Page 23 of Defiance
Novak slid the pad of one finger down the length of the long crease instead, gathering slippery fluid as his claw parted her thighs. “This then?”
His quarry nodded, leaning her cheek on the back of the chair. She fisted her own hip, pulling the slit open enough for him to see and scent. Saliva pooled in his mouth, his own venom making him drunk.
Novak loomed over Charlie’s back, his thighs caging in her calves, and opened his jaws for her to see. His fangs extended from the roof of his mouth, dripping, their roots swollen red. Her eyes went wide, pulse racing. He felt more than saw the tremor in her limbs as he gripped her hand on her hip, trapping it in his grasp so that she had to bear some of his weight as he blanketed her back.
She was sohotto the touch. Scorching.
Novak fitted his fangs over her shoulder and their roots pumped freely like an orgasm. They sank into the top of her breast as his other teeth clamped down on the meat of her trapezius, holding her in place.
Charlie’s breath hitched in pain, tendons tight as bow strings in an effort not to move.
Then she groaned, going loose beneath him.
“Ooohmy god,” she slurred, swaying on her knees.
Novak’s plume mail erupted across his back, shoulders, and the length of his tail like curved knives, shivering in excitement and victory. He milked his venom sacs with his tongue, pushing it up against them to empty them both into Charlie’s lymphatic system. Her hips pushed back against his groin.
Every clear thought vacated as Novak lined himself up, painting Charlie’s slit as he spread her lips and searched for… for…yes.A dip. An entrance. It was smaller than him, but when he notched his tapered three-part head against it, Charlie pushed back, swallowing him inch by tight inch.
Novak pulled his fangs out of her breast and clutched her waist in his longer fingers, staring with blurred, intoxicated vision at where their bodies joined.
His brow creased, a snarl exposing his teeth in disbelief. Though he was frozen in a heady mix of fear and victory, Charlie, delirious on his venom, moved of her own accord. He watched as her body swallowed his helices, sucking him in little by little until their hips bumped with a delicious, wet sound.
Then he was rocking his hips on instinct to meet her. Stiff at first, jolting hard enough that she bowed her spine out, lowering her cloaca. He pushed down on the small of her back to arch her ass up and clenched his stomach, rolling into her in a smoother stroke.
“Yes!” she gasped, holding onto her chair with white knuckles, tension drawing out the fine lines around her eyes and mouth as her lips fell open.
Novak growled in victory and drove his muzzle into her neck. His tail wound through her legs and skirt, cutting across the soft dip of her belly, twining through her fingers. His arms and shoulders bulged from the effort of holding himself up while he hammered into her and soaked up herchemia.
The small of his back pulled taut and his hips flexed. His shaft grew harder, longer, the seams tingling, ready to come.
Novak groaned into Charlie’s throat as his helices strangled each other in release. His seed soaked his shaft, dripping from her cloaca to the chair and clay. He slid in and out of their shared fluids with relish as the scent mingled in hiscoleara,branding her.
Then his tongue flicked out and brushed the taste of iron. His eyes flew open, fixating on two trails of red that soaked the front of Charlie’s dress. His pupils contracted to slits, the scent burn receding. The psychedelic colors and sensitivity to light faded, leaving his eyesight dull and dark. It was enough for him to smell other scratches and damaged capillaries beneath her translucent flesh.
“That was grand,” she murmured intimately, her breath tickling his muzzle.
Novak pulled out and stumbled back a step, his helices wet and cold in the air as they slowly lost the strength to spin. He stared at Charlie’s cloaca and the claw marks he’d left on her hips. The sweet slit was swollen as seed dribbled onto her bound thighs, marked with a twinge of red human blood. He clamped down on his plume mail, hugging it tight to his flesh and unwrapped his tail from her ankles and legs. Angry little knicks blossomed on her skin where he’d wrapped the dangerous appendage too tightly.
But she was still smiling, completely unaware with her forearms crossed beneath her cheek and her hands limp.
“You’re bleeding,” he ground out, using his trembling hands to extract his tail.
“S’alright,” she managed. “It felt good.”
“Good...” Novak stared at her bloodied ankles, his ears turned backwards, nostrils closed tight. He held the end of his tail in an iron fist as it tried to wrestle free.
“Mm,” Charlie confirmed, stretching her back with a hiss of discomfort. “If you ever want to go on another date—”
Novak stared at his marks. “I won’t,” he promised.
Charlie inhaled sharply and sat back on her calves, hiding her womanhood from him. She wasn’t smiling anymore, instead brushing her silk away from her face, looping it behind the round shells of her ears with sudden sobriety.
“Oh, um.” She cleared her throat. “Right. Forgot this was an arrangement. Sorry for assuming—” Standing up, she stumbled barefoot in the clay while Novak stood as still as a statue. “For feck’s sake,” she admonished herself.
“Meet me on the tarmac tomorrow at sixth turn,” Novak said in a detached tone that hid his panic.
“Sixth turn, got it.” She pressed her lips together in a human smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Best not linger, Agent Gaul. Someone may get the wrong idea.”
