DAKH

I expect my Sasha to protest more or to get to her feet and touch my arms or my chest. Instead, she remains kneeling and moves forward, putting her cheek to my thigh. The bolt of lust that flares through her matches my own, and I groan when her mating scent grows even stronger. Her mouth glides over my skin, and she traces the outline of one muscle with the tip of her small tongue. Her hand caresses the inside of my thigh.

This…I did not expect. A drakoni female is not giving in mating. She is defeated by the male that claims her, and fights him even through the mating. I do not expect…such sweetness. Such generosity. Such arousal at the thought of putting her mouth on me.

She kisses upward, and her thoughts flood with images of putting her mouth on my cock.

I am…shocked. And enticed by the thought. Is this something humans do? As a drakoni male, I have pleasured females all over, but I have never had such things reciprocated. To think that humans do these things, it seems like the most logical—and yet obscenely arousing—thing I have ever considered.

Sasha presses her mouth to the flat of my lower stomach and nips at the skin there. I can feel the pleasure in her thoughts—pleasure at touching me, at my heat, my scent, the hardness of my muscles, the size of my body. She is aroused by me and by touching me. It fills me with lust and longing.

My mate, I tell her. I want nothing more than to push you to the floor and drive into you. I send her a barrage of thoughts to accompany this fierce desire.

She moans against my skin but does not move away. She continues kissing and licking her way toward my cock, her arm wrapped around my thigh as if she must use me to keep herself steady. I’m stiff with anticipation as she moves ever closer, wondering if she will truly put her mouth on me, or if she is too shy to do so.

But in the next moment, Sasha wraps her fingers around my shaft and begins to kiss along one thick vein.

And I groan, unable to stop myself from touching her. I put a hand in her hair, and I can feel her pleasure explode at that little touch. I fist a handful of her curls, anchoring her to me. Owning her. Possessing her even with this small touch, and she loves it. She squirms, rubbing her thighs together even as she kisses along my cock and then licks the head.

I growl low, because never have I felt anything as good as the swipe of her small tongue over my cock. Again, I tell her, demanding it.

She does so and swirls her tongue over the tip, licking up droplets of my pre-cum. I can feel her surprise and pleasure at the taste of me; she didn’t expect it to taste so good. My flavor is spicy but sweet, and she likens it to something she has tasted in the past and enjoyed. With a little noise of delight, she squeezes the root of my cock and takes the head of me into her mouth, dragging her tongue over my flesh.

I close my eyes, lost to the sensation. Nothing has ever felt so good, so right. You like my taste?

My thoughts are so strong that they feel like a demand, and I wonder if I push too hard. But then the pleasure in her thoughts overflows to my mind, and she gives a little moan aloud. She loves it. She loves my hand in her hair, my cock in her mouth. She loves the…control I have over her. It’s making her wet, and in her thoughts, she is surprised at how turned on she is, how her cunt is so wet that her thighs grow slick with their moisture.

Another growl escapes my throat, and I open my eyes, watching as she feeds my cock into her soft mouth. The sight of her lips closing around my girth, her fingers stroking my shaft—and seeing how big I am compared to her—overwhelms me. My sac tightens, and I threaten to spill inside her mouth. I cannot, though. I want to come inside her, to fill her with my seed. To claim her as a mate should be claimed. Your mouth is too small to take all of me, I tell her. But I am just the right size to fuck your cunt, my sweet Sasha.

Heat blooms through her thoughts, and she moans around my cock again, even as she sucks on me.

Your tongue is smooth. Mine is rough. Imagine how it will feel when I bury my tongue in your cunt and fuck you with it.

My sweet mate gives a little whimper and shifts on her thighs again. You’re…distracting me, Dakh. Her tongue swirls over the head of my cock. Don’t you want me to continue?

I want to bury my face between your thighs until your pleasure wets my face. Then I want to sink inside you and take you hard. Don’t you want that?

She releases my cock from her mouth and rubs the tip against her lips, breathless. But—

No buts, I tell her, and pull away. I sink to my knees in front of her until we are facing each other. She looks up at me with dazed eyes, her mouth wet and pink and swollen, and I want to kiss her again.

I want to kiss her all over. You put your mouth on me, my Sasha. It is my turn. Get on your knees.

On my knees? Her thoughts are confused, and she sends me a mental image of her on her back. Shouldn’t I—

I send another image, a competing one, of her on her hands and knees, her bottom in the air. In the image, I grip her by the hips and push my face into her cunt from behind, lapping at her folds.

Sasha sways, and I can feel the desire surge through her at the image. She’s both shocked—and aroused—at the image I’ve sent. Dakh…

On your knees, my Sasha. I do not want her to think, just to feel.

Her thoughts are overwhelmed with all of her emotions, but none of them are fear. I keep sending her mental images of what I want to do to her, because I don’t want her to stop and think and worry. I want her to remain in the moment, to be with me in this. We are together, our connection strong.

But then she gets on her knees and presents her bottom to me, and it is the loveliest thing I have ever seen. Her skin is perfect and smooth, her hips rounded, and her cunt glistens with her arousal. Her thighs part, and then she is spread for me, pink and inviting and delicious.

A growl tears from my throat, and then I am on my mate like a ravenous beast. My mouth goes to her cunt immediately, and I drag my tongue over her gleaming folds, tasting her. She cries out, her body shuddering, but the thoughts in her mind are of pleasure and not fear, so I continue. Over and over I lick her with deep, claiming strokes, using my tongue to explore every bit of her. She tastes sweeter than I have ever dreamed, and I cannot get enough of her honey. I push my tongue into her core, frantic to have all of her.

“Oh my God. Dakh!” Her toes curl, and her legs tighten against me. She is both startled and aroused at my eagerness, any worry she had melting away as I drag my tongue over her again and again. The roughness of it is startling to her, but just enough to make her squirm with need.