Page 21 of Dweller of the Mists

He cocked his head. “If you are too uncomfortable with this, we do not have to?—”

“No,” she interrupted. “This is important. If this is how you mate, then I want it. I don’t want to miss out on anything that is important to you or within your culture. It may be strange to me as a human, but I am here with you, living among the Bia on Kren, not United Earth. I want to share this with you, too.”

Desire sang within him as she turned away from him to face the tree’s massive trunk and flattened her hands against it. Gwum did not think twice. Excitement humming within his veins, he quickly shed his clothing as he slowly approached her until he was standing right behind her. Reaching out, his claws skimmed down over the thick material of her clothing.

“If you are going to dwell among the Bia, then you do not need this anymore,” he observed as he continued to trace a pattern back and forth along it. “Is this correct?”

She nodded in a jerky motion, and he could not miss the way she trembled in anticipation. “The temperatures and environmental conditions are something I can handle. I don’t need the TRS. Darvel would have just required me to wear it so that it monitored my health as additional precautions. Get rid of it.”

He hummed with pleasure. He would be pleased to see her in Bia clothing. It would not only be more comfortable for her in the humidity of the swamp, but he would take great pleasure in how easy it would be to remove from her.

Without delaying any further, he caught the fabric on his claws and ripped through the outer material and then through the much thicker material that clung close to her body beneath it. Little by little, he exposed her soft flesh, the faint pink luminous glow of it rousing his desire further as the mist brushed over it. It was only when she was bare and his throat sack working as he eagerly sang for her that he was able to take a moment to truly appreciate the beauty of her shape and form. She was glorious! With the golden mist clinging to her and the backdrop of violet leaves among vivid blooms, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He caressed her gently with the tips of his fingers and claws as he explored the long line of her back and the plump curve of her ass.

“Oh! That’s nice,” she moaned at his touch and shifted just enough that he caught sight of the side of her plump breast.

Gwum groaned in agreement. It was more than nice. Just lightly touching her sent white hot pleasure burning ceaselessly within his blood as his need to rut and breed grew more and more pronounced. It was beyond nice—it was pure ecstasy. And the round bit of flesh made his mouth water as if it were the most flavorful fruit.

The skin appeared so soft and even more luminous in that spot that he followed the demands of his instinct and cupped it in his hand, gently fondling it and teasing it soft rake of his claws teasing its tip. Pressing against her back so that his hard sheath nudged her ass, he rested his head over her shoulder so that his tongue could slide down to rub and flick against the little, hard peak. Her breath hitched and picked up, and she whimpered with her pleasure until his ears were full of her sweet sounds of pleasure even as he breathed in the thickening scent of her desire. Her legs shifted in reaction to his touch and Gwum was instantly hit with the scent of her heavy musk as he caught sight of the slick sheen on her thighs.

His cock whipped violently within his sheath in response, and he groaned, a sense of euphoria flooding him as his cock pushed free, parting the soft slit of his genital guard with its powerful thrust. His hips jerked in reaction, and he hissed in time with her loud moan as his cock darted forward and glided in between the globes of her buttocks to wiggle up into the wet heat of her cunt. His bottom flexed and his hips snapped instinctively as he drove his probing shaft deep within her clutch, Noelle’s loud gasp of pleasure fueling his desire. His cock immediately stiffened, and he dug his claws deep in the bark of the tree on either side of her as he thrust deep, his cock writhing as it drove into her until finally bottomed out. There it pressed against the entrance to her womb, the tip kissing upon it as it pressed snuggling and flicking against it and the surrounding internal flesh.

Gwum shivered with ecstasy as his fervor climbed rapidly with his desire. He could not have stopped himself from drawing back to thrust again even if he wanted to. With a growl, his hips rocked back, and he thrust forward. Bark splintered beneath his claws as he snapped his hips, driving into her clenching heat. Her channel squeezed around him, rippling as she panted, her moans rising in a sweet melody rivaling any other in the swamp. How he loved this song. His throat sack expanded, and he sang with her, their voices rising and entwining together in a fierce and wild tempo as he rutted into her, his thrusts becoming increasingly primal as he followed the melody quaking from her with her cries of pleasure.

