by Ruby Dixon
He plucks at it for a moment, considering, and then lifts his head. "I have not yet hummed on your cunt, have I?"
"W-what?" I blink up at him. In the haze of desire, it's hard for me to concentrate on what he's saying. "What do you mean?"
T'chai makes a sound in his throat, almost like a tsk. "I am the most selfish of mates. I have not yet buried my tongue deep inside you."
"Oh." While it's a true statement, I haven't really felt as if our sex life was lacking. I figured it was one of those things we'd eventually tackle when the right moment came along. All of our matings so far have been brief, explosive rounds of sex that mostly involved getting off as quickly as possible, and each time I've come so hard that it hasn't mattered to me where he has or hasn't put his mouth. He's touched me there, of course, and every time we have sex, he rubs my folds to test for how slick I am. Lucky for T'chai, I'm always wet for him now.
But if he's volunteering…
"Feel free to put your tongue wherever you like," I say, breathless, and hike my skirts up to my knees. "You want me to take this off?"
He grins up at me, a naughty expression on his face. "I want to push my head under there and lick your cunt until you come," he admits. "But I also want to see your face as I lick you…" He pulls my leg up carefully and nibbles on the inside of my ankle with a thoughtful expression. "Such a difficult choice."
"Mmm," I moan at the thought. Both of those sound good to me, but if he doesn't do something soon, I'm going to take matters into my own hands. My khui's pulsing its need through me, and my body feels like a raging inferno of lust. If I don't get some sort of relief soon, I'm going to turn the tables on my mate and tackle him to the ground. Straddle him and claim him until he scratches the itch that's building inside me…
"Hike up your skirts for me," he decides. "We will have the best of both worlds." And he kisses my ankle again, his tongue flicking against my skin.
I can't stop my little whimper of excitement and I do as he commands. I've had other boyfriends go down on me in the past. I'm no stranger to sex—but there's something about the fact that T'chai is about to go down on me that's making me lose my mind with anticipation. I hold my breath, waiting, and nearly explode when his mouth grazes along the inside of my thigh. Maybe it's because his enthusiasm is palpable. I can hear the song of his khui, loud and eager, as he kisses his way toward the cradle of my hips.
No one has loved me with so much enthusiasm before T'chai. He acts as if everything I do is a gift. Maybe that's the difference—the love between us. Whatever it is, I'm so keyed up that when his mouth brushes over the seam of my pussy, I cry out.
T'chai chuckles, and the sound is so sexy and confident that goosebumps prickle all over my body. With one hand, I tease my nipples as he spreads my folds wide and looks his fill. I can't help myself. My other hand clenches my skirts tight around my waist, ready to shuck them at a moment's notice.
"So wet," T'chai murmurs. "So very slick." He rubs my leg, caressing it even as he pushes my thighs apart and settles his shoulders between them. "All for me." He leans in and gives me a long, slow lick that leaves me squirming with arousal. "The only thing better than the way you look is the way you taste, my Mari."
With a broken little moan, I clutch at his horns and steer him between my thighs. "Your mouth is making me crazy."
"My words? Or my tongue?"
"Both." I writhe as he gives me another slow, sensual lick, because even when I've had a boyfriend go down on me in the past, he didn't lick me like T'chai does. My mate doesn't just use the tip of his tongue; he uses the flat and licks me from core to clit, dragging that lovely, hard-ridged tongue over my most sensitive parts. I knew my clit was sensitive, of course, but when he tongues every fold with deep, loving strokes, it makes me pant with shameless need.
T'chai gives me another intense lick, and then lifts his head, pressing a kiss to the top of my pussy as he looks up. "How shall I lick you? Which way do you like best?"
"All of it is good," I manage. "But…the clit is the best. If you tease it and use your fingers inside me at the same time, that'll make me come." My face heats with how direct I'm being, but if I don't tell him, he won't know. I can't expect him to know human anatomy. Hell, most human men suck at finding the clit, too.
But the look he gives me is pure enthusiasm. "I would love to make you come like this." He lowers his head, watching me as his mouth closes over my clit, and the sight of that is so erotic that my legs clench up. I gasp, clinging to his horns as he tongues my clit carefully, trying to figure out which movements I like best. I encourage him with little noises and positive murmurs, but when he suddenly flicks his tongue against the underside and then sucks hard, I nearly come off the furs.
