by Sabrina Kade
Particularly, this one before me.
I feel as though time has stopped as Phoebe continues to remain silent despite the rumbles and roaring above our heads. Wixlass said that flenhein was all but complete. Why are there still so many sounds? I suppose I can focus on that at a later time. For now, I need to pay attention to Phoebe’s reaction to my words. How she’s mulling over the fact that I haven’t pleasured a female before – never wanted to. “Answer my question, Phoebe,” I say when I can no longer take the silence. “Does this bother you?”
“Do you want it to bother me?”
Her question leaves me more perplexed. “Of course I do not want it to. Many of the human females are experienced.”
“Not all by choice,” she grumbles.
“Right. Well, mine was a choice.” I hold up my hands as though to make my point clearer. “Many females wanted nothing to do with me because of my scales. They are not in a favorable location. And though I understand many others have it much worse, I did not like the idea of touching a female with bandaged hands. Humans are so soft. My bandages will be rough against your skin.”
“Your bandages are part of you, Drazal. So are your scales. I don’t mind them. I wanted to know if they caused you pain. If touching me would cause you pain.”
I dare to smile. “It is a pain I would always welcome.” I pull her back closer to me, focusing on my fingertips and how they’re touching her, and not the bandages covering my palms. I drop my hands lower, focusing on her exposed breasts, and the pink buds at the tips harden at my gentle touch.
She arches her back, letting out a breathy moan and closes her eyes before throwing her head back. Phoebe is not curvy like some of the other females, but I do not mind. I like how her stomach is toned and trim. Her breasts stick out more this way. I love the paleness of her skin. She is familiar in some ways and alien in others. Despite having small breasts for a human, she is so much fuller and more voluptuous than the females back on the fatherland. Her eyes are closed, but when opened, there is no cruelty there. She has no hidden agenda, and she does not want me for my reputation or status. She does not want me so she may carry sprogs. Maybe one day but not yet. I know this much about her.
My gaze drops lower, and there is a softness in her thighs. Particularly between the two of them. This is where that incredible scent comes from.
It becomes harder to focus, and I pull away, gazing at my mate when she pulls her head back and soft strands of pale hair fall across her nose. She blows them away, and my cock jumps from seeing her lips pucker in such a fashion, remembering how she took those same lips to me.
“So, the bandages are okay?” Her hands lift once more, holding them back up to her face and her eyes flicker up to mine. “I don’t want to hurt you. If you are ever in pain, I want you to let me know. I don’t want to hurt—”
“Enough.” I momentarily lose control, not liking the idea that Phoebe is worrying about hurting me. That is nothing for her to be concerned with. I lift her, gripping her hips and she wraps her slim, soft legs around my waist. Her eyes widen at this sudden move, but I am not about to be pampered like a newborn sprog. “I will not have you worry about me anymore, Phoebe. Do you hear me? I am fine. If I am in pain, I will let you know, but it is my pain. Being with you is a pain I much look forward to. Do you understand this?”
She nods wordlessly, and for a brief, terrifying moment, I’m afraid I have put her off.
I am too much. There is a reason she never allowed Iriel to pleasure her, and maybe it was not as simple as her not wanting him. Maybe, she is frightened of all Sidyths. We are considerably bigger than the human females, so I cannot imagine there are human males our size running around on their homeworld.
Despite her expression, I want nothing more than to claim her. A soft confidence builds inside me. I can protect her in more ways than one. I can show her that despite my size and strength, I can be gentle. I will never force myself upon her or inside her.
Still keeping her in my grasp, I lean in before she can sputter out a single word and press my lips to hers, remembering how human females like to kiss. There is a musk to my female’s mouth, and I enjoy the taste so much that I brush my tongue along hers. A delicious, bursting scent of arousal hits my nose when she wraps her legs more tightly around my waist. My cock hardens so much that I worry I’m going to impale this female in my arms.
I pull my mouth away and move my Chosen away from the doorway and into the corner of a lair. Her breasts bounce as I move, but it is a sensation I enjoy. I shimmy off my shorts before we reach the corner, and when I lower Phoebe to the ground, there is a different look in her eyes than I have ever seen before.