Her channel spasmed around him in response, its reflexive movement dragging on his cock and sucking it on it with deep pulls as she sang with her climax. He rutted harder, his hips snapping sharply to drive him deeper and faster. Flowers had fallen on them at some point and had become crushed between them, adding further fragrance to mingle with their ownblending scents even as they left vivid trails of bright red and pink hues stained across Noelle’s flesh. Gwum hissed desirously and pounded into his mate, his cock rubbing eagerly against the mouth of her womb with every thrust as her channel tightened in response, driving him to delirious heights of pleasure.

He could feel the electric pulse gathering at the base of his back and within his testicles. It lit up with a burning heat within him even as it tightened further. Her cunt began to ripple harder, squeezing tightly around his length as her soft cries grew louder with her own brimming pleasure. He shivered against her back, trembling with the force of pleasure rapidly climbing even as his cock throbbed and began to jerk and whip with his impending climax. She exploded into a symphony of sound and sensation, her ass rocking back against him and her cunt clenching hard to milk him as her fingernails scrambled along the tree trunk with her cries. Growling wildly, Gwum toppled into bliss as his seed sprayed, his claws digging into the tree with the force of his release.

He shook with it, her cries and rapid pulse of cunt drawing it on and on until he finally collapsed with her in his arms so that they were stretched together along the thick branch. It took considerable effort to find every breath but each of those breaths were breathed with her, every beat of his hearts thudding in time with her singular human heart. Tiny pink flowers rained on them from above, tangling in her crest and he smiled lovingly as he pulled one free to brush it along her cheek.

Her blue eyes had deepened with their rutting but there was a contentment within them that made a deep-seated happiness rise from within his chest.

“Now we are mated,” she mumbled tiredly, a smile teasing the corners of her lips. “Can’t be any doubt now.”

“No doubt,” he agreed with a chuckle. “I am certain the entire swamp heard your mating declarations.”

Noelle groaned but laughed as she cuddled closer to his chest. “Just so long as everyone knows that you are mine.”

“Always,” he rasped. “For the rest of our lives.”

And he would make sure that it was for a very long time as he never wished to be parted the one being who was his own hearts made into flesh.

Epilogue

Noelle smiled as she carefully maneuvered a little plant on their tree. It was home and had been home for a decade now. Hashi sometimes visited with Amanda, who demanded that she stop calling her Kastle within minutes of the first visit, and even William and Samara stopped to see her from time to time, though the respective duties of their mates frequently kept them busy. As for the camp and Darvel’s mission, they happily abandoned it altogether. The promise of citizenship that would give them control over their lives seemed pointless now when they literally had everything they wanted.

With the assistance of Gwyr science, they even had the option to have babies. Samara had no less than three little ones following her around whenever she visited and Noelle didn’t know how she had the energy to keep up with kids with wings—in multiples of all things. She was content with her one little daughter who, at four years old, was excitedly exploring her grandmother’s swamp with the same abandon Noelle had felt when she was young.

Sitting back, she smiled at the sight of her daughter slipping through the safe water of the pond, her little head bobbingcheerfully as Pyria, Gwum’s mother, laughed from where she sat on the rocking chair Noelle made for her.

“Just look at her go!” Pyria exclaimed as she glanced back excitedly over at her. “She is swimming better than anyone I have seen in her age group.”

Noelle chuckled in agreement. “She certainly didn’t inherit that from me. I can swim but you’ve seen it. I mastered the dogpaddle at best.”

“You swim fine, saroongna,” Gwum assured as he leaned over a shahessa flower he acquired recently from the Gwyr that could boost their nutritional needs and kissed her. “Besides, you have me to help you in the water if you need to move faster.”

“You’re always looking out for me. You’re even trying to grow this temperamental plant for me,” she teased as she nodded toward the delicate, tiny flowers.

Gwum glowered at it as he frequently did whenever it wilted or behaved in any other way that didn’t suggest abundant thriving in the manner of other plants on his tree. She tried to reassure him that it was okay if it didn’t produce as well as it did in the mountains. She didn’t need it as regularly as the other humans since the saroong spores within the swamp kept her healthy, but it was a useful supplement that kept her energy at peak levels in the winter. But he still took issue with it as if its refusal to thrive was a personal affront to his abilities as a healer.

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