by I. T. Lucas
“Yes!” she mewled. “More!”
Khiann pinched harder while applying pressure to her other nipple with his blunt front teeth.
The first time he had done it in the gazebo, she had feared that he might nick her with his sharp fangs, but somehow he had managed not to. Not even once.
His admirable self-control and the care he took with her endeared him to Annani even more. It must have been so hard for him to give and give without getting any relief in return. But he had insisted on focusing entirely on her and her pleasure, learning her, teaching her, developing her trust in him.
What she had learned was that he would never hurt her, intentionally or unintentionally, which allowed her to enjoy the things he did to her without even a shadow of trepidation.
As the pressure increased, the coil inside her tightened until she was sure it would snap at any moment, but then Khiann released the pressure, soothing one nipple with gentle licks of his tongue and the other with his warm palm.
“Why did you stop? I was so close.”
“Patience, precious. Trust me.”
The magic words had the desired effect on her, doing away with her frustration. Khiann knew best how to wring the most pleasure out of her. He had proven it many times over.
With a sigh, she relaxed her body, letting it sink into the comfortable bed as Khiann’s palm smoothed over her rib cage and started a reverse journey down her belly to her heated sex.
When he cupped her there, Annani’s eyes rolled back in her head.
“Spread your thighs for me, love.”
She did, letting her legs fall wide and giving him all the access he wanted. He had touched her down below before, bringing her to an orgasm by gently rubbing the apex of her femininity, but he had not penetrated her with his fingers yet. Annani was sure that his long digits would feel a thousand times better than her own tiny ones.
As he teased her wet lower lips, his touch was so featherlight at first that it felt ticklish. When she squirmed a little, letting him know she was growing impatient, his fingers applied a little more pressure, becoming more and more demanding with each sweep.
It was better but not enough. “Please, Khiann. I need more.”
Leaning over her, he kissed her at the same time as he started to work his finger inside her.
Finally.
She had been right to think that Khiann’s fingers would feel much better than her own, but she had not anticipated that he would have difficulty inserting even one. His single digit was thicker than two of hers, which was the most she had ever done on her own while imagining it was his hand and not hers.
It was worrisome. This was not the easy glide he had promised her, and that was only one finger, not his thick manhood.
But as he kept gently thrusting into her, slowly, his tongue working her mouth in sync with his finger, she relaxed, and her tight sheath started loosening. With her pleasure climbing, more and more lubricant coated Khiann’s gentle finger, and when he withdrew and returned with two, she moaned as the new sensation of fullness overwhelmed her.
In a good way.
“Come for me, my beautiful flower,” Khiann whispered in her ear as he pressed the heel of his palm against the center of her pleasure.
With a cry, she let the tight coil inside her spring free.
11
Khiann
His princess was magnificent, and even more so when in the throes of passion.
With a heart overflowing with love, Khiann hugged Annani to him, enveloping her body with his. The urge to bite was still there, but worry stifled the need. She was so small that it had been difficult to work even one finger into her, he had gotten her wet enough to add another, but two of his fingers were not nearly as thick as his shaft.
He had a feeling that tonight would not end in a joining, which would greatly disappoint Annani.
“That was incredible,” she mumbled into his chest.
“Yes, it was.” He kissed her forehead.
She lifted her head and smiled. “If your fingers brought me so much pleasure, I can only imagine how amazing our joining will feel.”
It pained him to do so, but he had to deny her. Annani’s first time would set the tone for the rest of her eternal life, and he did not want it to be filled with pain and tears. “It would have to wait for the next time. You are too tight. I need to prepare you better.”
“Ugh, Khiann. I love you, and I know I made a deal with you, but you are too cautious with me. I am a goddess. Even if it hurts at first, my body will heal immediately and adjust. I do not want to wait another day.” She glanced at his straining manhood. “Besides, I do not think you can wait any longer either.”
As she reached for him, he did not stop her this time. A male could withstand only so much.
Sucking in a breath, he braced for the first contact with her small hand, and as she cupped him over his breeches, his hips surged up involuntarily. “You are killing me.”
“I am not. You are a god.” Annani smirked, letting go of him only to reach inside his pants and palm his naked flesh.
Growling like a beast, he gritted his teeth, which did not work well while sporting fully elongated fangs. “Annani,” he hissed as he thrust into her soft palm again.
“So smooth,” she breathed. “And so warm. I bet it will feel incredible. Put it in me, Khiann.”
Damnation. He was going to come in her hand. Maybe he should. It would certainly relieve the incredible pressure threatening to obliterate his restraint, and he could take his time with her.
“Wow, you are growing even harder. I did not think it was possible. Does it hurt?” She lifted her eyes to his face.
“Keep it up for a few more seconds, and I will climax.” He closed his hand over her nape and gave another hard thrust.
“Oh.” She let go.
“I did not say it to stop you.”
Her eyes widened. “You want me to continue?”