Desire. Lust. Want. All of the above and so much more.
“Lay on your back,” Phoebe husks, and my eyes widen with surprise to hear her ordering me around. I expect her to wince when my eyes land on hers, but she keeps her jaw squared. “I’ve always enjoyed being on top. I hope that’s okay.”
My mind reels. I’m not entirely sure if I’m familiar with this type of pleasure position, but I trust Phoebe more than anything. Without words, I lower myself to the ground and sprawl out on my back, breathing hard as Phoebe stares down. I wonder if this is how she sees the world. She is not the smallest female here, not by a long shot, but I am still considerably taller than her despite being one of the smaller males here. I breathe deeply when Phoebe places one foot on either side of my hips, still smiling when she starts to lower herself.
Scheita. She is lowering herself onto my cock.
We’re both silent as her knees continue lowering, and I reach out to grasp her surprisingly flush hips. She is hot and soft under my fingertips, and I squeeze her gently when the tip of my cock brushes the pale curls covering her cunt. “Are you sure you want this?” I dare. “Want me?”
She doesn’t respond, lowering herself as far as she can, and a glorious sound of wet pussy colliding with my cock fills the air. I grunt in surprise, and for a moment, we only lay there, connecting at the most intimate of places. “Does this answer your question?” she asks.
I nod, keeping my hands on her hips. This feels nice, but I want to fill her. I want her eyes to burst with arousal, and I want her to explode before me. I act on instinct and try remembering the sounds Dolan and Hujun’s mates made when they received pleasure. I lift her slowly and plunge her back down, spearing my cock more deeply into her core.
She cries out.
A smile hits my face, and she throws her head back as I start and finish the movement again. She is so light in my arms that it is surprisingly easy to move her up and down my length.
My Chosen mate. I am claiming her at last.
Pleasuring Phoebe is like nothing I have ever experienced before. I continue pushing her up and down my cock, feeling truly alive for the first time in my short existence. I am not trying to please everyone. I am not trying to be everyone’s friend. I am not always doing the right thing because I don’t want to cause trouble for my brothers. Phoebe was the first female who made me feel anything primal, and now, I’m worried I’m going to become addicted to her.
I lift and slam her down against me with a greater speed than before, and she reaches down and grips my shoulders in her tiny hands. I lift my back off the floor, so she doesn’t have to bend over so much because she’s such a fragile thing.
“Jesus, Drazal,” she rasps. “The scales! Those scales!”
I want to ask if that’s okay but seeing the look of joy on Phoebe’s face is enough of an answer. Her cunt is so tight that I worry I’m too much to her, but it is as Dolan says, these females can take anything we offer. Her cunt hugs my dick tightly, and when I feel she has a good enough rhythm on her own, I release her hips so I can touch those pale, bouncing breasts. My hands are large compared to them, and I love the warmth in her body and how she responds when I flick my fingers over those pink buds at the tips.
“Oh God!” she squeals, eyes widening in surprise before she leans back do
wn and presses her chest against mine.
We rock together as one, and I wrap my arms around her shoulders, pushing and stretching her with everything I have to offer. The scent of her cunt is almost too much to handle. She’s heady and musky, and I’m going to have to taste her cream to find out if it tastes as good as she smells.
I can’t imagine it being anything less than the most amazing thing I’ve ever tasted.
Phoebe continues clinging to me as we rock and worries about being too much or not enough fly out the lair opening. From her squeals and scents, tastes and reactions, I am doing a good job pleasuring my mate. She’s so wet. The sound is almost scandalous, but it makes me want to pump into her harder. She clings more desperately, and I push my cock so deeply inside her that I worry I’m going to run out of space.
This female is mine. This tiny little sparkplug of a human female has come to me during flenhein. She wanted to claim me. She wanted to Choose me as her mate. It was the right decision to be patient with her. Forcing her to Choose me would have never brought Phoebe to life as she is now. She needed to do everything herself to get here. I cannot imagine the fear in her heart when she crossed between the two lairs, but it matters not in this moment. She is here. With me. And I am fucking the moonbeams out of her.