His eyelids grow heavy with pleasure, and then T'chai does the same move again, and elicits the same reaction from me. He begins to suck with enthusiasm, breaking in with the occasional flick of his tongue, and time ceases to have all meaning for me. The world narrows down to his tongue and his mouth, and I'm riding his face, my hands desperately clinging to his horns as I do.
I drive my hips against his mouth, panting, and there's nothing sexier than him watching me as he sucks on my clit, his heated gaze full of arousal, of knowing that he's turning me on like this. He's loving touching me like this, and oh god, am I loving it.
T'chai lifts his mouth, pressing fervent kisses to the top of my mound. I let out a sound of protest, because I'm not there yet. I'm so close, all my muscles tightening in the most pleasant way, and that delicious tension building in my body, but the moment he lifted his mouth, it disappeared. "Why are we stopping?" I whine. "It feels so good."
"Because, my heart," he murmurs with hot little tongue flicks between each kiss, "I am giving you what you have asked for."
And then he pushes a finger into me.
I cry out, my hips lifting from the furs, and T'chai's other hand locks around my hips, holding me in place. He rubs his face into my folds, tickling and teasing at my clit with his tongue and then sucking in a slow, steady pattern that tears my world apart. All the while, he drives into me with one thick finger, pumping deep. He adds a second finger, filling me so full that it's like he's spearing me with his cock. I'm so close. I'm so, so very close.
Then, he does something with his finger inside me that touches a spot I didn't realize I had. Everything inside me comes unglued, and I let out a shriek as I crash over the edge, the hardest, most amazing orgasm ever ricocheting through me. T'chai holds me as it ripples through my body, and then I'm left quivering and boneless in the aftermath.
"What the fuck," I whisper, pleased as he kisses his way back up my body. "What did you do with your fingers?"
He gives me a smug grin, peppering small bites along my jaw and neck. "I found your she-spot. A male named W'rek told me about it. Was it good?"
Madre De Dios, was it good. I don't think I've ever come so hard. "It was incredible."
He chuckles, kissing me, and his mouth tastes like salt and musk. "I will have to tell S'bren about it when we return."
Holy shit. A she-spot…G-spot, I realize, because no sa-khui pronounces the “G” in the alphabet correctly. I let out a wild little giggle. "Here I thought you guys were just talking about fishing."
"Hunters talk of many kinds of prey." He gives me the most satisfied grin, even as he puts a hand over my breast and begins to tease it again. "Four legged…and two legged."
I groan at his joke, putting my fingers to his mouth. "That was a terrible line."
"I learned that one from H'rec."
Harrec? Kate's goofy, never-serious mate? Sounds about right. I curl my arms around T'chai's neck and kiss him again, well aware of the urgency in his body. His cock is hard, leaking pre-cum on my skin wherever it brushes against me. I nuzzle into the kisses, letting his urgency stoke the fires in me again. My cootie's song hasn't diminished, and all too quickly, the relief of release disappears, leaving me with hungry need once more.
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ween kisses, I caress T'chai's cock. "Do you want me to go down on you like you did me?" I'm happy to do it—in fact, it's one of my favorite ways to wake him up in the morning. I just love the look of sheer surprise and lust that crosses his face when he realizes what I'm doing and that it wasn't a dream.
My mate shakes his head, claiming my mouth with another sweet kiss. His hand goes to the back of my neck and he strokes it, holding me close. "Resonance only wants my seed in one place." He pushes a hand between my thighs and thrusts a finger deep inside me, making me arch and moan. "There will be plenty of time for that later. For now, I want to claim you."
"Claim away." I touch him everywhere, on the scars that cover his chest like scrawled tattoos. I love the sight of them, just like I love everything about him. "I'm yours, T'chai. Always."
"I know." He kisses me again and rests his brow against mine. "I have always known this."
He has, hasn't he? That's one of the things I love most about him—he's so very steadfast. So certain, even when I had my doubts. I snap my hips against his hand, encouraging him to do more than just touch me, to show him that I'm ready for everything. I'm wet and ready, and when he slides his fingers out of my body, my khui gets even louder with anticipation.