“Yes.”
She looked down at his shaft and licked her lips.
Fates, was she going to put her mouth on him?
“Are you going to bite me when you climax?” she asked.
“Do you want me to?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I want it very much.”
It would not be the same as biting Annani while he was inside her, which provided the most pleasure for a male, and also for an experienced female, but there was one huge advantage to doing it like that. With his venom working its magic on her body, there would be no pain for her when he penetrated her. After all, a god did not need recovery time. He would be hard and ready immediately after coming in her hand.
Khiann pushed his breeches down, kicking them the rest of the way off as he cupped Annani’s bottom. Grinding against her belly, he hissed through his fangs, "Put your hands on me.”
She pushed on his chest. “Lie on your back. I want to look at you.”
The deal they had made discarded and forgotten, he did as she commanded, lying on his back with his manhood standing up straight and away from his body.
Annani rose to her knees and gave his long body a thorough look over. “You are male perfection, my Khiann. I will commission a sculpture of your nude body, and it will adorn our mated bedchamber.”
“Your hands,” he hissed again. Talk about sculptures could wait for a more convenient time.
As she smiled and leaned over him, he groaned, then hissed and closed his eyes as she cupped his straining length with both hands. His eyes popped open with a start when he felt her small tongue flicking the mushroom head. “Fates, Annani.”
She licked him again, gathering the small bead of moisture from the tip. “I love your taste.” She smacked her lips before licking him again, more thoroughly this time.
Fates, he was not going to last. “I am a hair away from erupting. Are you sure about this?”
Annani’s eyes were hooded with desire. “Yes, my love. I want to bring you to a climax like you have done for me so many times.
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“Come here.” He cupped the back of her neck, bringing her on top of him.
Still holding onto his shaft, she draped herself over his body, her cheek resting on his chest. It felt amazing to hold her, their bodies touching all over, but the height difference meant that he could not kiss her like that. It would not do. He needed to claim her mouth. Pushing back, Khiann sat up and pulled Annani with him.
She had no choice but to straddle him. Her eyes closed, she moaned as her heated core rubbed against his shaft. “It feels so good.”
“Yes, it does.” He palmed the back of her head and pulled her to his mouth. “Now I can kiss you while you pleasure me with your soft hands.”
Her smile was radiant as she palmed his length and offered him her lips. Her touch was heaven, even though it was that of a novice.
Fingers threaded through her thick hair, holding her in place, he kissed her long and hard, his other hand finding her breast and fondling her nipple.
She moaned, and she writhed, but her up and down movements never faltered, sending his seed shooting up from his shaft.
Holding the back of her head in an iron grip, Khiann tilted it sideways, elongating her neck, and struck with a hiss.
Annani cried out when his fangs broke her skin, tensing for a moment, but as the venom hit her bloodstream, her body slumped, and she collapsed on top of him.
12
Annani
As they clung to each other, their bodies sticky from Khiann’s climax, Annani felt like she was floating on clouds. The stories she had been told had not done the venom bite justice.
The feeling was indescribable.
She had orgasmed as soon as the initial pain of it had subsided, which must have taken no more than a couple of seconds. But it was about much more than the physical sensations. The connection she felt to Khiann had intensified tenfold, a hundredfold. It was as if every cell in her body wanted to cling to one of his. She never wanted to part with him, not for a second.
Through the euphoric haze, she felt him lifting her up and laying her down on her back, then climbing on top of her. She wrapped her arms around his torso, welcoming his weight.
Khiann was hers for eternity.
His hands threading through her thick hair, he kissed her gently. “I love you, my beautiful flower.”
“I love you too. So much so that my heart feels like it is going to burst. Make me yours, Khiann. Join us.”
He kissed her again, then reached between their bodies, positioned himself at her entrance, and pushed in, just a little, then stopped.
After climaxing twice, Annani was as slick as she was ever going to get. It should have been easy, but it was not. Thanks to the venom, she felt no pain, only immense pressure.
If she had not known better, she would have feared of getting split in half.
Bracing on his forearms, Khiann looked at her with eyes full of passion mingled with worry. “You are still so tight, my love,” he slurred. His fangs, which had retracted after he had bitten her, were back to their full length.
Was he going to bite her again?
Fates, she hoped so.
The thought elicited another outpour of lubricant, allowing Khiann to slide a little more of his manhood inside her.
“Keep going. I will stretch for you.”
He cupped her cheeks and kissed her again while pressing a little more of himself inside her.
This was not how she imagined their first joining. In her fantasies, Khiann seated himself with one brutal thrust, waited for a moment or two for her to adjust to his girth, and then pounded into her until climaxing with his fangs embedded in her neck.
In reality, it was a much more difficult feat to accomplish, and Khiann was a much more thoughtful and gentle lover than she had anticipated.
Fates, how she loved this male.
Beads of sweat dotting his forehead, Khiann was obviously struggling to maintain control.