“O-oh—" Phoebe gasps, pulling me back to the present. Her stiffens against mine. “Oh my God… you… you found it…”
Found. It? Startled by her words, I slow my thrusts to look down between us, but I see nothing to make her react this way.
“Don’t stop!” Phoebe screams. “Just like that, Drazal! Please!”
I could never argue with my Chosen. Lifting my head, I thrust into her the same way and Phoebe grows wilder, throwing her hair around and gasping loudly. Whatever I have found brings her much joy and so I try giving her exactly that. Over and over until—
A roar rips through Phoebe’s lungs.
Her pussy tightens around my cock as though it doesn’t want to let go, and Phoebe screams her way through it.
My eyes widen, but I don’t stop thrusting, not sure if this is something humans want or need.
Her grip around me somehow tightens further as she continues screaming, shaking, and trembling. But finally, she slows down, going limp in my grasp, while still managing to dig blunt nails dig against my skin. It is a pleasurable pain, like everything involving Phoebe.
It dawns on me that Phoebe has climaxed. I heard Dolan and a few others speak loudly of such an experience, but I never imagined experiencing it for myself. I have given Phoebe the ultimate pleasure, but for some reason, I am still not satisfied. I like how she screams for deities. I want to hear more. I pick up the pace, and she doesn’t stop me. She’s all but goo in my arms, and I stand, keeping her in my arms so I can get more leverage. She’s light in my arms, and I continue slamming her up and down my cock, grunting and groaning and wanting more.
So much more.
Something happens to me after a few deep thrusts. My sack tightens and a terrible tingle builds in my thighs and heads straight to the head of my cock. I know this feeling, but I never imagined sharing it with a female. I push myself as deeply as I can go into Phoebe’s folds and hiss loudly when my vision blurs and I lose control as my orgasm takes over every sense I have.
My seed spills into Phoebe, and she startles slightly, surprised by the cold (she says), but I don’t know what this means. It feels warm to me, and she takes most of it, even when my thrusts shift from violent and greedy, to softer and more under control.
“Christ,” Phoebe squeaks. “Your spunk is freezing.”
My spunk? I want to ask her what she means by this, but I’m still panting and trying to gain control. I collapse to my knees and loosen my grip on Phoebe, still pumping the last of my seed inside her.
Slowly, we come down from the glorious high we’ve created. Her breathing slows and so does mine. I find the ability to lay back down and Phoebe lays beside me and presses a hand against my chest.
There are no words. Everything I need to know is in her strangely sky-colored eyes. But I say it anyway.
“I Choose you too, Phoebe.”
She smiles to herself, eyes dancing with excitement and exhaustion. “So, we’re like mates now?”
I can’t help chuckling, pulling her close in my arms. Humans have such a funny way of speaking. “Yes, we’re like mates now.”
I expect her to laugh or poke fun at me for trying to speak as she does, but I’m only met with silence. Lowering my chin, I can see immediately why this is.
My Phoebe. My beautiful, Chosen mate.
She’s already sleeping and snoring softly.
She must have really pushed herself hard to get here. This makes me want to protect her more.
I want to believe the worst is over now that we’re finally together.
But the rumbling over our heads is a not-so-gentle reminder that flenhein hasn’t ended.
That is a problem keeping me awake most of the night despite holding my new Chosen mate in my arms.
***
My worst fears are confirmed the following morning. Dash and Cade stumble to my lair, and though they must know I am not alone, they don’t care. They pull the makeshift door open, eyes wide on my Chosen mate’s pale, naked body, and I immediately cover her up with the nearest blanket. She is still snoring like an idekeiss, and I don’t want her disturbed because my younger brothers have no tact. I brush my lips across her shoulders and stand, joining Dash and Cade in the doorway.
“You shouldn’t leave the lair,” Cade says in a warning tone.
“Are you still going to keep me here when you see with your own eyes that she came here willingly?”
