Page 16 of Taken to Heimo
I grab her shift in a fist and pull. I half expect her tell me to stop since her god requires her to remain covered, and Idon’texpect her to lift her hips and yank her shift up even more. I’m going too slowly for her.
I laugh and when I pull back and look at her face, I see it.
Lost.
Purely lost.
I pull her shift up to her waist and reach down until my fingers finally touch fur. It’s a denser curl than that of her hair, but the same color. And it’ssoaked.
“Are you wet for me, human?”
Her eyes narrow, black dots in them contracting…but only until I feel my way past the fur to the small, soft bit of skin just below it.
She gasps, her hand catches my shoulder and she digs her blunted claws into my skin. “Krisxox! Stars!” It’s the closest to a curse I’ve ever heard from her and it makes me grin all over again.
“You aren’t familiar with this, are you?” I ask and when she shakes her head, I feel awash with satisfaction.
I swirl my fingers around the skin that makes her writhe and twist, then slip them lower. She closes her eyes. I kiss the space between them.
“I haven’t blunted my claws yet, so I cannot enter you.”
She’s panting, face twisting in what looks like pain but is its opposite. “Krisxox…I need…”
“Shh. I’ll tell you what you need and you’ll take it, won’t you, human?”
Her eyes fly open and she looks frightened as I use my entire palm to massage her core. She tries to pull her legs together, but I wrap my tail around her knee and keep her open and exposed to me.
“You have nothing to fear, Svera. Not with me. Not ever. Just trust me through this.”
She nods even as tears well in her eyes, even as the pressure of my palm against her core becomes more intense, even as my fingers carefully flick the skin that is most sensitive.
Rivers of her magnificent aroma spill out across my hand as she shudders, struggling to take in air. Her mouth opens in a silent gasp and she grabs me so hard, I can see her arms, how they shake.
I rub my palm more gently against her tender skin and watch as the first orgasm rises up in her body. Every inch of it is twisted by the pleasure I give her and as it peaks, she shouts a curse Ineverthought I’d hear her say to the roof.
“Xok!” She’s holding onto me for dear life and droplets of water are spilling from her eyes and her heels are digging into the fur beneath her and all it takes is my hips grinding into the nest beneath me for her orgasm to draw one out of me.
I try to suppress it so I can stay present for her, but it’s too powerful. It hits me over the head, just like Xana hits me over the head. With one conk. I’m out.
I arch over her and press my lips to hers and even though this can hardly be called a kiss with how tight we both are, I want to taste her as she comes for me for the first time.
The first time of many.
What would my sires —
“Xok!” This time, the curse is entirely mine.
The kiss breaks as I hurtle to cover her body, face-planting in the furs over her shoulder while my hand continues to pump unevenly against her wet, watering slit and my hips continue to piston onto the nest, rutting, rutting, rutting…xok!
Seed rips out of me and I feel it spurt on the inside of my kilt and I’m xoking furious that it isn’t spilling all over her. I want to see her soaked with it. I want to see it on her breasts, in her pussy, on her tongue.
“Svera,” I shout at the same time that she shouts, “Krisxox!”
She’s screaming loudly now, holding onto me anywhere she can. Her hips lift from the nest and grind into my palm as she works her own orgasm out the way she wants. I match the pulses, match the turns, match the beat until my xora spills its last drop and her ragged gasps even.
Time passes. A lot of it. I blink my eyes open to the sensation of her fingers on the outside of my arm.
I’m lying beside her and she’s looking at me. “Was that…”
