Page 35 of Radakk's Mate
“I couldn’t sleep, and I-I started thinking about-about what we did today.” My lips quiver and tears burn in my eyes. Fuck. I only recently started to accept that much of what I’d been taught about fornication was a lie, but it’s difficult to admit my desires aloud. Difficult to admit I’d become aroused just by thinking about the emperor and the activities we’d shared. The frisking, the spanking, and the claiming—the claiming of my pussyandmy mouth. The sweetness of his seed.
Understanding flickers in his eyes, along with a dark primal delight that makes my breath falter. Well, at least he no longer appears furious.
Ravenous. He looks ravenous now. Like he wants to devour me. My heart skips a beat and warmth continues panging in my center.
He releases my arm and grips the front of my pajama shirt. Then he tears it in one quick movement, shredding the garment and tossing the remnants aside. I’m too stunned to move, and before I can take my next breath, he’s done the same to my pajama pants and underwear.
Naked. I’m suddenly naked before him, and when I glance down, I see the evidence of my arousal glistening on my inner thighs.
He grasps my hand—the hand I’d used to stroke myself—and lifts it to his mouth. His tongue darts out and he sucks my fingers one by one, a groan escaping him as he tastes my excitement. My pulse hammers in my ears.
“Lay back on the pillows,” he commands, “and part your thighs.”
Desire shivers through me, and my legs are trembling hard. But I manage to get into the ordered position, spreading my legs and revealing the extent of my arousal under his watchful gaze. He rises to his feet and walks to the end of the bed. I expect him to crawl atop me and plunge a shaft into my center, but instead he settles his head between my thighs.
He places his hands on my knees, forcing me to remain spread wide, and darts his tongue over my folds. A gentle caress, followed by a deep thrust into my core. My head spins, dizziness stealing over me. Until now, I hadn’t realized his tongue was large enough to penetrate me like that. I’m fairly certain it’s longer than his fingers. Holy hell, and he’s thrusting in the same manner as when he claims me with his cocks.
His sharp teeth graze my flesh but thankfully, it doesn’t hurt. The only thing that hurts is my thighs as he spreads me wider, and there’s a lingering soreness in my pussy from when he’d claimed me earlier, one shaft after the other. It’s a delicious pain though, one that merges with the increasing pleasure as he circles a thumb over my swollen clit while pumping his tongue into my depths.
He withdraws with a growl and peers down at my center, keeping me spread wide. Shuddering breaths leave him, and I tremble in place as I await his next move. I’m still close, hovering on the edge of a release. A few more caresses and I’m certain I’ll climax, certain I’ll writhe and moan and ride the waves of pleasure to the very end.
He inserts two fingers into my chasm, plunges a few times, then pulls out only to nudge against my back hole. I tense and whimper, struggling to remain still.
A quiver races across my ass cheeks. If I try to escape, or if I resist in any way, there’s a good chance he’ll take me over his knee again.
He pushes inside my most secret hole, gradual drives until his digits are fully submerged in my tightness. Then, keeping his fingers deep in my ass, he lowers his face to my pussy again.
This time, he licks my folds from top to bottom. Over and over. I shudder and grasp at his head, lurching my center into his ministrations. My clit, a part of me that I was only vaguely aware of until recently, throbs with unbearable need.
Finally, he uses his tongue to circle my nubbin. Slow circles with minimal pressure, but he gradually presses harder, and I soon find myself undulating my core against his face.
Euphoric waves descend and then I’m drowning and soaring and thrashing in the pleasure, my bottom hole clamping down on his fingers—tight, God, I’m so tight there—as he circles that huge, skilled tongue of his over my clit.
Still keeping his fingers buried in my ass, he settles himself at my center and grasps his upper shaft, pumping it in one hand. He quickly spurts his blue essence onto my stomach, his head tilting back as he snarls, an animalistic noise that pulses through me.
As I try to catch my breath, he releases his spent appendage and grasps the other one. I remain in place while he holds my gaze and strokes his thick member, my legs still spread wide, my pussy glistening in the overhead lights. Yes, the lights are still on. I always sleep with the lights on. I’ve never liked the dark. It’s never felt safe.
He finally withdraws his fingers from my ass. Purring growls emit from his chest and his eyes roll back in his head. A second later, a torrent of his seed covers me anew. He pumps his shaft until every last spurt releases, leaving me drenched in his sticky blue essence. A few of those spurts reach my upper chest, coating my breasts and hardened nipples.
A shower. I’m going to need another shower. I press my arms to my sides to keep his seed from trickling onto the sheets. When he notices what I’m doing, his eyes gleam with amusement.
But an uncertain look soon crosses his features, and the glimmer fades from his eyes. Formal. He appears overly formal again. He rises to his feet and peers down at me, his face a mask of propriety, which is kind of a joke considering what we’d just done. Or rather, what he’d just done to me.
“I could smell you all the way from my room,” he says, taking me aback. “Your arousal. Imagine my surprise—but also, my delight—when I caught you touching yourself.”
Delight? He’d appeared so angry at first, I’d worried he would punish me for breaking some unspoken rule.
He strokes a hand through the blue seed on my stomach. “Sit up. Don’t worry about the sheets. The servant android will change them while you’re bathing.”
I obey, and as I sit up, his essence trickles down my sides, soiling the covers. He settles beside me and scoops up a handful of his seed that’s pooling beneath my stomach—using the hand that wasn’t touching my ass, I notice—and brings his cupped palm to my lips.
“Drink.” His eyes flame and his jaw clenches. It’s an order. He’s ordering me to drink his seed out of his hand.
I feel my eyes widen, and I don’t know how to respond. I also don’t understand how this very weird command could turn me on, but it does. Heat pummels my core, the achiness returning.
“Drink,” he says again. “I want to nourish you.”
I open my mouth and tilt my head back as he pours his seed down my throat. My face flushes as I swallow the sweet essence. In a strange way, what he’s forcing me to do is… touching. Thousands of years ago during a famine, the males of his kind used to nourish their mates with their seed.Daily feeding sessions.