“Still—”
“I heard no sounds of distress,” Dash says, shrugging. “I do not like it, but I do not want any problems.”
“You simply don’t want your pleasure mate witnessing your face getting messed up.” Cade smirks and for a moment, I worry they’re going to bicker, but luckily both of them straighten and grow serious.
“What are you doing here if not to take my mate back to Prince Korben’s lair?” I cock my head to the side, hoping this isn’t the reason. If so, I am prepared to fight for Phoebe. She willingly came to me. She is mine. And no one, not even my closest friends from the fatherland will take her away from me.
“Even if we wanted to, we couldn’t,” Dash says.
“It would be ill-advised,” Cade adds.
I narrow my eyes, frowning at the two of them. There is something they are not telling me, and if it is as troublesome as the look in my brothers’ eyes make it appear, I do not want Phoebe to hear it. “Speak now. Say it before my Chosen mate wakes.”
“She has Chosen you?” Dash asks.
“Speak,” I growl.
He hisses under his breath but doesn’t move to start anything. He would be a fool to mess with me. Now that I have Phoebe, I have a reason to spar. A reason to show I am not simply a male from a good family name.
“There is a spinesk,” Cade says when it becomes obvious Dash isn’t going to explain. “They are moving slowly.”
My eyes widen. “They?”
“There are several youngers. Not sprogs, but not fully grown. They are troublesome.”
“We believe they are straggling because the youngers are curious about possible prey.” He narrows his eyes at Phoebe’s slumbering form, and possession rips through my chest. I press my hand against Cade’s chest and push him back. “I am not looking to claim your mate, Drazal. I am not looking to steal the mate of another male. I am not like you.”
I bare my fangs, fighting the urge to spar Dash and Cade right in their smug faces, but I resist, not wanting to wake Phoebe. Cade’s news is not good. If Phoebe hears that several spinesks are still hanging around between the lairs, she will probably become frightened. I don’t want her to feel fear anymore. Not when she is with me.
“Perhaps they only need a few more days and then will move on,” I offer.<
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Dash shakes his head. “That may be true, but we need sunlight. So do the females. They will grow depressing if they stay underground for an extended period of time.”
“Depressing?” I repeat.
“It is something my pleasure mate says,” Cade says, frowning. “Also, we need natural sunlight, Drazal. The sun rayers will work for a limited time, but we will grow weak if trapped for too long. The sun rayers are a temporary solution. Without natural sunlight, I fear we would become ill. Too ill to scare off the spinesks.”
“Wait,” I say, holding up my hand. I glance over my shoulder toward Phoebe, and when she remains still, I look back. “Are you planning to chase a spinesk away? A spinesk with young?”
“What choice do we have?” Dash asks. “If it grows too comfortable here, it may not go south. It needs to go south. It cannot claim this territory as its own. You know this. Do not be foolish, Drazal.”
“I am not being foolish,” I hiss.
“You are blinded by pleasuring mating,” Dash continues. “I suppose I understand, but you will have plenty of time to deal with that when you return.”
“If he returns,” Cade adds with a smile.
I hiss under my breath. I don’t like where this is going, but with the way life has been treating me, I’m not surprised by what I’m about to say. “You don’t intend to chase the spinesk and his young further south. You expect me to do it.”
Cade’s eerie grin widens. “You do realize where you’re standing, right? You’re in the prison lair. You’re in trouble for interfering with a claimed female. And yes, it’s great that you got her to claim you, but it may have never happened if you weren’t bothering her in the first place.”
“I was not bothering her,” I grumble. “She Chose me.”
“That’s great. We all still agree you should be the first one to try scaring off the spinesk.”
“It would be the honorable thing to do,” Dash adds.
Honorable. This is what they say, but it is not what they mean. They simply want someone to do the dirty work for them. And since I am here under punishment, it makes sense that I should be the one to chase the spinesk away. But that still does not mean that I like it. Unmated? I might have been all right with it, but I have Phoebe now. I want to protect her. I cannot protect her if I am dead. I want to fill her with sprogs. I cannot do that either if I am dead. “How many young are there?”
