. It doesn’t feel as good as burying myself deep into her cunt, but I’m fascinated and aroused by her motions.
“Yes,” she says, and when she speaks, her lips move over the aching crown of my cock. I suck in a breath, and my khui begins to vibrate—a hard, insistent pulse of need.
Then, I can scarcely believe it when she takes my cock into her mouth. I feel the head enclosed by a warm wetness, and I nearly spill my seed then. I groan, my entire body tensing in response. It feels like nothing I have ever experienced before. I’ve had women pleasure me with their mouths, but hers feels…different. Her soft sucking mouth with its smooth, slick tongue feels like dipping into her cunt. It is only through strength of will that I don’t push deep into her mouth. I don’t want to choke her.
She flicks her tongue over the head of my shaft, and I clench my fists against the need to pump into her. I’m too fascinated by what she’s doing. With little nibbling touches of her tongue and lips, she moves over my cock, down the shaft, and then licks her way back up again. Then she takes the head into her mouth and rolls her tongue against it. “You’re too big for me to take deep,” she murmurs, her voice sounding awed. “I can barely fit my fingers around you.”
“Is that . . . good?”
She chuckles, the sound throaty and sexual. “For me it is.” She swipes her tongue over the head of my cock again.
“Georgie,” I rasp. The blood in my body seems to be pooling in my cock. My khui pounds against my chest. “If I am not inside you in the next moment—”
“Wait,” she murmurs softly, and I hear her shift on the bedding. Then the scent of her arousal perfumes the air, and I hear the sound of wet flesh slicking. She moans. “Oh yeah, I’m wet.”
It’s too much. I groan again and push her back on the bed. I fumble at her clothing—it’s all different. Why is it different?—until I find her slick, inviting core. I drag my fingers over her sex, and she’s right, she’s wet and ready for me. I grip her hips, push my cock against her entrance, and then surge into her.
She squeals, and I feel her cunt grip me, hard. “Oh,” she moans. “Oh, Vektal. Again!”
My mate is loud, and others will hear her. I don’t care. I pull back and thrust into her again, my cock pushing deep, the spur above sliding through her wet folds.
She cries out again, and I feel her clench around me. “Imcomingllredee,” she breathes in her own language. “Gahdalmitee!” I pause, worried, and her good hand slams down on my arm. “Again,” she demands in my language. “Just like that!”
With a chuckle, I give my sweet, demanding mate what she wants. I pump into her, over and over, and my khui vibrates with intensity, so strong that I feel it in my jaw and in my cock. Georgie must feel it, too, because she’s squirming underneath me, making aroused noises and panting. Her hands claw at my shoulders, and she chants “Again” over and over. I do as she commands, thrusting over and over again until she cries out with her pleasure. Her cunt clenches around me hard, and then I finally spill into her, releasing so hard that stars dance before my eyes. I weave for a moment, and when Georgie tugs me down on the bed next to her, I gratefully follow.