"I'm ready," I encourage him, lifting my hips. "I want you inside me, T'chai. Please."
"Are you wet?"
"You know I am."
He grins, his expression so gorgeous my heart aches. "We shall see."
Now I know he's just teasing me, because when he pushes a finger deep into my core again, I can hear just how wet my body is. I moan, clinging to his shoulders, and arch against him. "Now," I breathe. "Now. Now."
"Patience. We are savoring." He shifts his body over mine, resting his cock just against the heat of my pussy.
"I'm tired of savoring," I protest, digging my nails into his skin. "Listen to my khui. It needs you so badly."
He leans in and rubs his face between my breasts again, eliciting another moan from me as his hair teases over my skin. He nuzzles at my chest. "Yes, I hear your song," he whispers. "I love that you sing for me."
I do, too. So much.
T'chai takes his cock in his hand and guides it, using the head to part my folds so he can glide it through my slick. He knows from the last week of experience that this drives me absolutely crazy, and this time, he makes sure to rub the head against my clit. He pumps against me, dragging his cock through my channel and watching me as he does. When my moans grow louder, he teases me even more by pressing the head against my core and then drifting away once more. It's cruel and unfair and it's doing utterly obscene things to me. I gasp and beg for more, until I can't stand it any longer. If he won't take me like I want him to, I'm going to turn the tables on him.
I sit up and push a hand against his shoulder. T'chai looks surprised, but his mouth spreads into a grin as I tip him onto his back and straddle him. This time, I'm in control as I take his cock and press it against the folds of my pussy. I rub myself up and down his length, watching his reaction. His eyes are so hot as he stares at me that it takes my breath away. Has anyone ever looked at me so fiercely? With so much pride and lust and affection all in one?
It's that look that makes me sink down onto him, finally, taking him into my body. I ease myself onto his length because he's big and hard, and every ridge on his cock seems to drag against all my nerve endings. By the time I'm seated fully onto him, I'm gasping for breath, feeling incredibly full and turned on at the same time. His spur is nestled against my clit, buried deep in my folds, and I know that even the slightest rocking motion will feel exquisite. "Do you want me to ride you?" I ask him, because this is our special moment. I want him to like what I do, and I don't know how he feels about me being on top. "Is this okay?"
He groans and sits up, his legs shifting, and I gasp, because it makes everything inside me adjust and move, and a flood of sensations barrels through me. He puts a hand on my back, anchoring me in place as he leans forward to kiss me. Like this, we're face to face, and it's the most intimate thing ever, to touch noses and breathe each other's air even as he's seated deep inside me.
"Hi," I whisper, touching his cheek and smiling.
"I like everything you do," he tells me with a kiss. "My mate is on my cock. How could I possibly find fault here?" He jerks his hips, and it sends a ricochet of reactions through my body, hot pleasure spiraling through me. I gasp and cling to him, biting down on his lower lip as if I can somehow share some of that intensity with him. "You are mine," he says in a low voice. "All mine."
And he thrusts again.
It's not a massive thrust—the angle we're in won't allow for that—but it still feels glorious and rubs my clit in all the right ways with his movements. I move with him on the next thrust, lifting my hips so I can push down onto him and increase the friction. I moan his name, and my khui sings louder and louder. T'chai puts a hand on my hips, pinning me as his movements become quicker and rougher, and I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on as he fucks me.
My body is apparently done with savoring. I come quickly—and then a second time as T'chai continues to pound away into me, murmuring my name and how beautiful I am as my pussy clenches tight around him with each release. I'm gasping, my body sensitive and overstimulated by the time he flips us onto the furs, pushing me onto my back and driving deep. I'm quivering with the onset of another orgasm when he rocks forward, hard, and his spur pushes right against my clit. I come yet again, and I'm vaguely aware that he's coming, too, his grip on my shoulders fierce, his face buried in my hair.
I hold onto him tightly, the only sound in the hut that of our mingled heavy breathing and the ever-present song of resonance. Eventually, T'chai lifts his head and gazes at me. He gives me a lazy, slow smile and presses a kiss to my jaw. "We still sing."