Annani lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck, then closed her eyes and arched her back, forcing a bit more of him inside her. It was an odd sensation having half of her sheath full to bursting and the other empty.
Still a little dazed from the venom’s euphoric effect, Annani felt brave. “Push harder,” she whispered.
“Patience, my love.”
“Please, just do it.” She was not sure if it was her impetuous nature talking or the venom, but she had no more patience left.
Annani wanted the joining consummated.
As Khiann lifted his head and looked into her eyes, what he saw must have convinced him that she was adamant about seeing it through.
“Spread wider for me.”
She did, going as wide as she could.
He took hold of her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and pushed. Hard. Annani cried out, realizing how much restraint he had exercised until now.
Khiann stilled and after a moment started to withdraw, but Annani would have none of that.
She loved him to pieces for being so considerate and selfless, but this joining was happening now. Reaching down, she cupped his buttocks and held him to her with all her strength. “Keep going.”
When the stubborn god still did not move, she bit his shoulder. Her fangs might have been tiny and had no venom to discharge, but they could pierce his skin. As the exquisite taste of Khiann’s blood exploded over her tongue, a new outpour of moisture occurred, allowing him to slide back easily to where he had been before.
With a growl, Khiann pushed the rest of the way in, seating himself to the hilt.
Victory.
Finally. She was deliciously filled up, stretched out to her utmost limit, but thanks to Khiann’s venom there was no pain, no burning sensation, just a wondrous feeling of oneness.
Releasing his bottom, she tightened her arms around his back and bucked up, spurring him into action.
His eyes gazing lovingly into hers, Khiann pulled almost all the way out, then pushed back in. Slowly, gently, he repeated the move several times. But when she smiled up at him in encouragement and arched up, the last of his restraint snapped.
Now, this was precisely what she had been fantasizing about.
The powerful god on top of her finally realized that she was not going to break and started pounding into her in earnest. Holding onto her hips so she would not slide away from him, his thrusts became frantic, and when his shaft swelled inside her, stretching her beyond what she thought was possible, he threw his head back and roared, then bit her again as he climaxed, wresting another orgasm out of her. Then as the venom hit her system, she orgasmed again, and again.
Exhausted, Annani let herself drift away.
13
Khiann
A knock on the door awakened Khiann. “Kids, your time is up,” Ekin said quietly through the closed door. “It has been more than three hours. I cannot hold people off for much longer. You need to hurry up.”
“Give us a few more minutes,” Khiann answered in the same low tone.
“I wish I could give you more time, but a few minutes is all I can manage.”
“Thank you.”
There was a quiet chuckle. “My pleasure.”
Annani stirred, pulling the blanket over her and tucking the corner under her chin.
Adorable.
Khiann loved her so much he wanted to pick her up and carry her around with him wherever he went. Being away from her was inconceivable.
He kissed her nose. “You need to get up, love.”
“I know.” She did not open her eyes.
“Let me carry you to the washroom.”
“That would be lovely. Thank you.”
He tugged on the blanket. “How are you feeling? Anything hurt?”
“I am feeling wonderful.” She opened her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Nothing hurts.”
He lifted her up. “Thank the merciful Fates.”
In the washroom, he helped her clean up and then wrapped her in a drying cloth.
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Sitting on a stool, she watched him wash, her eyes roaming his body as if she was still hungry for him. Involuntarily, he got hard again.
Annani smiled. “I wish we had time for another round. You know how the saying goes. With the meal comes the appetite.”
He lifted her into his arms and carried her back to the bedchamber. “I wish we did not have to part at all. How can I live without you for even one hour?” He lowered her down to the bed and went to retrieve her dress from the floor. “I wish we’d already had our joining ceremony and were free to be together at all times.”
Annani sighed as she pulled the dress on. “I wish so too. I will talk with my father about allowing us more time together.”
Khiann paused with his tunic in hand. “Are you ready to tell him that I am your one and only?”
“Of course. I was ready six weeks ago.” She waved a hand. “The courtship phase only confirmed what I knew all along. You are mine, Khiann, and I want to claim you officially.”
He went over to where she was sitting and knelt at her feet. “Let us talk to your father together. I want us to get officially engaged.”
Annani chuckled. “Who is impatient now?” She cupped his cheeks and leaned to kiss his lips. “Before we do anything rash, we should talk to Ekin and ask his advice. He will know the best way to proceed.”
Khiann still did not feel right about confiding in Ekin, even though the god had made this magical night possible for them. “Maybe we should talk to my father instead. He is one of the oldest gods and has a lot of experience. He also knows your father well. They have been friends since the very beginning.”
“We can ask both. Two smart gods are better than one, right?”
There was another knock on the door. “Kids, please hurry up.”
“We are coming,” Annani called out.
Khiann shrugged his tunic on and offered his hand to Annani. “Come on, love, let us talk to your uncle first.”