"So we do. I guess we'll just have to do that again soon." I wiggle a little, feeling the stickiness of our joined bodies. "There's no rush. We have all the time in the world now."
He smiles at me, lacing his fingers with mine, and even though my khui is still singing an urgent song…I'm content. So very content.
Epilogue
A few days later
T’CHAI
I think I am not cut out for riding a dragon. No matter how comfortable A'tar and V'ronca try to make the journey on us, I am glad when my feet touch ground at the Icehome beach and I realize I do not have to make the trip again. Ever. I help Mari from the basket, and my poor mate is shivering despite the layers of furs bundling her. The smile she gives me is brilliant, though, and I can hear the muffled song of her khui singing to mine as we touch hands.
Our song has changed, the urgent edge disappearing and replaced with something sweeter, something satisfied. I look at my mate and I am filled with wonder that she is carrying our kit. Tall Horn will survive, despite the Great Smoking Mountain's efforts to destroy us all, and my young will grow up in safety. They will never experience what R'jaal, S'bren, M'tok and I had to go through at young ages. Things will be different for our daughter…or our son.
I do not care which one it is as long as our kit has Mari's determination…and her smile.
My mate looks up at me with a sly smile. "Why are you watching me like that?"
"Can a male not watch his mate as she moves?"
She mock-squints at me. "I suppose you can, but I think you have an ulterior motive."
"Ulterior motive?" I echo, not entirely sure what these words mean.
"Yeah. Like you're looking at me all sweet, when I know you're really thinking about dragging me back to our furs." She moves forward and adjusts the ties on my cloak playfully, her expression somehow teasing and seductive all at once.
"I think if we do that, we might scare D'see," I point out, brushing my fingers over her cheek. Now that I can touch her again without Mari pulling away, I take every opportunity to do so. I love touching her. I could spend the rest of my days running my fingers over her soft skin. Just lie in the furs and le
t the world around us disappear.
Mari's eyes widen and she giggles. "I forgot that she was staying in our hut. I hope she hasn't trashed the place. We don't know anything about her. She might be a real slob. She—"
"Here come the others," V'ronca calls out. She stands near the dragon's head, her hand on his muzzle as we wait for the tribe to arrive. We wait for the hunters to come and help us unpack all the goods that we have brought from the other village. The basket where T'ia rode over on the journey here is now filled with foodstuffs and furs of all kinds. We have been showered with gifts, and I am humbled by the kindness of these strangers. The sa-khui are generous beyond what I thought possible, and I cannot help but compare this thinking to the island I grew up on. Tall Horn did not share with other clans, nor they with us. We were all rivals, taught from birth that the others were somehow less.
And now we are forced to live together, which makes for interesting times. Perhaps I should learn from them and learn to be more open and friendly to Shadow Cat and Strong Arm.
"Should we help unload?" Mari says, glancing over at me.
"I will," I tell her, and pull her over to V'ronca's side. "You stay with A'tar's mate. You are pregnant, too, and must be careful."
Mari just rolls her eyes at me, but she's smiling. "Is this how it's going to be for the next nine months?"
I squint at her. "Why? What happens in nine months?"
"A…baby?"
"So soon?" I remember vaguely the pregnant females on the island. It seemed to take much longer for their young to be born, and I remember the crushing disappointment of a young one's long-awaited welcome only to learn he must be sent to the outcast clan because he showed no horns.
"Okay, longer. Whatever." Mari doesn't seem concerned. She touches her flat stomach and her smile grows a little wider. Mine does, too.
"Ho," calls a voice down the beach, and when I turn, there are a dozen people approaching us. I see M'tok and S'bren and their mates, and R'jaal. I see A'tam and D'see—the new female—and S'sah. Bek is here, and V'rdis of the red skin, and then we are surrounded. I am clapped on the back over and over by all, and it seems as if everyone is pleased to see us return. R'jaal wants to know how things were at the other camp—Croatoan—and R'hosh wishes to know if T'ia was settled. Others help pull the saddle and gear off of A'tar so he can shift to his human form, and…it is a mess of people, everywhere. Everyone talks over one another, and when I look over at my mate, she is surrounded by other females. M'tok's mate C'lie is hugging her with joy in her eyes, and D'see chatters excitedly as my mate just smiles sweetly.
